Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 304 Epilogue, Eli Civilization Liberation Front

According to the Fatis Palace, the massive explosion at the Magic Energy Research Institute on February 3rd was caused by a loss of control during the research of a new type of magical weapon. The explosion destroyed 90% of the research institute, but further details and the number of casualties were not disclosed due to state secrets.

"Furthermore, the ten-day storm is about to end, and the Kingdom's Meteorological Bureau has issued a sunny weather report, indicating that the next two weeks will be filled with beautiful sunny days, perfect for staying home or going out..."

No. 32 Red Brick Street, a small, old terraced house.

Booth Brut opened the door, and the dust that filled the room made him cough. He quickly swept his hands in front of him and took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

He chuckled at the black-haired boy behind him:
"No one has come here since the end of December. Mainly because we don't hold many gatherings. I'll contact a cleaner to come and tidy up in a bit."

He made some room to let Caesar in.

Looking around, it was just an old-fashioned room covered in dust, with only paintings on the walls and some past honor medals displayed on the shelves, recording its former glory.

As he wandered around the room, Booth stood quietly to the side.

Actually, we should have reviewed the young man's application for membership more thoroughly. But since this young master suddenly donated 70,000 gold coins to the Restoration Society for its activities, there's not much else to say. Today, he came specifically to show him around the society's departments.

He turned to Booth and asked, "How many active members are there now?"

"About fifty or so? That's probably the most people I can mobilize right now," Booth said.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"The situation is very difficult right now. Even the newspaper that we were cooperating with dropped out last month. To be honest, apart from us few core members, the rest of the organization are just after status and background."

"Several college graduates came a few months ago. Their reason for joining was that it's easy to get a job here. After gaining some experience in gatherings and group activities, they can then apply for jobs at big companies."

"I've tried many solutions over the years, including transformation and adjustments, but at best, all I can do is avoid being dissolved, and the annual profits are meager," he sighed.

Caesar looked around for a moment and said, "What we need first is a better meeting room. This remote location won't attract many people."

“The main problem,” Booth said, a troubled look on his face, “is that our funding is quite limited. Our only sponsor right now is a health supplement company.”

“I’ll figure that out,” Caesar said. “In addition, I need a complete list of all the contacts of the Restoration Society from the past, whether they are still valid or not.”

"Well... I'll go prepare it for you."

"I've really met a benefactor," Booth thought to himself.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" he asked.

Caesar paused for a few seconds, then said to him, "Mr. Booth, are you interested in joining the Senate?"

Muirna stood barefoot on the moss-covered old tree roots. Although her face had recovered, her long hair had turned gray, making her look very haggard.

She gazed at the vibrant, lush, azure tree, within which the transcendent divine power she called the Seed of Menze was stored.

A glimmer of light flickered in his tired eyes.

A vine crawled over and brushed against her.

"How is it, sister? Can you sense it?" she asked softly.

The vine shook its head helplessly.

"It's alright." She touched the vines.
"This time we succeeded, and that's more important than anything else."

She sighed, then looked up at the vines overhead, murmuring to herself:

"But something is still missing."

"Come on, drink the soup first."

"I can do it myself."

"I'll feed you, be good, drink the soup."

"Caesar."

Faced with his persistent care, Yumilia pouted slightly, but in the end she obediently opened her mouth and drank the chicken soup that Caesar fed her. Before this, she had been semi-forced to drink a lot of food and soup to nourish her body, and now her stomach was swollen.

After finally managing to drink the large bowl of chicken soup, Caesar took out a box of pastries.

"I really can't eat this anymore," Yumilia said, waving her hands repeatedly.

"But this is your favorite lemon flavor."

"But I really can't eat anymore." For the first time, Yumilia felt resistant to the lemon cake.

Caesar then put the cake down.
“Caesar, those things, you…” Yumilia asked hesitantly.

Caesar touched her face. "Ita and I are here, don't worry. What you need to do most right now is to get your body in good condition."

"All right."

Yumilia had no idea what the two children were doing behind the scenes, but she had no choice but to believe them.

"I brought you a lemon cake!"

Ita walked into the ward with a smile, carrying a piece of cake in her hand.

"Uh... well, just put it here," Yumilia said helplessly. Ita sat on the edge of the bed, chatting with Yumilia with a smile, about everyday things, as if the dangerous incident the group had just experienced had never happened.

After chatting for a while, Yumilia wanted to rest, and Ita and Caesar also came out.

“Yes, Caesar, I brought you some investigation reports on this incident compiled by Muirna from higher-ups.” Ita handed him a document wrapped in a brown paper bag.

Caesar took it and casually asked, "Are you and Muirner getting along well now?"

“Who’s on good terms with her?” Ita muttered, but after a pause, added, “It’s not too bad, though.”

Caesar smiled faintly.
"Have you received any news from the Alliance Council?"

“Yes, they said everything is ready. Let’s go together next Tuesday,” Ita nodded.

During this time, Caesar has been taking care of Yumilia, and Ita has been handling the follow-up work of this incident.

Caesar touched Ita's cheek: "You've worked hard."

"Hehe," Ita blushed slightly and happily accepted the stroking.

The light before his eyes gradually faded, and Klorin once again stood inside this magnificent temple.

The only difference is that this time there is no towering throne and an imposing emperor, only a long bronze conference table.
And a group of attendees.

Although he had received the orders in advance, he was still incredibly nervous when he actually arrived here.

He had been secretly investigated beforehand, and only after that was he allowed to come here.
Seated at the head of the conference table was a black-haired boy.

He was unexpectedly young.

Caesar looked at him and said, "Mr. Clorin, please have a seat."

He pointed to a spot in the middle.

Klorin gave a brief greeting, quietly stepped forward and sat down, then began to observe the people attending the meeting.

These are all His Majesty the Emperor's family members.

To his surprise, there were quite a few remarkable people among them.

"The director of Fein Ecological Park, the sorcerer who decides the fate of the kingdom..."

"The head of the Frederick family, the last remaining pure-blooded dragon in the world."

"That male elf, could it be Williamson? The lieutenant general who defected from the Kingdom of Trinity?"

"But I've never seen the woman next to him before. Judging from her demeanor, she's no ordinary person."

"That old man must be the president of Feinheim Automotive Company; he's quite a remarkable person."

"besides."

His gaze shifted to the girl next to the black-haired boy.

"Sia Reentandin, a descendant of the Holy Yuan Emperor, the Imperial Princess whom the Kingdom of Fein currently highly regards, and the adopted daughter of Enled."

Klorin took a deep breath. Sure enough, those who could become the Holy Emperor's consorts were not ordinary people.

So, who is that black-haired boy in the main seat? Is he capable of taking on the role of the leader?

At this point, Caesar spoke.

"Everyone who is here today has one purpose: His Majesty Emperor Reantandin of the Eldaria Empire."

"Everyone here has close ties with His Majesty and is someone he absolutely trusts. From now on, we will form a whole, an organization, sharing intelligence and resources. Everyone here is one of us, so there is no need to be nervous or on guard."

With that, Caesar nodded to Clorin.

Clorin remained silent and simply returned his greeting.

“Then first, I will convey His Majesty’s sacred words to you all today,” Caesar tapped the table, his expression becoming even more serious:
"The world today is about to undergo tremendous changes, and we will be the promoters and accelerators of these changes."

These words made Clorin's heart clench. To become the protagonist in a world of change—wasn't that exactly what he had always dreamed of?
"His Majesty has given us an order, which is also a goal we will soon accomplish together."

"Yes, rebuild the Eldaria Empire?" Clorin couldn't help but ask.

But Caesar shook his head:
"The empire is a thing of the past, and history moves forward. Any attempt to restore the past will only result in being crushed by the wheels of history," he said in a deep voice.

"Eldaria, this is a word in the ancient Hermog language, meaning an immortal civilization, which is also Your Majesty's ultimate goal in establishing a unified empire."

"Six hundred years ago, His Majesty ushered in a new era with his sword, and now, he will lead us to usher in another new era, an era even more full of hope."

"From this day forward, we will shoulder a great mission: to fight for the future of all human civilization, for all life on earth, and to propel civilization to a whole new level."

"Therefore, we established this organization, and the organization's name is:"

Caesar glanced around the long conference table and said solemnly:
"Eli Civilization Liberation Front"

(End of this chapter)