Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 134

**Chapter 134: The Conditions**

What other requests could I possibly dare to voice?

As long as I manage to retain my freedom and avoid being dragged into a laboratory, everything should be perfectly acceptable. No issues at all.

Finished.

“There’s no need for such formality. Just call me Feywin,” Sylvara nearly exclaimed, the words rushing to the tip of her tongue. “Call me Sylvara,” she wanted to add, but the thought withered in her throat. While he might acknowledge her status as a Level 7 Plant Healer and refrain from causing her trouble on that front, the knowledge of her being his wife could easily lead him to drag her away to seek a divorce.

“Very well, Ms. Feywin,” Agares replied with a nod, then hesitated for a moment, his expression shifting slightly. “Since you have no requests of your own, I do have a few matters I wish to discuss. Would you be open to hearing them?”

The gentlemanly tone he adopted sent a jolt of alarm through Sylvara’s mind. She blurted out, “I’m not going to work the fields for you people! You can’t force me to heal anyone, and you absolutely cannot confine me to a laboratory!”

“And you must keep my identity a secret! I don’t want anyone else to know who I am, except for you.”

“Things seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago. Why does it feel like they’re suddenly locked in a fierce argument?” Leiya nudged Carlos with her elbow. “Colonel Kael, don’t tell me you have no idea who that wild girl’s husband is?”

Leiya was convinced that Carlos had to know.

What he truly wanted to uncover was the nature of the man capable of keeping such a feral spirit in check.

Carlos himself was riddled with curiosity. He had shadowed Agares for over a decade, and to him, his commander resembled an ascetic monk from the distant past of Earth.

Forget about interacting with women—Carlos half-suspected that Agares had never even relieved himself in all that time.

All he ever witnessed Agares doing was strategizing for wars, delving into methods to combat the Swarmborn, and rigorously training his troops. Nothing else seemed to occupy his time.

Now, here he was, standing so close to a subordinate’s wife, speaking to her with a gentleness that was utterly foreign—this was bizarre, to say the least. It felt as if the sun had inexplicably risen from the West.

Zolensky, unable to contain his amusement, wrapped an arm around Carlos’s neck and playfully shoved his head under his armpit. “Colonel Kael, spill the beans on everything you know, and we promise we won’t rough you up!”

Agares tilted his head slightly, his gaze drifting to the vibrant green vine that climbed behind Sylvara, the one that was effortlessly holding up the winged serpent.

In a calm, measured tone, he addressed her, “Ms. Feywin, there’s truly no reason for alarm. I assure you, I will keep your identity confidential. What transpired today—my subordinates won’t breathe a word of it. I have no intention of taking you to a laboratory or imprisoning you.”

Her heart raced as she cautiously broached the subject, “Your Highness, as far as I understand, there may be individuals within the Troya Empire with fertility values exceeding 70. They could very well be nearby—close to you or even close to me. What are your thoughts on that?”

Agares’s expression grew tense, his voice firm and low, leaving no room for debate. “That’s simply impossible, Ms. Feywin. Such a jest is not amusing in the slightest. In the Troya Empire, the highest recorded fertility value stands at 55. Anyone surpassing 50 is already in the breeding center, selecting suitable matches.”

“If there existed someone with a value above 70, the breeding center would undoubtedly have a record of them. In the Troya Empire, even on a desolate planet, as long as you possess an optical computer, everyone’s fertility value is documented.”

Sylvara tightened her grip on her optical computer, her hand instinctively brushing against the hilt of her saber. “Alright, let’s reframe the question. Suppose it’s purely hypothetical. If such a person existed and you found out about them, how would you address the situation?”

Agares frowned, contemplating her words. “If someone like that were to exist, I would personally escort them to the breeding center and conduct screenings nationwide for genetic compatibility, aiming to find someone with a matching fertility value.”

He paused, and his typically cold voice softened ever so slightly. “Ms. Feywin, you should be aware that everyone in the Troya Empire grapples with genetic decay and unstable mental energy. Only naturally born children can evade both issues.”

“It has been 200 years since a natural birth occurred in the Troya Empire. What you might not realize is that artificial incubation has reached a bottleneck. Coupled with the rising divorce rates, this empire is in desperate need of a naturally born child to alter the prevailing circumstances.”

Send Gifts.