Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 45 The True Nature of Emperors
Inside the guesthouse, Yumilia was waiting anxiously.

"It's so late, why haven't Caesar and Itha returned yet?"

She stood on the balcony, gazing at the quiet night outside, her hands unconsciously gripping the railing tightly.

What if, just in case?

She quickly shook her head.

"No, Caesar is such a smart kid, he'll be fine."

Feeling restless, she left the guesthouse, wanting to go out and see what was going on.

But as soon as they got outside, they heard shouts:
"Everyone back inside! Don't go out! There's been an emergency on the beach! The police are on their way. I'm telling you again! Everyone stay home! Don't go out!"

Yumilia felt her heart suddenly stop, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Caesar Itah"

Her pupils trembled, and without much thought, she immediately ran into the silent night.

"Tear him apart!"

With a howl from Fuslian, dozens of wolf-like aliens shrieked and pounced on Caesar.

"Defense."

Caesar waved his hand, and two heavily armored knights sheathed their greatswords, raised their shields, and slammed them into the ground. An invisible barrier formed in front of them, and the aliens that charged at them were bounced back as if they had hit an impenetrable wall.

Caesar raised a hand directly above them, and dozens of halos of light unfolded, condensing into sharp blades within seconds. They descended from the sky, striking the assembled aliens with a sharp clang, splattering dark green blood everywhere.

He raised his hand again, and all the weapons that had just fallen were pulled from the sand, blades facing outwards, and began to spin around him like sharp teeth. The aliens that pounced from all sides were all cut down, and the surrounding area was piled with severed limbs.

"Can you still vomit?" Caesar asked coldly, staring at Fuslian.

The two heavily armored knights sheathed their shields, ending their defensive stance, and drew their greatswords once more.

At the same time, the weapons surrounding Caesar stopped rotating, all pointing their blades directly at Fuslian.

The sword shot out, striking the scales of Fuslian with a clanging sound like the forging of iron, sparks flying, forcing the opponent to raise his arm to protect his vitals.

At the same time, the heavily armored knight's body flew out at lightning speed, and his longsword slashed towards Fuslian once again.

Fuslian let out a roar, spread his wings, twisted his body and swung his thick snake tail at one of the heavily armored knights. After repelling the knight, he tried to take flight with his wings, but at that moment another heavily armored knight grabbed his tail and swung his heavy sword from bottom to top, instantly cutting a deep wound in the soft area from Fuslian's thigh to his abdomen.

But that wasn't the end of it. Another heavily armored knight stepped forward and thrust his longsword into his chest.

But at that moment, Fuslian twisted his body and broke off his tail, forcibly breaking free of his restraints and leaping into the air, leaving the heavily armored knight with only a thick, intact tail in his hand.

Is he a snake or a lizard?

A spear materialized and shot towards the fleeing Fuslian.

Bang.

With a muffled thud, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared behind Fuslian, swallowing the flying spear whole.

"Hehehe~ Fuslian, you didn't listen to me and insisted on coming alone. Now you've messed things up, haven't you? Now I have to clean up your mess."

A hoarse laugh rang out from the sky, and a blurry figure appeared in the black mist. The black mist gathered beneath her, coalescing into the shape of a cloud that supported her body.

She was an obese woman dressed in a brightly colored noblewoman's robe and a round hat, with a black veil hanging from the brim, vaguely obscuring her heavily made-up, plump face.

Looking disheveled and floating in the air, Fuslian saw the newcomer. His snake-like face twisted, and he forced out a sound through clenched teeth:

"Hafal, this is none of your business."

"You've almost been beaten to death and you're still trying to act tough! If it weren't for Mrs. Annie wanting you, I wouldn't care whether you live or die!" The fat woman named Hafa lay on the dark cloud and shouted at Hafa.

"You still think you're some big shot, doing whatever you want? Don't think that just because Holonid is dead you're safe from all the trouble. Let me tell you, if you dare to do this kind of thing behind Madam's back again, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"

Faced with the fat woman's humiliation, Frisian simply kept a gloomy face and remained silent.

Caesar's face also darkened.

Even after all that physical abuse, Furslian only reached a slightly higher level than a hero, but this seemingly obese and shrewish woman...

It actually possesses a level of magic power comparable to that of a hero.

In this world where magic is depleted, a hero-level mage is already beyond imagination.

From her speech just now, one can roughly guess that she is a confidante of that Mrs. Anne-Oni, and probably one of the core members of the Frederick family.

To ensure Ita's death, they have deployed their core forces.

"If you want to stay in the family, you'd better behave yourself from now on, so I don't have to waste time dealing with you later." The fat woman named Hafa sneered, then turned her gaze to Caesar, her fat face puffed up as she smiled at him.

"Oh my, oh my, I've lived all these years and never seen such a wonderful little boy before. He's handsome and can fight too." She covered her mouth with her large, pig-trotter-like hand, giggling.

"You must be an orphan from some family, right? It must be so hard for you to be all alone out there. How about becoming my pet? I promise you'll have whatever you want, and you'll enjoy my love anytime~"

"Are you choking on your own fat, you fat pig?"

"Oops~"

Hafa, who had been scolded, became even more excited, clutching his chest and blushing.

"I love you just the way you are; you're so exhilarating when you're having fun!"

With a roar, the black mist beneath her instantly condensed into a massive tentacle, which lashed out at Caesar.

Two heavily armored knights raised their shields to block in front of him. The tentacle that was about to strike exploded with a bang, turning into a thick mist, but then instantly condensed and transformed into a huge mouth, which bit down on Caesar.

Golden sword blades fell around him, shattering the black mist like a rain of swords.

Just after shattering the black mist, Fuslian's tall figure suddenly pounced again. At this moment, his wounds had healed completely, and even his tail had grown back.

He flicked his tail and swung it down from the sky toward Caesar.

"Tsk."

Caesar concentrated his weapon to parry Fuslian's heavy blow; sparks flew as the scales clashed against the blade.
Fuslian was parried and suffered several more cuts, but the impact also allowed Caesar to grab Ita and take a few steps back to regain his footing.

"Fools, get out here now!" Hafa roared from the sky.
Fuslian snorted coldly and leaped backward.

Just then, the black mist suddenly spread out, instantly enveloping a large area. Visibility instantly dropped to zero, and Caesar could only rely on his command to ascertain the surrounding situation.

The black mist then began to swirl and roar around him, forming a violent storm.

Amidst the storm, groans of evil spirits howled and attacked him from all directions.

The heavily armored knights deployed a defensive formation to withstand the attacks of the storm and the ghasts.

"Is he a magician?"

Caesar had realized that the fat woman was a magician, and the black mist was her familiar.

This demon is an evil spirit formed from countless resentments.

He recalled encounters with beings similar to familiars in the past. They used dark magic to feed their familiars by devouring life force, thus increasing their strength. The depth of the resentment contained in this black mist was such that it would take countless lives to reach this level.

The heavily armored knight and his sword blocked the invasion of the black mist, but his magic power was being consumed rapidly.

Outside the black mist, Hafa hummed to herself, leisurely manipulating the mist. Beside her, the wound that Fuslian had just suffered had completely healed.

“Hey, Hafa, that’s enough,” he said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid you'll break them and your great experiment won't be able to happen?" Hafa chuckled.

Fuslian remained silent with a cold expression.

“I’m not like you. Watching them struggle inside, then slowly being tortured beyond recognition, dying bit by bit, that’s the most wonderful scene. Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement.” Hafa took a deep breath, his whole face turning a liverish color with excitement.

“What a waste.” Fuslian sighed as he looked at the storm with a pained expression.

At the heart of the black mist storm, Caesar could already feel the depletion of his magical power, and the heavily armored knights' defense was about to crumble.

Breaking out is almost impossible now.

He lowered his eyes, patted Ita's head, and the magic stimulated her to slowly wake up.

"Brother?" Ita opened her eyes, looking weakly at Caesar in front of her.

Then they noticed the black fog storm surrounding them.

"We are..."

Caesar raised a finger, signaling her not to speak yet.

"You should still be able to transform into a dragon, right?" Caesar said.

Although Ita had been unconscious, she had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on. She pursed her lips and nodded.

“I will tear open a rift in a moment. You will transform into a dragon and rush out as fast as you can. Don’t look back. Get as far away from here as possible,” Caesar said.

"Then, brother, you..."

"I'll cover the rear."

“I can take my brother with me! I’m huge when I turn into a dragon! My brother can sit on me, and we can walk together!” Ita said quickly.

“No, listen to me,” Caesar said.
Then he smiled faintly, raised three fingers, and tapped Ita's forehead.

"I promised to protect you."

Outside the black mist, Hafa's expression suddenly changed. She saw a golden light flash by within the black mist, tearing open a gap in it in an instant. The next moment, a black figure burst out of the gap and shot straight into the sky.

It was a dragon the size of a horse, its black scales shimmering in the moonlight.

Hafa and Fuslian were both stunned for a moment before they realized that it was actually Ita who had transformed into a dragon and fled!

"You little beast, you think you can run away?!"

Hafa's expression twisted as he waved his fat hand, sending a cloud of black mist flying out like an arrow, chasing after Ita.

"good chance!"

Fuslian's eyes lit up, and he immediately wanted to chase after it and grab Ita first.

But at that moment, he felt an unprecedented pressure.

Not only him, but Hafa also suddenly had this feeling, as if the surrounding air was rapidly solidifying, pressing down on them, making it difficult to even breathe.

"Fa, what happened?"

Hafa looked at the black mist with suspicion. The golden light had just flashed briefly and then completely disappeared, like the last flicker of a burnt-out candle.

But where does this sense of oppression come from?
Caesar, his eyes closed, stood amidst the black mist. A rich golden aura was gathering around him, and the imperial seal on the back of his left hand shone brighter than ever before, as if it had broken through some kind of barrier.

When he was creating the imperial seal, he also imprinted a wisp of his own divine consciousness into it, intending it to act as a guardian and prevent future generations from abusing their power.

Now, he extracted this wisp of divine consciousness and bestowed it upon himself.

The influx of divine consciousness was rapidly transforming his body. His youthful form was growing at an astounding pace, a suit of imperial armor forming over his entire body, and his black hair was growing wildly, becoming as unruly as a lion's mane.
A chilling aura emanated from his body, and both evil spirits and black mist melted away like snow the moment they came into contact with him.

"How...how could this be? My hand."

Hafa watched as his hands withered at a visible rate, the skin peeling off in patches.

Something is rapidly eroding her familiar, to the point that it is affecting the host as well.

Magnificent beams of light pierced through the black mist, cutting it to pieces like sharp blades.

Hafa immediately tried to retrieve the black mist, but it was too late. The black mist let out an extremely tragic howl, and then exploded with a bang.
Hafa's expression twitched, and blood spurted from her mouth, nose, and even eyes.

"That, that's..." Fuslian stared incredulously at the figure that emerged from the dissipating black mist.
He was a man who seemed like a god descended to earth, tall and with resolute and handsome features, deep black eyes, and a weathered yet imposing presence.

Her long black hair flowed wildly, and she wore a suit of dark iron armor. The scarlet cloak behind her seemed to be burning, making a hollow sound.
He slowly took a step forward, and in an instant, his body appeared above the two of them, looking down at them with an air of superiority.

It was an aura of absolute control, an aura of majesty that permeated the air as if demanding the world's submission.

Fuslian and Hafa were both stunned. Although they had never actually seen the emperor in history, the moment they saw this man, only one name came to mind, and they linked that name with that figure.

"Rean Tempest".

(End of this chapter)