Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 216 In the Dance Floor
The competition ended just like that. The result was that, apart from Caesar who made a decent fruit puree square at the beginning, the other participants couldn't even make a normal bread dough. They either burned it or made a lump of indescribable stuff that no one knew what it was.

Caesar thought his five points were a mediocre score, but it turned out to be the highest score.

"It's such a waste to give them such high-quality ingredients!" the royal chef said with heartache, looking at the ruined and messy ingredients.

"The ultimate winner, the one who will dance the opening dance with Princess Shia, is this handsome gentleman, Caesar Thranduil!"

"hehe."

Caesar forced a smile as he faced the applause of the guests, while behind him, a group of participants walked off dejectedly.

"Caesar is awesome!" Yumilia clapped happily to celebrate Caesar's victory.

Seeing this result, Xia on the stage finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Caesar, I never knew you had such skills."

As Caesar stepped down, he heard Enreid's voice behind him.

Looking back, I saw that he was also clapping softly.
“Mr. Enred,” Caesar greeted with a smile.

"I just got lucky. It just so happens that Yumilia loves sweets, and I had learned a little bit about them."

“Luck is also a reflection of personal character,” Enlid said approvingly. “It’s rare that you can cultivate such a hobby in your spare time from a heavy workload.”

"You flatter me. I am honored to have your favor," Caesar said modestly.

“Go ahead, Sia is waiting for you. The atmosphere of the banquet tonight still depends on you,” Enled said.

"Then I will be rude."

Caesar gave a slight bow and left. At this moment, he noticed that there were more gazes on him now, filled with jealousy, contemplation, envy, and approval—a variety of emotions.

It's normal. If it were just dancing with Sia, it might not be a big deal, but the key is that Enrede actually came to talk to him in person. This is equivalent to gaining his approval. And with the approval of the person who holds the highest power in the country, one can imagine how high he can go in the future.

Perhaps, after today, even more people will try to get close to Caesar.

"Is this a luxury of suffering?" Caesar wondered.

Enled's attitude exceeded his expectations. It seemed that the last meeting had gone well. Regardless of what Enled thought of him now, he must have remembered him completely.

Enled stood with his hands behind his back, watching the departing boy's back.

Manslivy came to his side and whispered:

"Don't you find it interesting, Enred? His ignorant elf raised such a person,"

"Do you think there's something wrong with this?" Enlid asked calmly.

"I'm just offering an opinion. What you think is up to you, whether you're interested in him or wary of him," Manslivi said calmly.

"But I want to remind you, don't let the rabbit bite your finger."

Enled's gaze was indifferent: "I don't want you to worry, madam."

The lights in the venue dimmed, and as an elegant prelude to music began, the lights came on in the center of the dance floor. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Sia, who had removed her long train, lifted her skirt and slowly walked into the dance floor.

Across from her, Caesar stepped onto the dance floor and, amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, stood before Sia.

Looking at her up close now, I realized that Sia was exceptionally beautiful today, thanks to her decorations. Even though she was just a young girl, her appearance was enough to captivate anyone, like a delicate flower blooming in the center of the dance floor.

Sia gazed at him quietly, and Caesar seemed to read something in her eyes.

It was gratitude, relief, and a touch of apprehension.

In her mood, Caesar smiled faintly, bowed, and then extended an inviting hand to her.

Sia returned the gesture by lifting her skirt and extending her hand to shake Caesar's.

Amidst the music, lights, and the gaze of all the guests, they danced on the dance floor.

Caesar was in exceptionally good form today, perhaps due to the effects of Ita's recent intensive training. He felt incredibly proficient in every movement, and his coordination with Sia was also excellent, with each step he took receiving an immediate response.

Sia leaned her pretty face closer and whispered in his ear:

"Thank you for today, teacher."

"You're welcome. To be honest, I didn't expect to win in the end either," Caesar said.

Xia couldn't help but smile: "You looked so serious when you were making the pastries, Teacher."

"That's because I promised you, and I definitely wanted to win too, so today was just Chang Chao performing his best," Caesar said with a slight pursed lip.

"I thought I could get a higher score. My mom always praises my cooking skills at home, but I didn't expect to only get a mediocre score here."

“Yumeria. I actually met her once at the parent-teacher conference,” Sia said.

“Yes, she told me about it when she got back,” Caesar said. “What do you think of her?”

"Hmm, she's a very cute girl, isn't she? Oh, excuse me, ma'am," Sia said.

“I think so too.” Caesar couldn’t help but chuckle. They twirled in the spacious dance floor, displaying slightly awkward dance moves to the accompaniment of the music.

Sia gradually became engrossed in her dance with Caesar, when she heard him whisper in her ear:
“Xia”.

"Ok?"

Sia gazed into the other's dark, clear eyes.

"Happy birthday," Caesar said with a smile.

"Oh, thank you."

For some reason, Xia's face turned slightly red, and she involuntarily looked away.

As the music reached its climax, the dance became even more lively. Sia noticed that Caesar was holding her exceptionally tightly, and their bodies were quite close. It seemed that this wasn't intentional; for Caesar, it was just a normal requirement of the dance. This intimate contact made Sia somewhat embarrassed, but she was too shy to say anything.

I really don't know who taught Caesar these rules.
"Heh heh, the opening dance over there should be almost over, and soon I'll be able to dance with Caesar."

Ita was in a great mood; if there hadn't been someone watching her, she would have skipped and hopped away.

The meeting here is over, and she can finally go to the conference venue.
As they were walking in that direction, a plump middle-aged man came up the stairs. Upon seeing Ita, he immediately widened his eyes in surprise and hurried over.

"Master, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to be here for the princess's birthday banquet today."

The man gave a fawning smile and bowed to Ita as he greeted her.

"Hmm?" Ita glanced at him. "Who are you?"

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Doss, the manager of the family’s import and export department in the Alexidet region. I was also invited today, but I didn’t expect to meet you here. The last time we met was at a family gathering two years ago, but I didn’t even have the right to enter the main venue that time. I could only admire you from afar. It is a great honor to meet you this time,” the man said with a smile.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work and for your contributions to the family," Ita replied curtly.

She continued walking, but the man remained by her side.

Ita was a little annoyed, but she couldn't show it here, especially since she was going to meet Caesar soon, so she patiently asked:

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

“Well, since the patriarch brought it up, I’ll take the liberty of doing so. It’s like this: I heard that the Orly region recently updated its laws, relaxing restrictions on the export of textiles. The family is currently short of an executive officer there, and I’d like to volunteer myself,” Doss said with a smile.

"Rest assured, I have been working diligently in the import and export trade industry for over ten years. I am absolutely capable and will not let my family down!"

Ita was getting annoyed by this guy trying to get something from her again, but she didn't want to ruin her good mood today.

“Any appointment or delegation within the family requires review by the council. Just follow the procedure,” Ita said calmly.

“But if it’s up to you, it’s just a matter of a word,” Doss said.

"I'll think about it," Ita replied dismissively.

Perhaps noticing Ita's impatience, Doss lowered his head and moved a little further away, but he didn't want to give up and continued to follow behind her.

Ita arrived at the main venue, where the first opening dance was still in progress. The lights were dim, the music was soothing, and the atmosphere was very inviting.

"It's not over yet," Ita said, looking at the two figures dancing on the dance floor from the second-floor platform. She thought she should go find Yumilia and Caesar first.

She was about to go downstairs when she suddenly noticed something, turned around quickly, and froze.

The two figures on the dance floor, the girl is naturally Sia, but the dance partner who is holding her is actually Caesar!

Ita was completely stunned. He even raised his hand and rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

It really was Caesar, the Caesar who had promised to invite her to dance, who was now dancing in the dance floor with another girl.

Looking at his expression, he was gazing tenderly at Sia (Ita's subjective feeling), with one hand gently around Sia's shoulder. Every dance move, every glance and gesture was something she had taught Caesar before, but now it was being used on Sia.

Her lips parted slightly, reflecting the trembling pupils of the two people in the dance floor, and one hand unconsciously gripped the carved wooden railing of the stairs.

"Your Highness and your dance partner are truly a perfect match, and they both dance very well. It seems their dance teacher has put in a lot of effort. Don't you agree, Master?"

Doss, still wanting to get closer to Ita, stepped forward and said with a smile.

Snapped!
With a crisp crack, Ita crushed the carved wooden railing, scattering wood chips all over the ground.

"Oh my god." Doss was startled and stared in shock at the scene.

"Heh heh." Ita laughed with a gloomy expression.

"Doss, didn't you want a job? Perfect timing, the family has a fortification in Savie that needs a supervisor, you can go."

"Huh? Wait, wait a minute. Isn't that just being cannon fodder?" Doss was stunned.

"I think it suits you very well."

Ita didn't give him a chance to explain. With a wave of his hand, Doruvan pulled the man down.

(End of this chapter)