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Chapter 46 The Kiss of the Elf
Ita fell to the ground, and her body reverted to human form.
She struggled to her feet. She only knew that she had to leave that place quickly, but she didn't know where she was. She could only see houses not far away with lights on.

"I need to find someone and go back to save Caesar." She got up, clutching her stinging arm, and walked forward little by little.

But suddenly she saw two figures in black coats appear from around the corner, both of them pulling out pistols from their coats and raising their guns at her.

Ita's pupils contracted, but then the two men in black coats froze, fell to the ground, and blood gushed from two deep wounds on their backs.

Ita looked up and saw an elderly man in a butler's uniform, with white hair and beard, but a robust physique.
He also possessed a pair of golden vertical pupils, and on his head grew a pair of protruding dragon horns.

Ita looked at him, and before she could speak, she saw the old man slowly kneel down and whisper to her:
"You are safe now, Master."

"Am I fucking dreaming? How could this be?"

Fuslian felt his mind go blank. He couldn't fathom why that historical emperor would be here. The only thing he was certain of was:

"Run, or you'll be dead."

Its wings suddenly unfurled, and it soared into the sky before Hafa could catch up.

Rean's gaze locked onto him.
"I say, kneel down!"

With a low growl, it was as if Fuslian's body had been crushed by a ten-thousand-ton weight. Blood spurted from his mouth, and his body crashed onto the beach with a loud thud.

Several beams of light appeared around him, transforming into four knights even more imposing than before. They simultaneously raised their greatswords and thrust them towards Fuslian's body.
Fuslian's desperate screams lasted only two seconds before falling completely silent.

Hafa's face turned deathly pale as he looked up at Rean again, his heart feeling as if it were about to stop.

The instinct to survive ignited, and her gaze hardened again. She used the force of almost biting off her tongue to clear her mind. The black mist re-condensed around her body, expanding dozens of times, and countless vengeful spirits surged out from it, howling and wailing, gathering towards Rean like a tsunami.

Golden halos lit up behind him, and tens of thousands of weapons and blades instantly condensed behind him, filling the night sky like golden starlight.

Rean slowly raised his hand, then slashed downwards, and tens of thousands of sword blades shot out, instantly disintegrating the vengeful spirits that surged toward him like a tsunami, and they vanished with a bang.

A cloud of black mist enveloped Hafa, leaving a trail in the air as it carried her away from here.

"What a joke! I don't want to die here!" she howled, like a final lament at the end of her life.

Rean slowly raised his hand in the direction she was flying, then clenched it tightly.

Her flying body suddenly stopped, as if it had been firmly gripped by an invisible hand, and she was suspended in mid-air.

"Uh uh uh"

The fat on her face was squeezed together, and under the extreme wire work, her body swelled up, like a balloon being inflated to its maximum size, and then bursting open with a bang.

Countless vengeful spirits gushed out the instant her body shattered, and after letting out their final screams, they slowly dissipated into the night like the trail of fireworks.

Caesar slowly landed on the ground, his body returning to normal, and the part belonging to Rean returning to the Imperial Seal.

He turned back into a child.

Click.

The thick night seemed to have shattered, and the invisible barrier dissipated.

Upon his arrival, he didn't forget to cover the area with a barrier to prevent anyone from seeing his true face.

Only when the barrier shattered did he realize that a ray of sunrise was bursting forth from the sea.

He looked at the imperial seal on the back of his hand, and his composure had returned, leaving only a faint mark on the back of his hand, like a birthmark.

"Ha, did I get saved by my past self?"

He chuckled.

But then, he felt a wave of dizziness, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and warm liquid welled up in his nose.

Blood dripped onto the beach. He tried to cover his mouth and nose, but he couldn't stop it.

He knelt on the sand, his heart pounding as if it might stop at any moment.

His life force was rapidly fading away. With his current young body, he was simply unable to withstand the intensity of his past divine consciousness. He had only managed to hold on until the end thanks to the power of the Emperor's Seal, which also caused his body to collapse instantly afterward.

He understood from the beginning that using his divine sense was no different from suicide; he was risking his life to protect Ita's escape.

"Heh, Leogard, I've saved you. Ha! Haha, you never expected you'd owe me such a huge favor after you died."

His lips twitched as he smiled, but then he suddenly couldn't hold back and spat out blood.

His vision blurred, his body went limp, and he collapsed onto the sand, breathing weakly, his eyelids drooping, his consciousness fading.

In the darkness, he seemed to see a figure appear before him, a figure with long, flowing hair.

"Gracesa, is that you?" A muffled sound came from her throat.

But the figure in front of him was calling his name loudly.

"Caesar!"

Yumilia's pupils trembled, her face deathly pale. She finally found Caesar on the beach, only to find him collapsed there, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, the blood almost staining the sand beneath him red, his life force flickering like a candle flame about to be extinguished.

"No...no, no, why is this happening?" Her voice trembled.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have disbelieved you, I was so wrong. Please, please don't. Please don't."

Tears streamed down her smooth cheeks like a broken string, dripping onto Caesar's pale face.

This reminded her of something, and she immediately searched her body. She pulled out a fruit knife from her waist pocket, which she had left over from peeling fruit that afternoon. She never expected it to come in handy.

Without hesitation, she slashed her wrist, and drops of blood immediately seeped from the wound, falling onto Caesar's lips.

The blood of the elves possesses extraordinary regenerative abilities, and with the infusion of this blood, Caesar's life seemed to be slowing down.

But this still couldn't offset the rapidly passing of life. Even though Yumilia kept deepening the wound, causing more blood to flow into Caesar's body, she still couldn't stop it.

The light in her eyes dimmed, and as she looked at Caesar, the world seemed to turn gray.

She opened her lips and said softly:
"I won't let anything happen to you. I said I would protect Caesar and help him grow up well."

She cupped Caesar's face in her hands, slowly lowered her head, and kissed his pale lips.

The Kiss of the Fairies.

This is an ability unique to elves and royalty. It has only one effect: transferring one's life force to another person. As long as the other person is not directly dead, they can be brought back to life through this transfer.

This is a forbidden technique of the Elven race, because it would cause irreparable damage to the Elf himself.

But it is also a power that can directly override death.

A surge of life force flooded into Caesar's body, actually counteracting his dwindling life force.
His complexion regained its rosy hue, his breathing began to return to normal, and the elf's life force was rapidly repairing his shattered body.

After a full several tens of minutes of transmission, Caesar frowned and slightly opened his eyes.

"Well"

He opened his eyes, and as soon as he regained consciousness, he was shocked to find himself in his current situation. His newly regained consciousness then abruptly ceased.
Meanwhile, Yumilia was still channeling life force into him, completely unaware of Caesar's awakening.

It wasn't until Caesar stiffly reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and propped her up, that she sat up abruptly.

The gentle touch still lingered on his lips. He stared at Yumilia in complete bewilderment, his voice trembling:

"You, you, you, you."

Before he could say anything more, Yumilia suddenly rushed forward and hugged him tightly, bursting into tears as she comforted him between sobs:
"It's alright, it's alright, Caesar, don't be afraid, I'm here, it's all right now."

Caesar sensed the emotions emanating from the petite body that was tightly embracing him. Yumilia kept repeating the same phrase, her hands gripping his clothes tightly, as if letting go would cause him to leave again.

Caesar paused, then raised his hand and gently embraced her.

(End of this chapter)