Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 21 Methods to Become Mature
Caesar returned to the toilet stall, facing the stall door covered in graffiti.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, the sudden appearance of a last princess doesn't really matter to him now; it's just a product of current international public opinion. The girl named Sia is just a mascot.

What truly concerned him was the Crown of the Forged King. This sacred object was almost equivalent to the Imperial Seal. If he could obtain it, he could even restore the Imperial Seal to its peak state.

But given his current status, it would be difficult for him to even see that princess.

Caesar sighed.

Let's focus on the things at hand.

"Caesar, you went to the bathroom for half the class period just now, was your stomach upset?" Chopper asked Caesar when they were kicking a ball together after class.

"Uh, I guess so," Caesar replied absentmindedly, casually kicking the ball into the net a short distance away.
"It would be best to tell the teacher, otherwise it would be bad if it affected your health."

"Um"

"Hey, hey, hey, who gave you permission to play football here? I've told you so many times, this is our territory!"

A thin, small boy wearing a sailor hat, followed by two followers, swaggered over.

"Who do we have here? It's you, Caesar," the other person chuckled.

This arrogant child is named Mana, and he's probably the typical little bully from kindergarten.

"Do you know this is our Class 3's territory? Daring to play football here without our permission will have serious consequences."

"Oh, sorry, let's go, Chopper." Caesar picked up the ball and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Caesar turned and left, and Mana panicked and quickly went up to grab him.

"Hey! Wait! Why did you just leave like that today? Usually you'd challenge me to a soccer match to decide who gets the field because I'm so annoying!" he shouted.

"I'm not in the mood today." Caesar impatiently shook off his hand.

"Not in the mood? What happened to you?" Mana asked, puzzled.

"What's it to you? If you want to get beaten up, go find someone else. Don't bother me." Caesar glanced at him and turned to leave.

Mana turned his head and looked at his two followers behind him, who were holding balls and staring at him expectantly.
"Tch, the three of us kicking is the same."

"Caesar, you seem to be in a bad mood. Is your stomach still upset?"

Back in the classroom, Chopper asked.

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night." Caesar tossed the ball aside and picked up a book to read.

In fact, he had been thinking about how to get the crown back from the princess.

The most troublesome thing about this matter is how to avoid causing any impact, since the princess is now under the watchful eyes of the entire world.

"Approach her slowly and gain her trust?"

"Or should we just kidnap them and forcibly take them away?"

As Caesar was pondering, Philie beside him exclaimed again, "Caesar, look at this, doesn't it look like you?"

Turning her head, she saw Felicity holding up a fashion magazine, pointing at a melancholy beauty with long black hair in the picture and smiling as she spoke.

"If Caesar grew up and wore a wig, he would definitely be mistaken for a great beauty!"

Caesar stared at her indifferently.

Feeling a little scared under his gaze, Felicity shrank back and pouted, saying:

"I... I was just joking, please don't be angry."

"Don't make that kind of joke."

"I understand."

Caesar snorted and then turned his gaze back to the book.

Just then, the classroom door opened, and two plump women walked in carrying a large wooden box.

"The snacks for Class Two have arrived! Is there anyone willing to help distribute them?"

The kindergarten distributes snacks every morning, usually a small cup of milk and two chocolate biscuits, which is better than nothing.

The cleaning lady today seemed to be new. She looked around the nearly empty classroom and called out to Caesar:

"Hey! You little girl with black hair over there, could you please send this out?"

Caesar, who was reading, froze, and his eye twitched. "Pfft."

Felicity, standing next to her, couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

"Auntie! Caesar is a boy!" Chopper shouted from the side.

"Huh? Oh dear, I really couldn't tell, haha," the delivery lady laughed awkwardly. "Your hair is so long, I thought you were a girl. I'm so sorry."

"Pfft. Hahaha." Felicity couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The other children in the classroom laughed along with them.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Caesar said coldly, forcing out the words through clenched teeth.

"Huh huh huh~"

Yumilia hummed a song, tiptoed, and gathered the clean clothes one by one into the bamboo basket.

She accepted one of Caesar's shirts, brought it to her nose to smell it, and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"I added a little floral powder when I did the laundry; Caesar will definitely like it."

Just then, he saw his Caesar and Chopper walking back together.

"Caesar, Chopper, you're back?"

"Good afternoon, Aunt Yumilia!" Chopper greeted her politely.

Caesar remained silent, his face cold, as if someone had robbed him of his money.

"What's wrong, Caesar?" Yumilia asked with concern.

“I know, it’s because Caesar was mistaken for a girl by the lady who delivered the snacks today, so he’s been unhappy,” Chopper said.

"Yes, is that so?" Yumilia couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, little Casey is pretty and young, so it's easy for people to mistake her for a girl."

"Tsk."

Caesar clicked his tongue in annoyance, then turned and went inside.

Back in his room, he went to the mirror and looked at himself.

Although it looks exactly like I remember from my childhood, there are still some differences.

Is it a matter of the Cocoon of Origin being resurrected? Or is it because it was raised by elves for a long time, so its appearance is more elf-like?

"Damn it, I don't want to become like this!"

His appearance used to be so imposing and domineering that it would intimidate anyone who saw him. Now, he's being mistaken for a girl.
No, absolutely not! Even if it's because I'm too young and haven't fully developed yet, it's still not okay!
I need to find a way to make up for this and make myself look powerful and imposing!

Caesar's gaze fell on the black ballpoint pen on the desk to the side.
Hey, I've got an idea.

"Caesar, are you alright? I'm coming in."

Yumilia knocked on the door and then turned the doorknob.

Upon entering, they found Caesar standing in front of a mirror, drawing a mustache on his chin and upper lip with an oil-based pen.

Caesar turned his head and looked directly at Yumilia.

The air grew quieter.

Finally, Yumilia couldn't help but burst into a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny!” Caesar said, annoyed.

"Yes, I'm sorry, haha." Yumilia laughed so hard she clutched her stomach, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and stepped forward.

"That won't do, the oil-based pen will damage your skin." She took out a handkerchief, cupped Caesar's face, and began to wipe it.

Seeing Caesar still fuming with a pout, Yumilia smiled and comforted him, "It's alright, you're just a little kid now. When you grow up, you'll definitely be a handsome and mighty man."

"It will be a long time before I grow up," Caesar said sullenly.

“It’s okay, I’m here with you,” Yumilia ruffled Caesar’s hair. “I will protect you until you grow up.”

He lowered his head slightly and looked out the window.

Yumilia smiled helplessly. She realized that although Caesar was mature like an adult most of the time, he was still inevitably childish and innocent.

(End of this chapter)