Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 278 I Will Protect You
Yumilia had just finished showering and was drying her long hair when she suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the door outside.

Caesar walked in slowly.

"Caesar? Aren't you supposed to be staying at Ita's place tonight? The butler just called me," Yumilia said, puzzled.

"What's wrong with you? You look very tired." She then noticed something else was wrong with her child.

Caesar's face showed visible fatigue, and his steps were somewhat unsteady as he walked over.

After learning the news from Muirna, he was unable to calm down and wanted to return to Yumilia's side as soon as he got back to reality.

He walked all the way back, refusing the car arranged by the Frederick family, and walked for nearly an hour in the cold wind before arriving home.

The only environment that could contain his emotions at this moment was the street in the dead of night, with a cold wind blowing.

Looking at Yumilia, who was dressed in pajamas and had a puzzled expression, he opened his mouth:

I...I miss you a little.

Yumilia was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

"What are you saying, child? Didn't we just see each other this morning?"

"Ah, yes." Caesar's lips twitched slightly.

"It must be cold outside. I'll go heat up a glass of milk for you," Yumilia said as she walked into the kitchen.

Gazing at the petite figure in the kitchen, Caesar was momentarily dazed.

How much did he really know about this girl who had given him new life more than once?
How much has she been hiding from me?

For so long, he had often found solace in Yumilia. This small, simple-minded girl protected him in ways he could understand, and she truly gave him so much security that he overlooked what she had suffered in the past and what she carried in her heart.

He slowly walked into the kitchen and hugged Yumilia from behind as she was stirring honey.

"Hmm?" Yumilia stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him.

"What's wrong, Caesar?"

Caesar held her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder, feeling her real body temperature and scent.
Yumilia also noticed that her child's emotions were not right, so she hugged him back without saying a word, just quietly holding him and giving him warmth.

“Yumeria.”

"Well, I'm here."

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Yumilia blinked, wondering why Caesar suddenly asked this.

"I ate two extra strawberry cakes a few days ago," she said shyly.

Caesar smiled helplessly: "I mean, something else."

“Well, I can’t remember either. But I won’t hide anything from Caesar. Whatever Caesar wants to know, I will answer you,” Yumilia said, touching his cheek.

Caesar opened his mouth, looking into those clear, light blue eyes. He seemed to genuinely feel that there was nothing wrong with the girl in front of him, and that his worries were unnecessary.

“I’m fine. I have nothing to ask,” he said.

"Alright, go take a shower first, then you can have some hot milk when you come out." Yumilia turned around and continued stirring the honey.

Caesar turned, took a step forward, paused for a moment, then turned back to Yumilia and said:

Did your great-grandfather leave you anything?

Yumilia's hand, which was stirring the honey, suddenly froze.
“Wh-what?” She looked at Caesar. “Did your great-grandfather leave you anything? I heard Freya mention it; it seems to be a power passed down through generations of elves,” Caesar said.

"When your grandfather passed away, he only saw you, right? Did he pass that power to you?"

This was already a direct question; rather than avoiding the topic, Caesar chose to ask directly and frankly.

"Well, that kind of thing, I... I don't know either. But... it's not something I'm particularly concerned about."

Yumilia suddenly looked flustered, but more than that, she seemed at a loss.

"Caesar, why are you suddenly asking this?"

“Yumeria,” Caesar said, looking at her with a serious expression.

"I just want to say that I want to share anything, any danger, with you. Please don't face it alone, okay?"

“I know, Caesar, I know,” Yumilia whispered, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly.
She then smiled again: "Don't worry, Caesar, I'll be fine. The elves are a thing of the past, they won't affect us."

She stepped forward and took Caesar's hand.

"Right now, all I need to do is protect my family and Caesar. That's enough. I don't need to worry about anything else. Your well-being is more important than anything else."

"So Caesar, don't be afraid of any danger. As long as I'm here, nothing will harm you."

Caesar paused slightly, realizing that he and Yumilia were thinking of the same thing, but their views on it were completely different, indicating a disagreement.

Yumilia doesn't seem to be completely ignorant of what she possesses; in fact, she seems to have mastered it, even using its power to protect Caesar and the others.

But this doesn't mean she can avoid the risks.

“Some things are more dangerous than you think. If any signs appear, be sure to tell me, and I will find a way to deal with it,” Caesar said urgently.

“I know, Caesar, you’re a real man, I won’t look down on you,” Yumilia said, touching his cheek.

“That’s not what I meant. Oh well, I understand,” Caesar said, giving up.

Yumilia smiled and poured the stirred honey into the saucepan.

"Have a warm glass of milk, then get a good night's sleep, Caesar. I'll stay with you tonight. No matter how tired you are, you'll forget about it by tomorrow morning."

Gazing at the hot milk in front of him, its aroma of honey wafting through the air, Caesar nodded silently.

Midnight of the second day.

Muirna waited on her balcony until the midnight bells rang inside the house, at which point a swirling golden vortex appeared before her.

At this moment, Emperor Shengyuan summoned her.

Today she will meet that favored one. To be able to become the emperor's subordinate, he must be no ordinary person. She must be prepared to play against him.

She took a deep breath and reached inside.

A familiar sense of detachment washed over her, and a moment later, she found herself standing in the center of the temple.

However, the temple seemed a little different from usual today.

There was no high throne or emperor, only a long conference table and dozens of high-backed chairs.

And in the main seat of that high-backed chair sat a familiar figure.

"Xiao Sa?" She looked at the black-haired boy in shock.

(End of this chapter)