Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 184 The Kiss (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month!!)

The Frederick family mansion.

Ita sat on the bed, half-naked, legs crossed, hands covering her chest, while snowflakes flew around her, scattering soft, warm breath.

Caesar sat behind her, one hand resting on the back of her neck, repeatedly transmitting the power of the Snow Flower to her to purify the curse within her.

The tingling pleasure brought on by the treatment passed through her body again and again. Ita lowered her head, breathing heavily, her skin turned rosy, and her whole body was wet with sweat. The air was filled with the warm fragrance of a young girl.

The healing process slowly came to an end. Caesar severed his connection with Itha and let out a weary sigh.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked.

"Much better," Ita said softly, as the racing heartbeat from the pleasure gradually subsided.

"Thank you, Caesar."

"Hmm." Caesar hummed softly, stood up, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, then poured more water and handed it to Ita.

"You've sweated so much, you need to replenish your fluids."

Ita covered her chest with one hand and took it with the other.

"You didn't even say anything before you had health problems. You only found out after you fainted. What can I say to you?" Caesar sat down on the sofa to rest and sighed helplessly at Ita.

"I... I didn't know it would be like this. Before, I only felt a little uncomfortable, and I thought I could bear it," Ita said.

Since receiving treatment from Caesar, she no longer underwent the painful soaking process. Caesar had previously said that it would be delayed for a few days, and her body occasionally showed some cursed reactions, which were not too serious and she did not pay much attention to them, intending to wait for the treatment to arrive.

But she never expected the backlash of the curse to be so silent. Today, she was filled with the joy of the date and did not notice any changes in her body. It was not until Caesar was about to leave that the collapse of her mind caused the pain of the backlash to suddenly come, which made her faint.

“Tell me immediately if there’s a problem. What am I supposed to do if you cause a problem?” Caesar said to her, frowning.

Ita looked at him: "Caesar, do you care about me?"

“Nonsense,” Caesar said irritably, “How could I not care about you?”

"Oh," Ita responded softly.

The atmosphere in the room quieted down, and after a moment Caesar said, "You should rest now, I'm going back."

"What did Caesar divine today?"

Before he could even get up, Ita suddenly asked.

Caesar paused for a moment, then said, "It has nothing to do with you; it's my own business."

“But I saw that you’ve been very troubled since then, Caesar, right? It must have been something important that the divination revealed,” Ita said, his expression becoming somewhat anxious. “I just want to share your burden, Caesar, and now I’m capable of sharing your responsibilities.”

“Ita,” Caesar told her patiently, “you can’t handle this. Not to mention you, even I can’t deal with it for the time being, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

“I just don’t want Caesar to face danger alone,” Ita said in a low voice.

“Don’t worry, Ita, I assure you, if I ever encounter anything really difficult, I will definitely tell you and ask for your help,” Caesar said.

"Um"

After a moment of silence, Caesar stepped forward and patted her head: "I'm sorry, I know I disappointed you on this holiday. I'll make it up to you next time, okay?"

Ita nodded slightly, paused for a moment, then smiled faintly: "Caesar accompanied me shopping all day today, and just now he treated me. You must be very tired now. Would you like me to help you relax?"

"Relax?" Caesar looked at her.
"You know, massages and stuff," Ita said, making a kneading motion with one hand.
"You know how to give massages?" Caesar asked, somewhat amused.

"I haven't learned it, but you don't need to, right? I can still massage my legs and shoulders and stuff," Ita said.

“No need. You’re not a maid. Wouldn’t it be beneath the head of the household to do such things?” Caesar said.

“It’s for Caesar anyway, so there’s no need to worry about the family head’s face,” Ita pouted slightly. “Okay, even if I can’t share Caesar’s important tasks, I can at least do something for this little thing, otherwise I’ll still feel bad.”

Caesar sighed, "Then I'll trouble you. But go and put your clothes on first."

"Ah."

Ita got up, went to the bathroom first, wiped the sweat off her body with a towel, and then went to the wardrobe to change into a light slip dress.

They came up behind Caesar, placed their two small hands on his shoulders, and massaged them firmly.

"Is the force okay?"

"good."

I have to say, although it was just a simple massage, Ita's unusually strong little hands really made him feel quite comfortable, and his fatigue was relieved.

Ita kneaded her hands and whispered behind him, "Thinking back, Caesar did so much for me, but I didn't do much for Caesar."

“Didn’t I already say not to worry about these things?” Caesar said.

“Yes, that’s right,” Ita murmured. “What’s wrong?” Caesar turned to look at her.

"No, it's nothing," Ita smiled at him.

Ita quietly massaged his shoulders, and the room was completely silent.

A few minutes later, Ita came to him again, sat down beside him, and patted his legs with her little fists.

Her still-young face was very serious. Because she had just received treatment, Ita's body was still warm. Sitting next to her was cozy and she had a pleasant, youthful fragrance that made one feel very comfortable.

Unconsciously, looking at Ita beside him, Caesar thought of Greta again.

The girl had done the same in the past. At first, she tried to please him by cautiously asking for a massage when he was tired after a long day. But back then, Grace was young and weak, so she didn't have much strength and it wasn't comfortable at all.

Later, as she grew up and her body developed, she bought a book on massage techniques at a street stall one day. She studied it diligently and tried it on him. After that, she frequently asked him to massage her to help her relax.

It made him happy, and Greta was very happy about it. Even after he became empress, when he was exhausted from political affairs, Greta would use this to help him relax.

Looking at Ithaca's unfamiliar demeanor beside him, Caesar seemed to see again the frail little girl from hundreds of years ago, struggling to prove her worth to him under the tent.

"Grace"

Caesar closed his eyes, and the image of the long brown-haired girl appeared before him. In his memory, Greta's appearance was forever frozen at the age of nineteen, the night he proposed to her.

Memories flooded back, stirring up a bittersweet feeling. Everything about her flashed through my mind like a movie.

But suddenly, the flashback scene in the movie froze, Grace's face was frozen there, and then the screen went black, as if something had suddenly turned off the film reel of memories.

It was an innocent, youthful kiss.

He felt a moist, warm sensation on his lips. He opened his eyes and saw Ita's face close to his, her petite body pressed against his, leaving a firm kiss on his lips.

Caesar's mind went blank for a few seconds before he managed to prop himself up.

Their lips parted, glistening with a hint of sweetness, still lingering from the girl's lips. Their eyes met, and Ita's golden vertical pupils were filled with shyness and helplessness.

She breathed softly, her breath sweet, and murmured:

"I... I thought you were asleep, Caesar."

She looked somewhat out of sorts; the straps of her nightgown had slipped down, rendering it practically useless for covering up.

Caesar turned his gaze away and said in a low voice, "You first, put your clothes on."

Ita glanced down at herself; her face was flushed, but she didn't move or try to cover herself up.

"Caesar, didn't you always seem unconcerned about seeing my body?" she whispered.

"So you can't even put on your clothes properly?" Caesar said helplessly.

Ita pursed her lips, but still pulled her nightgown up.

"Anyway, Caesar has seen her naked so many times already," she muttered to herself.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent, and Ita remained pressed against him without moving.

"Caesar, do you want to relax a bit more?" Ita asked in a low voice.

“That’s enough. You must be tired after massaging for so long,” Caesar said.

“No, what I’m saying is that Caesar is also very tired, isn’t he?” Ita said. “I can see that Caesar was troubled by that divination today. You always look very distressed. You must be very tired.”

Caesar chuckled and said, "So how are you going to help me relax this mental fatigue?"

“There’s a way,” Ita looked up and smiled at him.

Then, she propped herself up, knelt on the sofa, and stretched out her arms to embrace Caesar's head.

The soft embrace carried a warm, fragrant scent.

"What are you"

“Because, I heard Yumilia say before that when boys are tired, a hug is enough,” Ita said softly to him. “Although my embrace is a little small, it can still relieve fatigue, right Caesar?”

"Yes." Caesar finally couldn't help but chuckle softly, saying nothing more, and leaned into Ita's arms, gently embracing her.

"Thank you, Ita."

"Yes, get some rest, Caesar," Ita said gently, stroking his head with a smile.

Caesar slowly closed his eyes, feeling as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart.

He understands that, whether in the past or now, there will always be someone who will accompany him on his journey.

(End of this chapter)