Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 192 Confrontation
“Caesar Thranduil.” Enred gazed at him, as if recalling something.

“I remember you,” he said calmly.

“You had a conflict with Xia when school started.”

"Haha," Caesar laughed awkwardly, "I'm really ashamed that you remember me like this. I'm really sorry about that time. I've been trying my best to get along with Xia since then."

Enlid looked at him for a few seconds, then said:

"We also made mistakes that time. Xia is a bit assertive sometimes, which can upset people. As her classmates, please be more tolerant."

"A strong personality probably stems from having enough confidence. Xia is so outstanding; there are many things I can learn from her," Caesar continued.

“Sir, this Caesar and Princess Sia have consistently ranked in the top two of the grade, and Caesar has even topped the list more often,” Newman said to Enred.

"Oh?" Enlid seemed to understand something, and his interest in Caesar grew even stronger.

"You are indeed an excellent student. If possible, I would like to ask Xia to become your friend."

"You flatter me." Caesar seemed very flattered and quickly said, "I also worked very hard to be as good as Xia, so I have always admired Mr. Enled who was able to cultivate her."

"Oh?" Enlid's lips twitched slightly, as if he were smiling. "You admire me a lot?"

“Of course,” Caesar said. “At first, I only saw your news in the newspapers. I thought it was amazing that Finn had reached a world-leading level under your leadership over the past ten years. Later, when I grew up, I read some of your autobiographical books, especially ‘After the War.’ I found that your summary of the world’s development in the fifty years before and after the Three Kingdoms War was very reasonable. I read it many times without realizing it, and ever since then, I have always hoped to meet you in person.”

Enlid's expression remained unchanged, but he was clearly much less interested in him.

If someone who has already entered the workforce, or at least a senior student, said they had read his books, it might be understandable. But for a student of Caesar's age, who hadn't even taken a course in philosophy, to say they could understand the profound socio-political theories in his books was an overly obvious and clumsy form of flattery.

"Oh, and also, I'm particularly interested in your 'mechanism of the state' argument. All social groups should be tools that make up the huge mechanical structure of the state, needing to regularly remove broken parts to improve efficiency and achieve mechanized precision in order to maintain a leading position in the world."

"After hearing this description, I also had a lot of ideas about this argument, such as introducing the concept of a factory assembly line, and what methods can be used to better and more smoothly produce 'parts' that meet the needs of national operation, and ensure the long-term efficiency of social progress. Ah, of course, these are just some naive and far-fetched ideas of mine, which I only said because I was really bored."

Caesar smiled apologetically.

Enlid raised his eyebrows slightly. Although the views expressed by the other party were still immature, they could still represent the monopoly policy he was currently implementing. This was enough to show that the boy in front of him was quite compatible with him in terms of thinking.

Caesar also noticed this aspect of him and knew that he had developed a considerable interest in him.

Interested? If you are, that's great. Monopolizing ideas, mass-producing loyal guards to the kingdom like an assembly line—a certain Mohist disciple did this before, and Enled will definitely be able to talk to that person.

“Your idea is interesting, but it lacks many key theoretical foundations. However, it’s already quite remarkable for a child your age,” Enled said calmly, his tone noticeably gentler.

"What you need is to study hard and maintain your current grades. I believe that in ten years, a new star will emerge in the kingdom's political arena."

"I am very pleased to have your approval," Caesar said with a slight smile.

Newman watched in awe. He had never seen anyone before who could command such precious time from this great figure of the kingdom and offer genuine affirmation. Now, many people from behind the scenes had gathered around, watching the conversation between the handsome young man and the kingdom's most powerful figure.

Who is that?

"It seems so, Caesar, a first-year student, the one who received the Kingdom Medal that time."

"He's really something, daring to block that person's way."

"Well, you know what, the Prime Minister seems to be in a pretty good mood. Does that mean he approves?"

Whispers came from all around.

The secretary behind Enlid said something to him, and Enlid nodded and said to Caesar:
“Caesar Thranduil, right? I’ll remember you. You’re a very good kid. If possible, I’d like to be your classmate. Sia should also understand what it means to be outmatched.”

"It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."

Enrid nodded slightly to him, and Caesar returned the gesture in kind.

"It is my honor to communicate with you," he said slowly.

Enrender said nothing more and, escorted by bodyguards, followed Newman upstairs.

Caesar watched his departing figure, the gentle smile on his face vanishing, replaced by a cold sneer in his heart.

"Heh, I thought I could get a chance to get closer to him, like being invited to his house. Or was I just being delusional?"

However, this meeting left a good impression on the other person, which will probably make it easier to meet again and have more contact in the future.

Actually, this meeting might be a bit too early for him, but considering his future plans, it's not too early either.

To achieve his goals, Enlid's faction must be eliminated.

As Enled walked up the stairs, the face of the boy from earlier flashed through his mind.

"Caesar Thranduil".

His eyes narrowed; he had already listed countless possibilities.
This young man wasn't just trying to curry favor with him in an ordinary way. He knew countless people and could sense something else beneath the young man's gentle and harmless appearance.

This feeling was something he could only experience at the international negotiating table—a sharp knife wrapped in a towel.

He was silent for a moment, then whispered to his secretary behind him, "Go, investigate the family background of that guy named Caesar from earlier, the more detailed the better."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)