Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 204 Purpose
Caesar, looking at the parents and students who were already walking back, said with shame:

"I'm sorry I couldn't go on stage with you at the end."

"It's alright, Caesar. I'm just glad your matter is resolved smoothly," Yumilia said with a smile.

Caesar was about to say something, but after glancing at Yumilia, he asked in confusion:
"What's wrong? You don't look well."

"Me?" Yumilia touched her cheek and forced a smile. "I guess I'm still not in a good mood after going on stage. Caesar, don't worry."

Caesar looked at her with some confusion, feeling that something was off about Yumilia, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Then she remembered something and tentatively asked, "Caesar, how was my performance on stage before?"

“This is pretty good,” Caesar thought of what Yumilia had said on stage, and unconsciously shifted his gaze.

"Caesar, what's wrong?" Yumilia tilted her head and looked at him.

"It's alright, what you said was very good, um, I... I'm very happy, oh, very touched. The things you said..." Caesar suddenly became somewhat incoherent.

Yumilia blinked, looking at his blushing face, and couldn't help but laugh.

“It’s also interesting how Caesar looks when he’s nervous,” she said with a smile, her eyes narrowed.

Caesar was somewhat embarrassed. He could face even the greatest dangers with composure, but he panicked when faced with Yumilia's sincere confession, and he really didn't know why.
He paused for a moment, then tentatively, as if changing the subject, said:
"Would you like to grab some snacks later?"

"Huh? What?" Yumilia seemed not to have heard her.

“I say, now that the gathering is over, how about we grab a snack on our way home? How about that place on Green Vine Street?” Caesar repeated.

“Great! I was just thinking of going too.” Yumilia readily agreed.

Yumilia stood up and took his hand.
"Caesar must be very tired today, let's go and relax for a while."

"Hmm." Caesar squeezed her hand, smiled slightly, and left with her.

Not far away, the woman in black veil standing under the tree watched the departing figures of the two and let out a long sigh.

"Teacher, I have met with her and conveyed my message."

"Oh, that's good. The food is ready, come back quickly." The voice of the wolf girl Xiaowu rang in my mind.

"Teacher, is this really okay? What if he finds out?"

"Don't worry, it's fine. Even if we get caught, we can just run away. We're just employees, it won't interfere with anything." Xiaowu's nonchalant voice came from behind.

"But can we really intervene in the power of that elf?" she asked.

"It's alright, it's alright. Don't forget we have people backing us up. Why worry so much? Okay, if there's nothing else, come back quickly, the food's getting cold," Xiaowu said.

Marlene watched as the two figures disappeared from sight. She clutched her chest, still feeling uneasy ever since her encounter with Yumilia.

"The prophecy of the Natural God, Yumilia, Thranduil, the Elven royal family, is true."

She sighed heavily:

"Caesar, the world really has a lot of malice towards him."

At night, after taking a bath, Yumilia felt warm all over. She changed into her pajamas and wrapped her wet gray hair in a towel with both hands.

I went to the kitchen, heated a pot of milk with the gas, poured it into two cups, and finally added some honey.

Carrying two glasses of milk on a tray, she arrived at Caesar's room and knocked on the door.

"Caesar, I've heated up some milk. Shall we drink it before we go to sleep?"

"Okay, just leave it at the door. I'm not available right now," Caesar's voice came from inside the door.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Yumilia asked, puzzled. "Nothing, just put it by the door," Caesar replied as before.

Yumilia blinked, didn't think much of it, placed the tray on the ground, and picked up her glass of milk.

"Then remember to drink it while it's hot."

After she finished speaking, she returned to her room and closed the door.

A moment later, Caesar opened the door and brought in the milk.

On his bed in his room lay the custom-made quill pen, while Susan, still wearing her nightgown, stood to the side, her hand raised, a strange light emanating from her palm, restoring its spiritual power.

“I never imagined your book had this ability,” Caesar said.

In the book "The Cuckoo's Call" from the Fantasy Sea Scrolls, the protagonist Susan can not only take them through the mental world, but also repair damage to the spiritual level to a certain extent. This is perfect for healing the wounds of fantasy customization.

"Actually, each of the entities in my books can be considered an independent containment object; I've simply listed them together. Otherwise, how could I be considered a tsunami-level entity?"

Huanhai Scroll seemed quite pleased with himself.

Caesar felt the same way; Susan's form resembled that of a special type of sorcerer, a mind ferryman. Such sorcerers are weak in combat but possess a unique ability to connect with the spiritual world, and are extremely proficient in spells related to this.
However, such practitioners of this special profession, like diviners, are almost extinct, and it is estimated that they would not appear in the public eye.

Now Caesar has one in his hands.

The light in Susan's hand gradually faded. She took a breath and looked at Caesar: "The treatment is complete. It should regain consciousness in three days."

Caesar nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

"No need for thanks. I'll take the reward I promised: a month's worth of your dreams."

"Please help yourself."

Susan twisted her body, vanished like a bubble, and returned to the book.

Caesar stepped forward and stuffed the fantasy creation back into the Formless Heaven.
This was truly a fruitful experience, wasn't it?

Huanhai Wenshu leaned closer and said.

Now that Caesar has finally given it permission to occasionally go out and about, it is in a particularly good mood.

Caesar ignored its enthusiasm and picked up the hot milk on the table to drink.

After a moment, he put down the empty cup and said:

"Tell me, what exactly is your real reason for helping me this time?"

He was well aware of the characteristics of these contained beings: they possessed self-awareness and relied on bewitching humans or other intelligent beings to satisfy their survival needs; this was their main method.

But this time, the Illusionary Sea Scroll truly helped him without reservation, even betraying his original brothers for it. But upon closer examination, on the surface, it didn't gain any benefit from it, so it could only consider something deeper.

Is the reason "To gain your trust" sufficient?

The Phantom Sea Documents show that...

Caesar let out a low chuckle.

"Gain my trust, and then what? Be my friend?"

That's definitely the idea.

The Phantom Sea Scroll floated in front of him, its attitude extremely serious:

Actually, I was just looking for a backer for myself, hoping to gain divine favor.

(End of this chapter)