Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 209 Now he really is a teacher.

"Come out quickly, everything will be alright."

"But, but, wearing this is a bit too much."

"It's beautiful! Let Caesar see it too."

"Hey, Ita, don't pull me! My clothes are about to fall down!"

The sound of a young girl's giggles drifted from the dressing room, and Caesar couldn't help but shift his gaze from his book to look over.

Today is Friday. After school, Ita suggested that Caesar and Yumilia order custom-made dresses for the ball. If they finalize the order today and expedite the production, the dresses can be made the day before the ball.

Yumilia is currently trying on dress samples. She was pulled into the dressing room by Ita earlier and has been changing clothes like a dressing doll.

"Choosing clothes is really troublesome for girls," Caesar thought to himself.

Judging from the sounds coming in now, they've probably already made their selections, right?

The dressing room door opened, and Ita pushed a blushing Yumilia out. The little elf had changed into a gorgeous evening gown and looked embarrassed.

"How is it, Caesar? Isn't Yumilia beautiful?" Ita asked enthusiastically.

Caesar raised his eyes and looked at him.

This dress is deep blue with gold trim, highlighting its luxurious and sophisticated feel. The high-waisted fishtail skirt trails below the knee, and the neckline features a heart-shaped openwork pattern. The sleeveless, cinched-neck design reveals her fair and smooth shoulders. The silhouette of the dress and her skin extends from her collarbone to her armpits, then converges at the shoulder blades on her back. The diagonally cut skirt only reaches her knees, revealing her slender calves. She wears a pair of deep blue high heels, and her delicate arms are adorned with long, deep blue openwork gloves.

It was clearly Yumilia's first time wearing such formal attire, and the unique level of exposure made her very uncomfortable.

"What does Caesar think?" Ita asked with great interest.

"Won't you catch a cold dressed like this?" Caesar asked.

"Why does Caesar seem more like a strict and old-fashioned father?" Ita complained.

“But I also feel a bit cold, especially under my armpits, they’re chilly,” Yumilia said, raising her arm to expose her bare armpits, revealing patches of rosy, snow-white skin.

It's fine in the summer, but it's really cold to wear this in the winter.

"There will be coats and shawls, which are for wearing at the banquet. There will be heating, so you won't be cold," Ita said.

"Then, does Caesar think it looks good?" Yumilia asked Caesar, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"It's alright, I think it's pretty good." Caesar shifted his gaze.

Yumilia in her formal attire possesses a unique beauty, completely different from her usual gentle and virtuous image. To put it simply, it's the stunning effect of a plain-looking girl suddenly dressing up properly.

"This set is fine. Let's go, I'll take you to get your size measured."

Seeing that everyone was satisfied, Ita made the decision as well.

Yumilia was taken to have her measurements taken, and Ita took the opportunity to come to Caesar's side.

"Has Caesar chosen the dress he wants?"

"No, I don't know anything about these things either. Just pick one for me," Caesar said, looking at the book.

"Me?" Ita smirked. "Alright then, whatever style I choose, Caesar has to wear it."

Caesar looked at her and said with amusement, "You're not going to pick out a woman's outfit for me, are you?"

"That won't happen."

Anyway, Ita's only thought was to choose a dress for Caesar that would suit her well. Although others might not notice, she knew perfectly well what was going on in her mind. "By the way, I heard from Yumilia that Caesar can't dance?" Ita said.

“Yes, I’ll have to drag you down with me when the time comes,” Caesar said.

"Leave that to me, Caesar. I'll personally teach you to dance!" Ita patted his chest confidently.
“I’m very good at dancing, so I’m sure I can teach you well, Caesar.”

As the head of the Fethire family, Ita had also learned social dancing. Unlike Yumilia, whose knowledge was limited to books, she had studied with a professional dance teacher. However, she had never practiced it in a formal setting, since no one had ever dared to invite this evil dragon to dance.

"Then I'll have to trouble you. But let me make this clear, I'm a complete beginner, so I'll be difficult to teach," Caesar said.

“I see,” Ita nodded, his eyes fixed intently on Caesar.
"That's perfect. Starting today, get ready for grueling training! I'll train you, Caesar, into a ballroom dance master in a week!"

And so, the dance training that Ita had mentioned began.

It could be said that Ita truly became Caesar's teacher this time, meticulously instructing him on the etiquette of ballroom dancing. She even brought her own dance teacher to teach Caesar professional movements and postures, and then personally led him in practice.
"No, Caesar, hold me tighter, and keep your eyes on me!"

Held in his arms, Ita, who was very close to him, frowned and said to him with dissatisfaction.

"I'm watching you, aren't I? You don't need to look away for a moment, do you?" Caesar said.

"No! A very important aspect of ballroom dancing is eye contact. You must maintain eye contact with your partner with emotion every moment!" Ita said seriously.

"Is that a rule?" Caesar looked at the dance teacher with suspicion.

“Yes, what the patriarch said makes a lot of sense.” The other person nodded with a smile.

Of course, what she didn't say was that in the Frederick family, the head of the family always spoke according to the rules.

"Also, Caesar, stay closer, don't always stand so far away from me."

I'm practically glued to you.

“That’s exactly what you need to do. Social dance etiquette requires close physical contact. Maintaining close physical contact with your partner is the most basic requirement,” Ita said.

Caesar raised an eyebrow and looked at the dance teacher on the side.

The other person simply smiled and nodded without saying a word.

"Also, after a dance, you have to kiss your partner's hand and then hold her hand as you walk her home,"

"Also, physical contact before dancing is very important, as it can increase the rapport between the two people."

"besides."

Caesar felt that if he let her continue, the Queen of the Dance might even say she wanted to kiss him.

"Caesar, Ita, you've worked hard. Have some fruit."

Yumilia came up with fruit, just as Caesar wanted to rest. He had spent the whole morning practicing dance and his back was stiff.

Just as he picked up a small piece of apple to eat, his spiritual intuition was triggered; someone was calling him from the Formless Heaven.

"Ita, you all eat first. I have to go back to my room for a bit," Caesar said.

“Huh? Now?” Ita said.

“Ita, Caesar is a big boy now, he’ll have his own little secrets,” Yumilia said earnestly, taking a bite of her apple.

(End of this chapter)