Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 The Black Egg

Several small warships swept across the sky.

A moment later, Blake’s voice came through every com channel on the planet. “Attention, all units. Military training is officially over. The biggest winners is year are Veyric Storm from the Fifth Military Academy’s Mecha Department and Feywin from the Culinary Department.”

She paused, then added in a flat, almost bored tone, “These two took down the Commander and General Kenobia. Congratulations to them. Also-whether you’r a freshman, senior, or instructor-you must handwrite a training report of no fewer than 5,000 words. Submit it to your academy’s dean in three days. If you misspell even one word, that 5,000-word report becomes a 10,000-word report.”

Across the entire planet, all 310,000 people were ashamed of themselves.

Sylvara and Veyric had become the undisputed champions.

They rode their private warship and returned to the milltary Academy long before anyone else.

The training results were supposed to cause a huge stir, but everyone was busy talking about the Ozark incident on Starnet. Three days later, the results were posted quietly on the military network and on each academy’s forum.

Sylvara didn’t know any of that. Right now, she was standing in the Culinary Department, watching Malcolm sharpen his kitchen knives like he was preparing for battle. He looked ready to peel a tiger and cook it

She didn’t understand at all. She’d heard of people eating tiger meat, or using tiger bones for tonic, or tanning a tiger hide for warmth, but stir-frying some tiger hide?

The whole thing was covered in fur. Even if you shaved it clean, what flavor could it possibly have?

And could anyone even chew something that tough?

“Malcolm, hmm, about that-”

“Excuse me, is Ms. Feywin here?”

A loud, steady voice came from the doorway, cutting off Sylvara before she could tell Malcolm that tiger skin was definitely not edible.

Sylvara turned toward the doorway. A young man stood there in a camo combat uniform, posture straight

as an arrow.

“I’m Feywin,” she said, walking toward him. “And you are?”

He snapped to attention and saluted. “Hello, Ms. Feywin I’m Rafel Miller, Deputy General of the Royal Guard. I was ordered by General Kenobia to deliver a gift to you.”

A gift?

Blake actually sent me something?

Could a non-human advanced species even give something called a gift?

And she sent her deputy general to hand it over?

Sylvara asked cautiously, “What kind of gift?”

Rafel turned, took a basket from the soldier behind him and offered it to her with both hands.

Sylvara didn’t take the basket. She lifted the soft black cloth on top with one hand. Inside was a shiny, pitch- black egg about the size of a goose egg, resting quietly on a bed of white fur. The gift was a black egg?

“An egg. A black egg!” Sylvara pointed at the glossy shell “Is this for me as a type of food or something?”

What kind of trick is she pulling this time?

Why would she send over a weird, dark egg like this?

On ancient Earth, before the world fell apart, Sylvara hal only ever heard of one chicken that laid black eggs-a metal-feathered chicken with a pitch-black body. She had never heard of anything else that could lay an egg this strange.

Rafel pushed the basket toward her again. He said in a steady and calm voice, “Ms. Feywin, this isn’t for cating. It’s for you to hatch.”

Hatch?” Sylvara took a step back, eyes locked on the egg like it might jump at her. This egg looked way too much like Blake. “What? General Kenobia wants me to hatch an egg?”

The general was right. He had warned Rafel beforehand

If Feywin heard anything about hatching eggs, she’d treat it like an enemy attack, ready to fight and ready to

curse someone out.

Rafel slowly set the basket on the ground and stepped back with his heels together. “Sweetheart, don’t underestimate this egg. If you hatch it, you can summon a guardian beast. When it grows, you’ll have a loyal and beautiful guardian beast at your side.”

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