Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 321 The Patriarch Must Make an Effort
The following afternoon, Frederick's car stopped in front of the mansion.

"I'm going home first. You should get some rest too."

Caesar touched Ita's face beside him and said.

"Um"

Ita blushed slightly and gave a soft "hmm." When Caesar was about to get out of the car, she quickly grabbed him.

"what happened?"

"that."

Ita blushed and asked, "Can I come over tonight?"

Caesar raised his hand and tapped her on the forehead.

"Can't you be a little more restrained?"

"Ugh," Ita said, rubbing her head, sounding a little aggrieved.

Seeing her adorable appearance, Caesar smiled and stepped forward to give her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Let's talk about it after we've rested," he said.

Ita's face lit up with excitement again, and he chuckled.
"Ok!"

After getting out of the car, he waved goodbye to Ita's car.

Caesar lowered his hand and sighed deeply.

"In the end, we still managed to take this step."

Although he initially only treated Ita as a junior, after so many years, such a girl has always been by his side, willing to do anything for him, and always expressing her purest love for him. Over time, it is impossible for him to say that he has no feelings for Ita beyond familial affection.

Last night, they decided to face their feelings squarely, and then the suppressed emotions burst forth, ultimately leading to a passionate union between them.

There are still some when I think about it.
Caesar coughed, then turned and walked into the mansion.

"Master."

Kardashian stepped forward and took his jacket.

“What about Yumilia?” he asked.

"In the garden."

Caesar arrived at the garden and saw from afar the gray-haired elf watering a cluster of flowers.

But something was off. Yumilia seemed a bit lost in thought, her body stiff, holding a watering can, the water almost drowning the flowers in the garden.

"Yumelia?" Caesar called out to him as he stepped forward.
"Huh? Ah?"

Yumilia was startled, turned her head, and saw Caesar.

"Caesar?"

Her eyes immediately lit up with panic, and she almost dropped the showerhead in her hand.

"What's wrong?" Caesar asked, amused.

He reached out and placed his hand on the little elf's smooth forehead.

Are you feeling unwell?

"No, no, Caesar, you're back. Um, have you eaten?" Yumilia stammered.

"You've already eaten, Yumilia, are you really alright?" Caesar looked at her suspiciously.
Yumilia was clearly acting strangely today, like a child who had done something wrong. Her face was flushed, her eyes were darting around, and she felt guilty but didn't know how to deal with it.

"I...I'm fine," Yumilia whispered.

"Um, you, you, oh right, Ita, is Ita alright?" she asked hurriedly.

"This... is alright." Thinking of Kira from last night, Caesar shifted his gaze.

Yumilia blinked her big eyes, looking at him with some confusion. Caesar coughed and said to Yumilia:
"Well, nothing else. I'll go back to my room to rest now. Yumilia, you worked hard yesterday organizing the banquet for me, so please get some rest too."

He turned to leave.

But upon hearing the word "yesterday," Yumilia seemed to sense something, and her face flushed even redder.

Just as Caesar was about to leave, she grabbed his clothes from behind.

“Yumeria?” Caesar turned around and looked at Yumilia, who had her head down and her lips tightly pressed together.

"Um... Caesar, what happened last night...it was Yumilia's fault. She drank too much and wasn't thinking clearly. That's why..."

Yumilia stammered, her explanation barely audible.

Caesar then realized what was happening, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

It turns out that after sobering up, he remembered everything that happened last night.

Yumilia lowered her head, her face flushed red as if it could drip water.

Last night, I actually did so many outrageous things!
They made him take off his clothes, they made him wash his body, and so on.
Finally, still in a daze, he uttered such shameless words! And then...
She pressed her lips together; the sensation of their contact last night still lingered on her lips, unforgettable.

I'm too ashamed to face him anymore.
Caesar knelt down beside Yumilia, took her hand in his, and kissed the back of her hand.

"I don't know what bad things you did last night, Yumilia. All I know is that you celebrated my coming-of-age ceremony for me yesterday. However, you did a few things last night that you couldn't control, but they were very cute."

"You really are something, Caesar!" Yumilia finally looked up at him.

Caesar smiled again.

"So, Yumilia, were you truly expressing your feelings last night?" he asked with a smile.

"Um... I..." Yumilia couldn't look the child in the eye again, but after hesitating for a long time, she finally answered:

"Isn't that right?"

Then he quickly shouted, "But! But that sentence, just that sentence! Caesar, don't take it seriously! Yumilia was just saying it!"

"Alright, alright, I understand." Caesar chuckled. "So, Yumilia is shy about this?" "Well, not exactly shy," Yumilia whispered.

"I'm just... a little embarrassed."

The sight of this beautiful woman deeply moved him. He reached out, grabbed her legs, and lifted Yumilia up in his arms.
"Hey, Caesar, quick, put Yumilia down! What are you doing now?!" Yumilia cried out.

She struggled a few times, but in the end she could only let him carry her into the house.

The Frederick family mansion.

After finishing her report for the day, Dalina breathed a sigh of relief; she could finally take a break.

Turning my head, I saw Ita lying on the sofa, swinging her legs back and forth, one hand supporting her chin, the other flipping through a book, humming a little tune, looking very engrossed in reading.

She didn't even notice when Dalina walked up to her.

"Master of the house."

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"Homeowner?"

Ita then came to his senses and turned to look at her.

"what?"

“All the reports for today are ready,” she said.

"Oh, then you should go and rest." Ita turned her head back.

Delina remained silent for a few seconds, then bowed slightly, curious to see what book had captivated her so much.

After watching for a while
"A guide to mothers and babies?!" Dalina exclaimed.

"You, you, you, why are you yelling so loudly!" Ita sat up abruptly, looking at Delina with embarrassment and anger.

"No, no, why are you looking at this?" Delina seemed to remember something, her eyes widening.

"You were with Master Caesar last night."

"Ugh, mind your own business. Humph." Ita snorted, then lay down again.

After a few seconds of silence, Delina grabbed Ita's arm and forcibly pulled her up, then reached out and touched her soft belly.

"What are you doing, really?" Ita complained, but still didn't stop her.

After Delina raised her hand, Ita looked at her expectantly again: "How was it?"

Delina shook her head.

"Oh"

Ita was somewhat disappointed, but then shrugged indifferently.

"It's only once, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, take it slow, there will always be more."

As she spoke, a happy smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Delina sighed.
“However, I still hope you can be more restrained in the future. You know, no, I should say you already have all of these needs,” Dalina said.

“I’m not like that kind of beast; I’m very rational,” Ita said.

"What do you mean by 'rational'?" Dalina asked. "I secretly washed the blankets for you."

"Delina! You...you promised you wouldn't mention that!" Ita pointed at her and said repeatedly.

"I'm just reminding you, patriarch, after all, this is no small matter; it concerns the entire family."

"I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen," Ita said, tilting her head back in a spoiled manner.

Delina looked at her, then turned her gaze away, and said as if casually, "I seem to know a dragon's body position that can increase the experience and the chances of getting pregnant."

"Hey? What is it? What is it? Tell me quickly, Delina!" Ita eagerly came closer and grabbed Delina's hand, asking.

“This posture requires considerable stamina, but it seems you, Master, lack it entirely,” said Dalina.

"Who said that! I am a dragon! A real dragon! How could I possibly lose my stamina!" Ita said confidently.

She pointed at Delina and said seriously:
"Delina! I command you to tell me right now how to be more comfortable... no, more efficient!"

Seeing her like this, Delina sighed helplessly and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

As it listened, Ita's face turned bright red.

"This, this is too shameful! To, to do that kind of thing? And to, and to hold it in for so long?" Ita stammered.

“This is only the first phase of the plan,” Dalina said calmly.

"The first stage?! Then, won't they become even more shameless after that?" Ita's face flushed, her heart raced, and she became even more excited without realizing it.

“Yes, if you can’t do it, then forget it. After all, it’s too difficult. If you only rely on instinct, you definitely won’t be able to finish it,” said Dalina.

Ita glared at her immediately: "Delina, have you ever done this before?!"

"If only I could have a boyfriend."

"Hmph, who says I can't do it? I'll show you! I'm going to find Caesar tomorrow!"

As she spoke, Ita's face flushed red, and her head slowly drooped.

That kind of thing, let alone doing it, I doubt even bringing it up with Caesar would be possible.

But seeing Dalina's disdainful look, she snorted and pouted.

"I'll go find Caesar tomorrow or the day after! I'll do exactly as you said! Hmph, just you wait, I'll definitely get pregnant soon and become a wonderful mother! Continuing the dragon bloodline!"

Ita, head held high, spoke with complete abandon.

(End of this chapter)