Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 28

**Chapter 28: The Commander’s Priority**

Miralys stepped onto the balcony, the cool air brushing against her skin as she peered into the vastness beyond. The night was still, cloaked in silence, and she found nothing to hold her gaze. With a sigh, she closed the door, the soft click echoing in the quiet room.

Meanwhile, Sylvara was busy at her optical computer, her eyes scanning the caller ID. The name that popped up was familiar—Saphron Gild, the owner of the local natural food store. A sense of urgency bubbled within her as she swiftly descended the stairs, her mind racing with possibilities.

Upon answering the call, Saphron’s image flickered to life on the screen. He appeared somewhat flustered, and Sylvara steadied herself, forcing a polite smile. “Hello, Mr. Gild,” she greeted, her tone even.

“The fruits are already sold out,” Saphron blurted out, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Agares bought them all at cost price, plus an extra 100,000 stellar coins!”

Sylvara raised an eyebrow, sinking into the plush couch, a mix of admiration and skepticism swirling within her. “You really know how to do business,” she remarked, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Saphron let out a dry laugh, a sound that lacked genuine mirth. It was clear to Sylvara that he wasn’t an astute businessman; he simply hadn’t had the opportunity to sell the fruits before they were snatched away.

Her keen instincts kicked in as she studied his expression. “Are you calling me now just because you want more fruit, or is there something else on your mind?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

The mention of fruit seemed to ignite a spark in Saphron’s eyes. He squared his shoulders, gathering his thoughts. “Well, Ms. Feywin, after you left, His Highness Agares visited my store, looking for the grower who supplied me with those fruits.”

A chill ran down Sylvara’s spine at the mention of Agares. Her voice turned icy as she pressed, “You told him I gave you the fruit?”

Saphron’s hands flew up in a defensive gesture. “No, no! You specifically told me not to! I wouldn’t dare! I merely mentioned that a student from Harvest Star 2 brought them. Your name never crossed my lips.”

As Sylvara’s mind raced, a plan began to form. “Saphron, did Agares leave you his contact information?” she asked, her tone shifting to one of urgency.

He nodded, his demeanor shifting to one of compliance. “He did. He said if anyone brings this kind of fruit again, I should call his optical computer directly.”

A sly smile crept across Sylvara’s face. “Call him on his optical computer right now. Tell him the person who sold you the fruit has gone to the Fifth Sector space station and is about to board a ship for departure.”

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Auren stood at a distance, observing Agares as he strode through the Fifth Academy with the confidence of a seasoned warrior. The air around him crackled with an intimidating energy, and Auren elbowed Carlos, whispering, “You really know how to play the part, Mr. Kael.”

Even through the screen, the pressure of Agares’s presence was palpable, and Saphron struggled to maintain his composure. “A customer who came in for natural food mentioned it casually. I can’t confirm if it’s true, but my customer said this individual has Agriculture Department mental energy at least at Grade 7. He received an invitation from the Federation government. If he goes, he might settle there permanently.”

Agares’s dark eyes narrowed, focusing intently on the implications of this information.

A person with Agriculture Department mental energy was a national treasure. The neighboring Federation had once stood shoulder to shoulder with the Troya Empire, but that was before the Fourth Civilization had gifted the Federation with advanced blueprints for mecha warship construction over a century ago.

With those blueprints, the Federation had surged ahead, their mecha warships outpacing those of the Troya Empire. For the past decade, they had waged wars against smaller planetary races, claiming an affiliation with the Fourth Civilization and asserting that they would soon be accepted, thereby transcending their status as a third-tier civilization.

If a Grade 7 grower were to join the Federation and cultivate natural plants infused with mental energy to enhance the genetic makeup of its citizens, the Federation would become an even mightier force.

Agares faced a dilemma: should he seek out his wife to end their marriage, or pursue a Grade 7 Agriculture Department healer?

Loyal to the Troya Empire, the commander made his choice. He ended the call, his entire being radiating a cold, sharp intensity as he turned to Auren and Carlos. “Back to the space station.”

Just as he was about to stride away, Sylvara, using her petite frame to navigate through the throng, raised her voice, cutting through the noise. “Your Highness Agares, your account on the Starnet now indicates that you’re married. I heard your newlywed wife is a new student at the Fifth Military Academy. Is that true?”