Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 96

**Sylvara’s Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel**

**Chapter 96: The Supreme Court Aircraft**

Drenvar, with his imposing stature, slowly retracted his large hand and rose to his feet, his expression resolute. “I trust you, Sylvara. There’s no need for formalities like signing an agreement. I will transfer your department to you. From this moment forth, you will be the sole student and the chief of the Culinary Department.”

As he spoke, he began to rummage through his spatial button, pulling out an array of vibrant red camouflage combat uniforms alongside daily attire.

Bright red camouflage combat uniforms and daily wear?

Sylvara’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of the eye-catching uniforms in Drenvar’s hands. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts and find her voice. “Mr. Stone, the Culinary Department’s uniform is… bright red?”

Drenvar, with a grin, stuffed six sets of the uniforms into her arms, the fabric warm against her skin. “Exactly! The Culinary Department is known as the fiery mascot of the Fifth Military Academy. Cooking is all about fire, so it’s only fitting that our colors reflect that passion. Here, take them. These are your new uniforms.”

Her arms now brimming with the bold uniforms, Sylvara couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. Every other department sported uniforms in shades of brown, army green, or, at the very least, muted camouflage or black!

But the Culinary Department? A glaring red that would make her an undeniable focal point wherever she went. How could she possibly maintain a low profile in such a standout ensemble?

“Oh, and don’t forget this,” Drenvar added, producing the Culinary Department chief badge with a flourish.

The badge, adorned with a spatula and a vibrant rainbow pepper, sparkled in the light, and Sylvara’s expression morphed into one of incredulity. “Mr. Stone, I’m the only one in the Culinary Department. Is this chief title really necessary?”

Drenvar fastened the badge onto her arm with a firm yet encouraging pat on her shoulder. “As Chief Sylvara of the Culinary Department, you must understand the importance of ceremony. Even if you’re the sole member, there must be a chief to uphold the department’s dignity.

“Without a chief, how will you defend the Culinary Department’s rights? How will you compete with the other departments’ chiefs for the best treatment?”

This situation was beyond awkward.

But what could she do now? It was already set in motion.

Sylvara let out a long, resigned breath, feeling the weight of her new title settle on her shoulders. “Thank you, Mr. Stone. I won’t take up any more of your time. Goodbye.”

As she turned to leave, Drenvar’s voice echoed behind her, filled with encouragement. “Chief Sylvara of the Culinary Department, put in the effort and give it your all. You will become the pride of the Culinary Department, the face of the Fifth Military Academy’s Culinary Department.”

Startled, Sylvara stumbled slightly, her foot twisting awkwardly before she regained her balance. She quickened her pace, eager to escape the administration building and the weight of her new responsibilities.

Her plan was simple: head back, change into the uniform, and embrace her new role.

**Chapter 96: The Supreme Court Aircraft**

As she approached the area near her dormitory, she spotted Veyric standing at the gate, seemingly engrossed in watching something happening at the villa next door, where Miralys resided. He waved at her, clearly oblivious to her presence.

Sylvara approached him, curiosity piqued. “What are you staring at?”

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