Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 352

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“All I know is that when a panda does a handstand and pes, it’s a mating signal. And you can’t blame me for this. I… I… I grew up on the Harvest planet, isolated and behind the times. What you and my Daddy told me yesterday didn’t line up. How am I supposed to know you’re not lying to me?”

Agares’ brows tightened. His eyes sank into a midnight darkness. He asked calmly and slowly, “Oh? What exactly did he tell you yesterday?”

Sylvara’s eyes brightened. She had found a way to diver her bargain-bin husband’s anger. She pointed straight at Blake and sold him out without hesitation. “He told me that for beastkin, touching the tail is the mating signal. He never said touching the ears counted. And he knows I’m obsessed with fluff. He even said that if it’s furry, as long as I don’t touch the tail, I can pe it however I want. Go crazy.”

“You’re talking nonsense. I never said that. Don’t dump that on me!” Blake fired back with an immediate triple denial. “Don’t think I won’t sue you for defamation just because you’re my girl.”

This evil girl was trying to wipe out the panda folk.

Stripping the mountain bare of bamboo shoots?

What did this have to do with him?

Drop a huge pot on his head and crush him to death already.

Sylvara pouted. She twisted her fingers together, looking hurt and pitiful. “Daddy, you did say it. Remember that big, fluffy tail swaying around yesterday?”

Yesterday at the Endbloom Bar, they had watched wolf and fox beastkin with massive tails.

He had not allowed her to touch those big tails.

Because those tails were used for mating.

But he never expected that on top of being obsessed with tails, she was also obsessed with ears.

Worst of all, she was a full-blown fluff addict.

Which meant anything with fur was dangerous.

How was he supposed to stop that?

It was a nightmare.

Blake’s guilt stabbed sharply. He did not dare meet His Highness’s gaze. He snapped back, “Who went to look at big fluffy tails with you? I never said that. I’m not taking the blame. Whoever wants that pot can carry it. It has nothing to do with me,”

Sylvara’s twisted fingers clenched tighter. She pinched herself, and the sting brought a shimmer of tears to

her eyes.

Agares. She counted on her fingers, weak and

She lifted her head, watery eyes pleading as she looked pitiful. “Senior, he won’t admit it. I grew up on the Harvest planet, then got married, went to school, and only later found my Daddy again. My understanding of the world came from books at first, then whatever

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“I’m not wrong. Daddy really did say tails are for mating And besides, there’s reproductive isolation. between us and the beastkin.

“My husband is handsome, tall, rich, and deadly impressive. I’m not stupid. Why would I drop a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed, right?”

Hearing that, the tension between Agares’ brows eased slightly. He straightened slowly. His eyes, sharp and dark like an eagle’s, turned toward Blake. “Instructor, after forgetting Article 280 of imperial law, did you also forget Articles 27 and 599?”

Target successfully redirected.

Sylvara flashed a silent victory sign in her mind.

Praising herself for quick thinking.

Blake was crushed under a giant pot for no reason at all.

Imperial law, Article 280, identity alteration and forgery

What was Article 27 again?

Oh. Right.

Inciting others to commit crimes.

Imperial law, Article 599, sabotaging a military marriage.

This dude.

He taught him law, not so the brat could use it against him.

And definitely not to lecture him at every turn.

What grudge?

What feud?

Is this the classic move of using the ox to plow the field, then slaughtering it? The student learns and starves the master?

“Uh, excuse me, everyone?” Douglas was nearly suffocating under the heavy, undercurrent-filled tension in the room. He barely managed to speak. All his earlier negotiating confidence was gone. Now he looked like a timid kitten, voice small. “Sorry to interrupt.”

In an instant.

All eyes snapped to him.

Douglas’ nerves tightened to the limit. He steeled himself against the pressure radiating from the strongest person present, straightened his back, and said to Sylva, “Ms. Feywin, among the beastkin, panda folk according to historical records descended from ancient Earth’s Hesperia pandas. Genetically speaking, if your bloodline carries Hesperian ancestry, then there is no reproductive isolation between us.”

Sylvara was speechless.

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