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Chapter 208 The Evil Dragon Clan Head Wants Me to Invite Him to Dance

"No, you have to step in with your left foot first, then twist your waist like this, and then here too."

"so?"

"No, no, wait... It seems like it... Let me think... Oh right, you have to raise your hand like this, and then walk your foot like this. Oops!"

After Yumilia tripped and fell on Caesar for the fifth time, the two finally realized that teaching her this way was too difficult.

"This is so hard, I'm so sorry Caesar, I'm so stupid."

Yumilia stood up, led by Caesar's hand, and said dejectedly.

“I’ve already told you I’m not suited to learning to dance,” Caesar sighed. “Let’s call it a day. If we keep dancing, I might get injured.”

"Alright then," Yumilia had no choice but to say, "I'll go cook now."

Just as I was about to give up on this plan, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw Ita standing in the doorway.

"Ita's here!" Yumilia greeted him happily.

"Yumeria, Caesar, good afternoon." She greeted them with a bright smile.

"I don't have any work this afternoon, so I have some time to spend with Caesar and Yumilia. I even brought some snacks for you, Yumilia."

"Ita, you're so kind!"

Yumilia took the snacks from her hand and ran off.

Ita seemed to be in a good mood today, smiling at Caesar.

Caesar sensed that she had something to say, so he spoke first:

"What's wrong? What happened that made you so happy?"

"Hmph, there are indeed things to be happy about, but they haven't happened yet." Ita winked at him, giving him a crazy hint.

But Caesar didn't seem to understand her meaning. Seeing Yumilia enthusiastically cutting the tiramisu Ita had brought, he quickly said:

"Don't eat too much, it'll be dinner time soon."

"Okay, I'll just have a tiny bite!"

Caesar then looked away, then at Ita, and smiled faintly: "Then remember to share with me if anything good happens."

"Uh..." Ita hadn't expected Caesar to miss her hint, and seeing that he seemed about to go back to his room, she quickly called out to him:
"Caesar!"

"what happened?"

"Uh, don't you have anything important to do?" Ita hinted, blinking at him repeatedly.

“Something important, oh, right,” Caesar suddenly remembered, and then said to Ita, whose face was full of expectation:

"Ita, are you free this Sunday?" Caesar asked her, remembering something.

“Of course!” Ita thought Caesar was going to discuss the dinner party with her, and her eyes lit up. She said happily, “Don’t worry, leave such important matters to me.”

"Nothing important, just need to buy some books, the same bookstore as last time. Having your identity will make it easier to go to the boutique street," Caesar said.
Ita paused for a moment, then opened her mouth: "Just to buy books?"

She looked disappointed.

"Just buying books, it won't take up much time. By the way, what's wrong?" Caesar looked at Ita with a puzzled expression, who was sometimes happy and sometimes disappointed.

"No, it's nothing." Ita felt a little disappointed. The invitation to the ball didn't seem like a surprise worth keeping quiet about; Caesar should have mentioned it as soon as she arrived.
Does this mean that Caesar already has a dance partner in mind?

Meanwhile, Yumilia, who was eating tiramisu with her cheeks puffed out, mumbled something to Ita:

"By the way, Ita, we received an invitation today to attend that princess's birthday banquet. There will also be a ball at the banquet."

“Yes, really? That must be very lively,” Ita said. Yumilia then looked worried: “But Caesar still doesn’t have a dance partner, and he’s not very enthusiastic about it. What if he’s alone again on the day?”

She sighed, stroking her face, "If I still don't have a dance partner in the end, I'll have to go with Caesar. But if I dance with him, my classmates will definitely laugh at me."

“I told you not to worry about it. It’s not like I can’t go dancing on my own,” Caesar said.

"Caesar, are you planning to go to the ball alone?" Ita winked at him.

“After all, I don’t know any girls, and I can’t dance, so it would be too awkward to be with unfamiliar girls,” Caesar said.

“Then, then,” Ita pointed blankly at herself.

Why didn't you think of me?

The room was quiet for a moment, then Yumilia clapped her hands excitedly:

"That's right! How come I didn't think of that! We could have Ita as Caesar's dance partner! You two are such good friends, you'd definitely be a perfect match when you dance, wouldn't you?"

“No, that…” Caesar hesitated, then pulled Ita aside and whispered to her, “But that’s a ball organized by Enred. Won’t it cause problems if you go with your identity?”

"So that's why Caesar didn't invite me," Ita muttered to herself.

"They sent out invitations to the family about two weeks ago, and I was invited,"

Aren't you afraid of danger?

After all, Ita had just clashed with the Ungol faction represented by Enrede on the Grand Canal not long ago, and accepting the invitation to go there now was nothing short of a trap.

“Don’t worry, at least they won’t tamper with things at such an important banquet. Besides, there are quite a few anti-Ungol people attending this banquet, so one more won’t make a difference,” Ita said.

She stared longingly at Caesar: "Besides, I usually only send a representative to these kinds of banquets, but this time, because you're attending too, Caesar, I..."

Caesar then realized what the girl had been expecting all along; she had known about it all along.

“But,” Caesar looked troubled, “you’re a teacher now, and all your classmates know you. What if you appear as my dance partner?”

The relationship between dance partners is somewhat ambiguous, and Caesar dared not imagine what the public opinion on campus would be like if he were to bring this dreadful dragon along.

"What does it matter!" Ita said. "Anyway, Caesar, you're my class representative, so inviting the teacher isn't a bad idea, is it?"

"You're being way too casual."

"Could it be that Caesar actually wanted to bring another woman?" Ita pouted, looking at him with a resentful expression.

"What are you thinking!" Caesar tapped her on the head. "I'm worried it might leave a bad impression on you, and a dance partner isn't necessary. I can manage on my own."

“I’m not worried about that,” Ita lowered her eyes. “I… I just want to dance with Caesar.”

Caesar looked at the aggrieved little dragon and hesitated for a long time before finally sighing, "A dance partner is definitely out of the question; our relationship cannot be exposed."

Xiao Long's head immediately drooped dejectedly.

"However, I will invite you to dance at the banquet, using that so-called class representative identity, and try not to arouse suspicion," Caesar continued.

Ita then looked up at him, blinking, and asked, "Is this the first dance?"

“I think I only know one dance left, and I was originally planning to skip this part,” Caesar said.

Ita's expression brightened instantly, and she smiled and hummed in agreement.

Although I can't be Caesar's dance partner, this is fine too. Dancing a ballroom dance in public, which is only polite on the surface, but has a secret relationship known only to the two of us embracing, this kind of secret ambiguity is quite exciting to think about.

"Hmm?" Yumilia, biting her spoon, watched curiously as the two children huddled in the corner, seemingly discussing something for a long time.

"They must be discussing the ball. It's so nice to be young," she said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)