Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 139 I'll treat you, take off your clothes.

Jingle Bell-

Today is the last class of Friday, Ita's Magical Creatures class.

When the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, she put down her textbook and tidied up her handouts.

"The homework is a summary of Chapter Six, two thousand words, to be handed in next week during class."

“Two students did a sloppy job on the last assignment, so I’ll let it go this time. But if it happens again, you’re out of the classroom.”

Ita looked at the group of students and said coldly.

In reality, no students were slacking off in their homework; she said that to intimidate them.

Having finished organizing her lecture notes, she glanced at Caesar in the back row and cleared her throat:

“Last time it was Celia’s turn to be on duty, so this time it’s Caesar’s turn. Come to my office.”

"Excuse me, teacher, I have something to do after school today. Could you let Celia cover for me for a day?" Caesar raised his hand and asked at this moment.

Ita was slightly taken aback, not expecting Caesar to say that.
She opened her mouth, intending to refuse, but the words that came out were: "Then Celie, work hard for one more day, and Caesar will make it up to you next week."

Selyl quickly packed her things and ran over to catch up with her.

Ita's gaze swept over Caesar once more, and seeing that he wasn't even looking at her anymore, she pursed her lips, turned around, and left.

Her expression was rather unpleasant the whole way. After all, it was a rare Friday when she could finally relax, and she wanted to spend some quality time with Caesar, but instead he said such things.

What important thing could he possibly have that would make him give up the time he could spend with Ita?
"Could it be that he's going to see another woman?"

Ita shook his head. Caesar wouldn't be such a superficial person; he must have his reasons.

Even so, the fact that they didn't explain the situation to her still made her feel depressed.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She kicked the desk hard, startling Celia who was tidying it up.

Seeing her surprised look, Ita sighed and said, "Sorry, I didn't notice."

“No, no, it’s alright, teacher,” Celia quickly replied.

Ita stared at the short-haired girl, and as if trying to divert attention, asked, "Celine, do you really like magical creatures? You were the only one who raised your hand before, and you were also the one who did your homework the most diligently."

“I… I’ve been interested in magical creatures since I was little, and I often collect picture books and other books about them,” Celia said, her face flushed.

"However, since most magical creatures are endangered species, I rarely get to see a real one. The only one I ever saw was a pointed-eared brown rabbit that my dad gave me for my tenth birthday. It was my favorite magical creature and I still keep it in my yard."

"A pointed-eared brown rabbit."

This is a large rabbit. As a magical animal, it doesn't have any other special abilities, but it has an exceptionally high intelligence, roughly equivalent to that of a five- or six-year-old human child. Therefore, you can often see pictures of pointed-eared brown rabbits and humans being affectionate with each other. In addition, its cute appearance makes it popular with many girls.

Ita looked at Celia and suddenly asked out of the blue, "So, who is your favorite classmate?"

"Huh?" This question caught Celia off guard. She didn't know why her teacher suddenly asked this, but she still blushed and stammered, "..."
"I think Thranduil is a really warm guy with a great personality, and he even saved me before."

Ita paused for two seconds, then chuckled.

"Really? That's quite a coincidence. I've made both of you my class representatives."

"Hey, hehe." Celia laughed shyly.

But when Ita turned her head away, she clicked her tongue in frustration.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have chosen a class representative."

Nighttime at the Frederick family mansion.

Ita was reviewing documents and outlines in her study when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The old butler, Doruvan, came in and placed a report on the table.

"Master, the latest intelligence is all here,"

Ita put down the document she was reading and picked it up.

"Do we need it?"

Ita shook his head: "Don't alert them yet. This opponent is troublesome, so we can't act rashly."

"Please ask the school for leave for me on the 25th, and I will go there in person."

"Yes," Doruvan replied respectfully and withdrew.

Ita was about to open the envelope containing the report when his hand suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

"tsk"

She gripped her trembling hand and frowned.

Although she had just purified her blood-burning state yesterday, her body had already begun to exhibit various abnormal symptoms. She pressed her palm down for a moment, and only slowly released it after she recovered.

Her gaze fell downwards with a gloomy expression, but soon she shook her head, rubbed her tired cheeks, and continued working.

Then the doorbell rang again.

"What is it now, Doruvan?" she asked without looking up.

"Cough cough."

Hearing a voice that clearly didn't belong to Doruvan, she looked up sharply and was surprised to see Caesar standing at the study door!

"Caesar! But... why are you here?" Ita quickly stood up and asked in surprise.

"I've come to visit you. It's the weekend tomorrow, so I'll stay at your place for the night. I've already told Yumilia," Caesar said with a faint smile as he approached.

"Staying overnight?" Ita blinked. "But, but why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"A pleasant surprise." Caesar smiled and pinched her head.

Ita, however, looked away and puffed out her cheeks: "Caesar is concerned about what happened before."

“Alright, I’m here to talk to you about something important,” Caesar said.

"Is it serious business?" Ita asked, puzzled.

"That chaotic power I detected on you before must have been a big problem for you, right?" Caesar said with a smile.
"I now have a way to purify it, and completely eradicate it."

Ita's eyes widened; she hadn't expected Caesar to be concerned about this.

She had already told Caesar that she was fine, but it turns out he was still worried about her and kept it to himself?

Then it suddenly occurred to her that Caesar had said he had something to do today; could it be that he was going to find this solution?

A warm feeling rose in her heart, but Ita still lowered her head and muttered softly:
"I've already told you, Caesar, you don't need to worry about this. I can handle it myself."

“Let me try, at least it will put my mind at ease,” Caesar said. “What? Or do you not trust me?”

"How could that be?" Ita said quickly.
However, even though she knew Caesar was very strong, she still didn't quite believe that he could eliminate the negative energy accumulated by the dragon kings of the past generations.

However, given her trust in Caesar, she knew that he would never harm her or try to fool her with some incomprehensible method. If he said there was a solution, then there must be, and it would definitely be effective.

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"I trust Caesar, and I will cooperate with whatever Caesar decides to do."

“Alright, take off your clothes first,” Caesar said.

"Ugh?"

Ita, who had just said he would fully cooperate, suddenly froze.

Caesar seemed to notice her misunderstanding and added, "You don't need to take everything off, just leave your underwear on."

“That’s right.” Ita said softly, her face flushed.

"Right, right here?" she asked.

Caesar looked around and nodded: "That works too."

He walked to the sofa and patted the seat.

"Hurry up, take off your clothes and come sit down."

"I...I haven't showered yet," Ita said softly.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Caesar said speechlessly.

Ita glanced at him quickly, pursed her lips, and then slowly raised her hand to untie the sash of her clothes, taking them off in front of Caesar.

As her equipment landed, she was soon left only in her underwear. She crossed her arms over her chest, turned her head to the side, and her cheeks were flushed.

Caesar's gaze swept over the purple lace-trimmed panties.

"Is this child dressed so maturely at such a young age?" he thought to himself.

Ita walked over and asked uncertainly, "What...what do we need to do?"

“Just turn your back to me,” Caesar said.

As Ita drew closer, a pleasant, faint scent of a young girl lingered around her nose.

Facing that fair and beautiful back, Caesar took a deep breath:

"I'm going to start."

"Um"

(End of this chapter)