Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 1

**The Third Signature by Mark Twain**

**Chapter 1: The Commander’s Childless Fate**

“Regrettably, Your Highness Agares, your fertility value stands at an unequivocal zero.”

Agares Vaclor’s heart sank at the words, a heavy weight settling in his chest. “Is there truly nothing—nothing at all—that modern technology can do to remedy this?” His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of desperation threading through his tone.

The doctor shifted uncomfortably, beads of sweat forming on his brow. “I’m afraid not, Your Highness. A fertility value of zero means that even advanced artificial methods are futile. The prospect of you having a biological child is, I’m sorry to say, nonexistent.”

With a resigned sigh, Agares donned his pristine white gloves, his posture remaining as rigid and unyielding as a towering pine tree. The dark green of his military trousers accentuated his muscular legs, and his sharp facial features, coupled with eyes as dark as the deepest night, projected an aura of cold detachment that made him seem almost unapproachable.

“I understand,” he replied, his voice devoid of emotion.

The doctor’s anxiety was palpable as he watched Agares turn to leave. “Your Highness, the Empire mandates that a fertility value of zero be made public. Should I proceed with the announcement?”

Agares paused for just a moment, the sound of his boots echoing in the sterile room. “Follow the Empire’s rules,” he commanded, his tone final.

“Understood,” the doctor responded, his voice quivering slightly as he nodded.

Half an hour later, the breeding center released the official notice: Prince Agares’ fertility value was a disheartening zero.

The news spread like wildfire across the Empire’s Starnet, igniting conversations and gossip among the citizens. In an instant, the idolized figure of Agares—every young girl’s fantasy, the valiant commander and protector of the Empire—was reduced to a mere statistic of infertility.

“I refuse to marry him! His fertility value is zero! If I marry him, I’ll never have children of my own!” Miralys Mordrel, the eldest daughter of the noble Mordrel family, exclaimed, her voice rising in panic as she paced the opulent room. Her cheeks flushed with emotion as she grappled with the implications of the news.

Her mother, Seraphine Mordrel, wore a troubled expression. This was a disaster in the making. The Empire had not seen a naturally born child in two centuries, and the weight of that reality hung heavily over them.

As members of an ancient noble lineage, the Mordrels had been commanded by the Emperor himself to arrange Miralys’ marriage to Agares. The Emperor had even summoned Agares back from the front lines for this very purpose. But now, with the revelation of his fertility value being zero, all hope for a future seemed to vanish like mist in the morning sun.

“Mom,” Miralys implored, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “My fertility value is twenty. If I can find a match with a value between twenty and thirty, I could conceive naturally and have a real child.”

Seraphine hesitated, but the thought of her daughter marrying a man with a fertility value of zero was unbearable. “I’ll take care of this. I cannot allow you to be bound to a man like that, not even if it is the Emperor’s wish.”

Miralys’ face lit up with joy. “Thank you, Mom! I’ll be waiting eagerly for your good news.”

As Seraphine filled a glass with water and approached the faux tree, she noticed Sylvara stirring awake. The girl had glossy hair and a cherubic face, her voice soft and nasal as she greeted, “Aunt Seraphine, you’re here.”

Seeing her attempt to rise, Seraphine quickly pressed her back down, concern etched on her face. “You’re not feeling well. Just relax and stay put.”

Sylvara, once a formidable force in the chaos of the apocalypse, had faltered in her battle against the Zombie King and had crossed into the Abel Star System.

Though the place was somewhat desolate, marred by skirmishes, it was a paradise compared to the horrors of the apocalypse. Sylvara had embraced her new life, using her charm to navigate the noble family’s expectations with ease.

“Aunt Seraphine, thank you,” she murmured, feeling the warmth and comfort enveloping her. “I think I’ll just lie here a little longer.”