Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 136

**Chapter 136: Terms and Conditions**

Agares stood tall, his posture rigid and unyielding, reminiscent of a proud pine tree reaching toward the heavens. With his hands clasped firmly behind his back, he regarded Sylvara with a serious expression. “Ms. Feywin, it would bring me great pleasure if you would consider joining the Hunting Legion once you complete your studies at the military academy.”

Sylvara paused, her hands busy cleaning the blade of her saber, the motion deliberate yet casual. She looked up at him, her face adorned with a camouflage pattern that hinted at both mischief and defiance. “I appreciate the offer, Your Highness, but I can’t make any promises.” Her tone was light, teasing even, as she continued to wipe away the remnants of her last sparring session. “You see, my newlywed husband has suddenly come to his senses and decided that I’m not quite the right match for him. In fact, he’s even contemplating divorce.”

The moment those words left her lips, Agares’s eyes, as dark and deep as the night sky, dimmed with an immediate sense of dismay. “According to the Troya Empire Penal Code and the Marriage Act—”

“Your Highness,” Sylvara interjected, her voice playful yet firm, the teasing edge sharpening. “I doubt you should be the one lecturing me on laws regarding marriage or penal codes. Perhaps it would be wiser for you to lead by example, so your subordinates don’t end up plotting to divorce their new wives every other day.”

Lead by example?

Agares felt the weight of those unspoken words choke him. They hung in the air, thick and suffocating. His thin lips pressed tightly together, a barrier against the turmoil within.

My fertility value is zero. I should never have entered into marriage in the first place.

Even if His Majesty had insisted, I should have ended things with M Mordrel. That would have spared me a world of trouble and heartache.

“Forgive me,” Agares finally managed, the weight of his apology pressing heavily on his chest. “I respect your decision.”

Sylvara waved her hand dismissively, her demeanor relaxed as she continued to clean her blade. “It’s all good. Do you have any other requests? Feel free to ask.” The saber felt familiar and comfortable in her grip, yet it was a reminder of the complications that came with it. If she ever drew it again, it would only stir up trouble she was not prepared to face.

Agares took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking again. “Considering your remarkable ability to harness pure Healing mental energy, I hope you can, whenever possible, cultivate more plants imbued with that energy.”

He paused, letting the gravity of his words settle in. “The Troya Empire is plagued with too many people suffering from genetic breakdowns and unstable mental energy.”

Sylvara finished cleaning the blade and retrieved the scabbard from her spatial button with a swift motion. “Of course. I’ve been conducting experiments on this very matter. If they yield positive results, I plan to acquire an agricultural planet.”

“Thank you,” Agares replied, his tone courteous and composed. “Lastly, I have one more request. The Troya Empire is in dire need of an heir.”

Sylvara nearly nicked her hand while sheathing the saber, her eyes widening in surprise. She took a cautious step back, her heart racing. “What does that have to do with me?”

Agares quickly realized her misunderstanding. “No, no! I meant, once your training is complete, could you visit the palace to treat the Emperor and Empress’s genetic issues and help stabilize their mental energy?”

So he wants me to treat the Emperor and Empress.

For a moment, she had thought he was suggesting something entirely different—something much more personal.

But as her thoughts drifted to Blake, she found herself pondering his true nature. What species is he? A cross-dressing queen? Or just a guy in a dress?

A smirk crept onto Sylvara’s lips as she considered the absurdity of it all. “Sure, as long as the Empress is on board and extends an invitation, I have no objections.”

His breath caught in his throat. “Holy crap! The joint training of the five academies has really gone all out this time. They even brought the Commander.”

“Say, with your shooting skills being so impressive, what if we took out the Commander now? Wouldn’t that secure us first place?”

“What are you thinking, kid!” Sylvara froze, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern. She reached out to touch Veyric’s forehead, glancing at the sun overhead. “You’re not running a fever, and it’s still bright out. Why on earth are you spouting such nonsense and daydreaming in broad daylight?”

“What the hell? Are you dumb?” Veyric hopped in place, scolding her as if she were the one who had lost her mind. “The presence of the Commander and his Hunting Legion is the biggest twist in this training. No freshman would ever expect the Commander of the Troya Empire to show up at a rookie drill.”

“If we manage to land just one perfect shot and take out the Commander, we’d etch our names in training history and become legends across the empire.”

The mere thought of taking down the Commander of the Troya Empire sent adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Veyric regretted not putting in more effort into marksmanship training instead of just focusing on fitness. If he had, he might have already been on the path to glory.

This guy really dares to dream. There’s not even a bed or blankets in sight.

He’s wide awake, standing in the daylight, lost in a fantasy.

Sylvara silently chastised him in her mind, then clenched her fingers into a fist, her thumb hooked over her shoulder. “What you’re saying does have some merit. I, too, didn’t expect to encounter the Commander and his team during this training.”