Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 207 I'll Teach You
While Ita was still laughing to herself, Caesar had already gone home from school.

He's been quite busy lately, one of which is business. Freya recently told him that she'll soon introduce him to a businessman who focuses on the beverage market. Freya is very interested in his ideas and plans to meet with him to discuss product launches.

In addition, Fantasy Custom finally woke up after sleeping for three days. Last night, he forced her to reveal the whereabouts of that famous writer. I need to prepare myself before I go and settle accounts with her.

According to the information provided by Fantasy Customization, this author named Wendy Carol is also a powerful mage with the skill level of a Hero, making her a master in this era.

Fantasy Custom contacted her again using the same method they used to communicate. As long as she responded, her location could be pinpointed immediately. She would think she was waiting for an old friend, but when she opened the door, she would find the Night Knight coming to settle scores with her.

The excavation of the tomb ruins in Surna has already begun. Soon, when the first batch of artifacts are unearthed, Klorin will reveal the truth about the ancient sorcerer's tomb to him as soon as possible.

Caesar arrived home and unlocked the door with his key.

As soon as the door opened, Yumilia suddenly rushed towards him, grabbed his arm urgently, and cried out in a panic:

"Oh no, oh no, Caesar! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" Caesar asked, putting down his bag.

"Look at this!"

Yumilia produced an invitation, which Caesar recognized as identical to the one he had received earlier that day. However, this invitation was for Caesar's family, namely Yumilia's.

"That princess actually invited you and me to her birthday banquet! And it's at her mansion!" Yumilia said in a panic.

“I thought it was something else, I received one today too,” Caesar said, taking his invitation out of his bag.

"Then, should we go?" Yumilia asked timidly.

“Go ahead, there will be lots of delicious royal desserts at the banquet, won’t there? You can’t get those anywhere else, isn’t that just what you’d like?” Caesar said.

“That’s true, but…” Yumilia still felt that because of the conflict with that princess before, and the conflict with that family, what if they didn’t welcome her when she went there?
“They won’t be paying attention to us then,” Caesar chuckled, comforting Yumilia. “There will definitely be many guests that night, all important figures. My son and I might not even get a glance. Just enjoy the banquet and don’t worry about anything else.”

"Is this so"

After Caesar said that, Yumilia felt much more at ease.

Looking at the invitation in her hand, she seemed to have discovered something else.

“Caesar, it says here that there will be a ball, and you can bring a dance partner,” she said, looking up at Caesar.

Have you found a dance partner yet?

"No, although I received invitations, they were all from girls I don't know well, so I declined them all," Caesar said.

“How can that be?” Yumilia said seriously. “It would be too pitiful for Caesar to be all alone at such a social ball. Even if it’s just a casual choice, we should at least find a dance partner first.”

"I know, there are still about ten days left, take your time, there's no rush." ​​Caesar said nonchalantly, pouring himself a glass of water.

"Don't delay, this is very important," Yumilia said earnestly.

“I think it’s fine to be alone even without a dance partner,” Caesar said.

“You can’t be indifferent to this, Caesar. Attending these social balls is a necessary step for any gentleman,” Yumilia lectured him.

Suddenly, she remembered something, blinked, and looked at Caesar:

"By the way, Caesar, you can't dance, can you?"

Caesar's face stiffened when he was called out:
"It's not that shameful."

Even in his previous life, before becoming emperor, he had attended noble banquets and balls, but he had no interest in the elaborate dances and never intended to learn them. After becoming emperor, although he would have the ceremonial department prepare various gatherings and banquets, as a monarch, he certainly would not participate in dancing.
Therefore, his experience with this type of thing is approximately zero.

“That’s right, I’ve never taught Caesar to dance before, it’s my fault,” Yumilia said, slapping her forehead.

“There’s no need to learn this kind of thing, I’m not interested in it,” Caesar said, picking up his backpack.

"I'm going back to my room to study."

"No! You have to learn!" Yumilia grabbed him.

“There was no need to learn it before, but now that there is a need, it’s best to learn it! It’s a must-learn course for gentlemen!” Yumilia said earnestly.

Caesar sighed and had no choice but to agree: "By the way, you know ballroom dancing?"

"Hmph," Yumilia patted her flat chest triumphantly.

"Of course, the elves also left behind a lot of books on teaching social dance. I read quite a few when I was little, and I even tried to learn it myself. I was self-taught, wasn't that amazing?"

"Self-taught. Does that mean you've never practiced anything?" Caesar asked.

This made Yumilia feel awkward. She coughed and said, "Even if I don't, it won't matter. As long as I can teach Caesar, that's fine."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Caesar remained skeptical of Yumilia's unwavering confidence.

Looking at Yumilia, who was smiling brightly with her arms outstretched towards him, he still walked over with some skepticism.

"Well, first of all, I'll teach you how to invite a girl. You have to bow and be a gentleman."

Yumilia demonstrated it to him in a very professional manner, and Caesar did as she was told.

"Hmm, very good. It would be even better if you could practice a little more," Yumilia said.

"Then, before you dance, you should also bow to your partner, like this."

Yumilia taught him, and Caesar felt that it actually made a lot of sense.
“Well then, that’s how etiquette is. Let’s practice it together,” Yumilia said.

She took two steps back, straightened her clothes, then lifted the hem of her apron and gracefully curtsied to Caesar.
"so?"

Caesar also gave a standard gentlemanly bow.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Then you need to hold your dance partner's hand."

Yumilia raised her small, fair hand to him, and Caesar hesitated for a moment before taking it.

"Yes, and then you should put your other hand on the lady's shoulder, making sure the position is right, otherwise it would be offensive."

Yumilia held his hand, searching for a place on her body.

"This is it. Come on, hold me tight," Yumilia patiently instructed him.

"Here?" Caesar did as she said.

"Hahaha, it itches...it itches! No, not here! Touching such a sensitive spot on a lady would be very offensive!" Yumilia said to him seriously immediately after laughing.

Caesar is now a head taller than Yumilia, so finding a proper spot is really not easy for him.

Yumilia patiently taught him, and also taught him how to properly clasp hands with her other hand.

“Yes, yes, that’s about right,” Yumilia said, leaning close to him, holding Caesar’s hand, and placing one hand on his shoulder.

"Well then, let me teach you the correct dance steps first. First, step with your left foot. Come on, Caesar, try walking it once with my rhythm."

Yumilia chanted the rhythm, and then she and Caesar took a step forward simultaneously.

Her two feet landed together. Yumilia tried to pull herself back, but quickly lost her balance and fell towards Caesar.

Caesar also lost his balance and swayed backward, falling to the ground along with Yumilia.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Yumilia rubbed her head.
"You're pressing down on me!" Caesar cried out in pain from beneath her. Only then did she realize that Caesar was still on top of her, and she quickly got up.

"The first attempt didn't go very well."

Yumilia rubbed Caesar's sore spot and said dejectedly.

“It’s alright, we can try again,” Caesar said.

Although it became clear that Yumilia's dancing was actually quite amateurish once she started dancing, seeing how enthusiastic she was, she couldn't bear to interrupt her and had no choice but to let her continue teaching her.

(End of this chapter)