Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 12

**Chapter 12: Healing-type Plant**

The moment Zephyrion’s voice pierced the air with a question directed at her, a chill settled in Miralys’s eyes. It was as if a winter frost had invaded her very soul.

Of course, Sylvara had to go. That insipid girl seemed to possess no talents beyond flirting and stirring up chaos wherever she roamed.

“Mr. Vaelor! Mr. Vaelor!”

Auren burst into Agares’s command room, his excitement palpable as he waved a test report in the air. “You won’t believe what we discovered! The mental energy we detected in that apple—it’s a healing-type plant! And it’s at least Level 5!”

The implications of this finding were monumental. Healing-type plant mental energy was not merely a miracle of nature; it had the capacity to mend genetic breakdowns and even nurture plant seeds. Such a phenomenon was exceedingly rare in the entire Abel Star System.

And this one—it had already reached Level 5.

Agares’s dark eyes narrowed into slits, his mind racing with possibilities. “Find Sylvara. No matter what it takes.”

Sylvara, however, was without an aircraft and devoid of stellar coins.

Stepping out of the space station, she found herself standing in the shadow of a synthetic tree, squinting into the distance toward the Fifth Military Academy. As she gauged the vast stretch ahead, her heart sank, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

The academy was situated at the far northern reaches of the Fifth Sector planet.

Even a craft soaring at a speed of 1,000 miles per hour would require a full hour to reach it.

Walking? That was an impossibility.

Miralys had truly crossed a line this time. Knowing full well that Sylvara was stranded without any stellar coins, she had left her behind. To add insult to injury, Miralys had chosen not to respond to her frantic calls.

With a heavy sigh, Sylvara attempted to reach out to Seraphine using her optical computer.

When Seraphine answered and heard her request for financial assistance, she couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “Sylvara, it’s not that I don’t wish to help you. But you’re legally married to Agares now.”

“Your primary guardian is His Highness Agares. I’m no longer listed as your guardian,” Seraphine explained, her tone dripping with finality.

In essence, if Sylvara needed money, she would have to approach Agares. Seraphine had no intentions of parting with even a single coin.

“Okay, thank you, Aunt Seraphine,” Sylvara replied, ending the call feeling utterly defeated and isolated.

Now, it was painfully clear to her that Seraphine had deliberately sent her to the military academy. Was it an attempt to rid herself of Sylvara, or perhaps a way to distance herself from any potential fallout on Agares’s end?

In a sudden surge of frustration, Sylvara slammed her palm against the glass display. Crack! A long fissure snaked across the surface, sending shockwaves through the store. “What did you just say?” she demanded, her voice low and dangerous.

The staff member recoiled in fear, her face draining of color. She shouted, “Mr. Gild! Someone’s trying to vandalize the store because she can’t pay!”

Moments later, the store owner, Saphron Gild, rushed onto the scene, his brow furrowed with irritation. “Who dares to damage my establishment?”

The employee pointed an accusatory finger at Sylvara. “It’s her! She broke our glass display!”

“Broke it?” Saphron’s frown deepened as he turned his gaze toward the staff member. “With her hand?”

The employee nodded vigorously, her voice trembling. “Yes, Mr. Gild! Be cautious! She’s strong! Maybe she’s here to rob us!”

Saphron approached the shattered display, his eyes narrowing as he examined the damage. The glass was reinforced, designed to withstand even a laser gun’s fire. Yet, this girl had cracked it with a mere slap. It indicated not only her formidable mental energy but also her impressive physical strength.

“You did this?” Saphron asked, directing his attention to Sylvara. Curiosity replaced anger in his gaze.

Sylvara nodded, her demeanor unyielding. “Indeed. Your staff was unnecessarily rude. I merely asked to see that fruit, but she…” Sylvara gestured toward the employee, her voice steady. “She claimed I didn’t even possess 2,000 stellar coins and refused to let me look or touch it. I lost my temper.”