Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 275 A "Pleasant" Three-Person Tea Party

"What a coincidence to run into you here. If it's convenient, could I get a ride?" Muirna said with a smile.

Don't even think about it.

Ita was about to blurt out such a sentence when he glanced at Caesar.

If I refuse, Caesar will definitely think I'm being petty. Besides, Muirna is now considered one of his own, and they're both working for His Majesty.

So she coughed and tilted her head back: "Alright, since you're asking, I'll give you a ride."

“Really? Thank you so much,” Muirner said.

Caesar paused for a moment, then nodded, opened the car door, and let Muirner get in first.

After he got in the car, he sat on Ita's side, and the two of them sat opposite Muirna.

After thinking for a moment, Caesar opened all the car windows again.

I've heard before that Muirner isn't used to being in enclosed spaces, so opening the car windows might be better.

“Thank you,” Muirna winked at Caesar.

Ita, however, was somewhat puzzled and did not understand the connection between Caesar's actions and Muirna.

"Shall I send it to your ecological institute first?" Ita asked her.

"If you don't mind, you can invite me to your home," Muirner said with a smile.

"Don't push your luck any further."

Ita stopped talking abruptly, then smiled amicably: "Of course, Professor, you are always welcome to visit our home if you have time."

"Great! I happen to have some time now, so let's go back together?"

Unexpectedly, Muirna spoke without any politeness.

Ita paused for a moment, then looked at Caesar.

"Professor, you rarely have free time?" Caesar said.

"Haha, actually the Institute of Ecology gave me an afternoon to handle some business at the college. I still have an hour and a half left. Even if I hadn't run into you guys, I probably would have gone to the library or the shopping street to kill some time, right?" Muirna said.

“That’s perfect, we can chat together or something,” Caesar said.

"Is that alright, Ita?"

He also made sure to ask Ita for his opinion.

"Huh? Well, of course," Ita muttered softly, pouting slightly.

“Then I won’t stand on ceremony,” Muirner said with a faint smile.

"Humph"

Ita was a little annoyed. She crossed her long legs, leaned back in her seat, and looked out the window at the street scene.

All the way there, Ita stared out the window in a sullen mood, while Caesar and Muirner chatted casually about various topics until the car returned to the manor.

Muirna went into the house with them and was invited to the living room. She sat on the opposite sofa, while Ithaca and Caesar sat together.

After taking a sip of the Earl Grey tea that had just been served, Muirner unceremoniously picked up the pastries on the table and began to enjoy them.

"How is it? This is the high-end tea brand of the Fetire family. Every single tea leaf is carefully selected," Ita asked, adopting the demeanor of a host.

"Not bad, but I still prefer fruit juice," Muirna said casually. Ita pouted slightly, sipping her black tea and muttering to herself:
"At your age, why are you acting so young? Juice is such a childish drink, isn't it just for kids?"

As she spoke, she frowned at the bitter taste of the tea and secretly added two pieces of sugar to it.

"Professor, what brings you to the school today?" Caesar asked.

“Isn’t the harvest festival coming up soon? The kingdom is going to hold some events, and the academy is also involved. They even invited me to be an advisor. I went there today to discuss some procedural issues,” Muirna said, putting down her teacup.

"The activities of the Harvest Festival? Can you tell me a little about them?" Caesar asked curiously.

"This will be a surprise, anyway, it'll be a big one," Muirna said mysteriously.

"It's just the same old stuff like parades, fireworks, flower basket displays, and so on. It's the same thing every year," Ita muttered to herself.

“But this year will be different,” Muirner said.

"Let me guess, is it related to magical energy? Perhaps it's an opportunity to showcase the latest achievements in magical energy research to the public?" Caesar guessed.

“Indeed, you’re very clever, Sasser,” Muirna said. “That’s right. The kingdom plans to hold a magic-powered spell performance during the Harvest Festival celebrations. They’ve been preparing for this for a long time, firstly to showcase their latest research findings, and secondly…”

Muirner smiled faintly at this point: "It's also to promote Finn's peace ideals."

She and Caesar exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.

Using the latest cutting-edge military research results for civilian entertainment performances is probably the best declaration of peace. Finn's move was also to announce to the world in advance that he is essentially a peace lover, so as to gain the upper hand in public opinion later.

"Sigh, although I also want to enjoy my holiday, the harvest festival is actually the busiest time of the year, and I may not have a single day of leisure," Muirna said with a sigh.

Suddenly, Ita leaned over, put her arm around Caesar's arm, and said with a smile:

"Caesar, how about we go on a trip after the celebration? It's such a rare holiday, why don't we go on a trip with Yumilia? How about we go back to Brown Beach, which we used to go to when we were kids?"

“There are plenty of things to do during the holidays,” Caesar replied casually.

But then we saw Ita's puffed-up, dissatisfied face.

He sighed, "Well, I can manage to take about a week off."

“Okay, then I’ll make the arrangements in advance.” Ita then smiled brightly.

Then, he gave Muirner a smug look.

Muirner simply took a sip of tea and smiled slightly: "You two have a really good relationship."

“Of course! What could be closer than the bond between family members?” Ita said, gesturing with his chin.

"Huh? But didn't you say she was your fiancée before?"

Ita froze for a moment, then her face flushed red as she cried out, "You, you, you're talking nonsense! I, that was..."

She stammered as she glanced at Caesar, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame at being publicly accused of this in front of him.

“Ita, sometimes she really doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut,” Caesar said awkwardly, his lips twitching.

"Um, I... that was..." Ita blushed and stammered, finally lowering her head and sitting back down in her seat.

He seemed deflated, too embarrassed to utter a single word.

However, Muirner watched Ita's expression with great interest, holding his teacup and smiling without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)