Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 51 The Royal Capital
"I'm so nervous. My heart is still pounding."

Leaving the academy building and walking on the tree-lined, cobblestone path, Yumilia pressed her chest and took deep breaths.

"I already told you this is just a formality. As long as there aren't any major problems, we'll definitely pass," Caesar said to her helplessly.

Before coming, he had learned that although the interview score also accounted for a large proportion of the overall score, the top ten in the entrance exam were basically guaranteed admission.

Although he tried to control his score during the entrance exam to avoid attracting too much attention, aiming for a top ten finish, second place was indeed a bit beyond his expectations.

"It truly lives up to its reputation as a prestigious school. I haven't heard any noise since I entered. Everyone is very polite when they meet, and even the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers."

Yumilia sighed as she looked at the elegant and unique European-style campus buildings.

“I feel so proud just thinking about Caesar going to school here.” She smiled slightly at Caesar.

"The thought of the tuition fees here makes me anything but happy," Caesar chuckled.

The tuition, extracurricular activity fees, and book fees for Saint Yaro Academy for a year are about 50,000 gold ronins, which is enough for a middle-class family to cover their expenses for almost a year.

Furthermore, the cost of living in the capital city is on a completely different level from that of a small rural town.

“It’s okay! I have a good job now and I can earn a lot of money! Caesar, don’t worry about that!” Yumilia said to him, clenching her fists and encouraging him.

After arriving in Alexstrasz, Yumilia quickly got a job as a breeder in the botanical garden, earning 800 gold ronds a week.

Because of the elves' innate affinity for nature, Yumilia does this job exceptionally well, and her salary will increase in the future.

Back in the village, Yumilia only received 700 gold ronin a month as a local elf subsidy. Although she can earn several times that amount now, due to inflation and the need to save for tuition, they still live a very tight life. They currently live in a two-bedroom apartment in the East District.

“Now we just need to wait for the results,” Yumilia clapped her hands happily and said to Caesar, “So, to celebrate in advance, how about we go to a restaurant for a good meal today?”

“There’s no need for that. We can just buy some groceries and cook at home,” Caesar said.

Yumilia's eyes lit up: "Caesar means you'd rather eat my cooking?"

"Yes, yes, I've been eating it for eleven years and I'm still not tired of it," Caesar said, shrugging.

"hey-hey."

Hearing this, Yumilia was overjoyed, like a little girl, and wanted to reach out and touch his head, but Caesar was now taller than her, so she took Caesar's hand instead.

They went to the market and bought ingredients they wouldn't normally buy, carrying large bags and small packages back home.

The apartment I currently live in is located on Baiyangshu Street in Dongcheng District. The surrounding environment is relatively clean, with little traffic and a quiet atmosphere. Most importantly, the rent is relatively cheap.

We arrived at the three-story apartment building with red brick walls.

At the entrance of the apartment building, they encountered a plump, bespectacled middle-aged woman, who was their neighbor, Mrs. Winnie.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Winnie," Caesar greeted her with a smile.

“Oh, Caesar, Yumilia,” the plump woman’s face immediately lit up with a smile.

How did your entrance interview go today?

"Thanks to you, everything went smoothly," Caesar said.

“That’s wonderful! I’ll benefit from it too,” Mrs. Winnie said with a broad smile.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they said their goodbyes and went into the apartment building.

The Caesar of today is no longer the prickly boy he was as a child, always looking annoyed with everyone. He has become a gentle, easy-going young man who is kind to everyone.

Although it sounds strange, he felt like he had gone through another process of becoming sensible.

After experiencing this state, he looked back on his childhood experiences and found it quite strange. It was as if he had been reborn and had already learned the principles of life, but he still had the stubbornness and obstinacy of a child during his childhood, something he had never noticed before.

This is probably an innate human trait etched into our DNA; even if he were resurrected once, he couldn't escape it.

Before going upstairs, he took the newspaper that had just been delivered that morning from the mailbox at the building entrance, tucked it under his arm, and went upstairs.

The room wasn't large, only about 60 square meters, but it was very tidy and made especially cozy by Yumilia. The mahogany floor was shiny and smooth, covered with a plain-colored carpet, and there were many ornaments and paintings on the walls. There were also many lush green potted plants on the balcony.

Most importantly, there are dedicated hot water pipes here, making showering very convenient.

I've been living here for over a month now, and I'm pretty much used to it.

Back home, Yumilia first changed out of her complicated, mature outfit, then went to the bathroom to wash off her makeup, before putting on an apron and getting busy in the kitchen.
Caesar came in to help, but she pushed him away.

"Alright, Caesar has been working hard enough studying, now he just needs to rest," Yumilia said, holding up one finger. Fine, Caesar went to the sofa in the living room and picked up the newspaper he'd been reading.

He subscribed to the Champagne Evening Post. Although the name sounded like a decadent, upper-class newspaper with lots of luxury goods ads, he was surprised to find that the content was surprisingly objective, and consisted of commentary on current affairs and various events from different countries.

When I opened the newspaper today, my eyes were immediately drawn to the photo that occupied the entire front page.

"55 dead, 76 injured! Missile attack on Creek Town, Kingdom of Oran!"

On the morning of August 20th, the Red Brick Church in Stream Town, a border city of the Kingdom of Oran, was attacked by the Kingdom of Fein's latest type of magical missile, "Justice." The attack resulted in 55 deaths and 76 injuries, and the complete destruction of the church and more than 8 surrounding buildings. Among the dead were 24 children. Enled Marshall, the Prime Minister and Secretary-General of the Cabinet Committee of the Kingdom of Fein, stated that the attack was aimed at eliminating Uriel Vic, one of the leaders of the extremist group "Freedom Front," who was hiding inside the church, but this claim has not yet been confirmed.

Caesar scanned the contents of the newspaper, his gaze gradually lowering.

"Caesar."

It wasn't until Yumilia called his name that he snapped out of his daze and realized the newspaper was crumpled in his hands.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I was asking if you'd like apple pie or beef pie?" Yumilia winked at him.

"Anything is fine," Caesar replied.

But Yumilia was still looking at him:
"Is something wrong? You don't seem to be feeling well."

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night, and I'm feeling a bit sleepy now that it's noon," Caesar said with a smile.

"Then go and rest while we eat!" Yumilia said. "I'll cook quickly, and we can eat right away!"

"Hmm." Caesar put down the newspaper and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Today's lunch was very plentiful: pan-fried lamb chops with scallions, beef brisket with tomatoes, creamy mushroom chicken, and apple pie.
However, most of the meat was for Caesar, while Yumilia always had a vegetable salad and a few desserts in front of her.

As an elf, she didn't eat much meat, but for Caesar's sake, who was still growing, she learned many ways to cook meat.

Sitting opposite Caesar, she savored a small piece of lemon cake with a spoon, her eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, her toes swinging happily under the table.

After a pleasant lunch, Caesar, full and satisfied, was ushered into his room by Yumilia to rest.

Caesar closed the door and drew the curtains before lying down on the bed.

The imperial seal on his left hand glowed slightly, the small room collapsed, and the magnificent Formless Heavenly Domain rose and formed around him. A moment later, he sat on the high throne.

Unlike before, the throne is now surrounded by a ring of white mist, like a barrier that unilaterally blocks the view from the outside.

This is because his magical power has increased over the years, making his presence in the Realm of No Form increasingly strong. Even if he hides behind the throne, he will be discovered, so he simply hides the throne.

He raised his hand, pulling at the phantom below, but not Peyton's, but the one behind him, Galicia's phantom.

A minute later, the phantom flickered and solidified, and a tall, stern-faced man in his forties with stubble appeared below the palace. He was dressed in a black high-ranking military uniform, wearing a wide-brimmed military cap and dark brown armbands.

"Your humble servant greets His Majesty."

The man knelt down in worship, his voice low and deep, but his words were exceptionally clear.

"Clorin Galicia"

Caesar leaned back on his throne, gazing at the figures below, his tone unusually cold as he spoke.

"Where is the person I want?"

Klorin knelt on one knee, head bowed, eyes closed, and remained silent.

"I'm asking you something."

An invisible pressure enveloped him, and Caesar's tone grew even colder:

"Are you mute?"

Klorin, who was kneeling, suddenly stumbled and lowered her head even further.

"Your Majesty Uriel, we have lost contact with the lamplighter and his companion, but we cannot confirm that he is truly dead."

Klorin endured the oppressive aura and kept his tone steady, but his voice still trembled slightly.

Chapter 52 has been rewritten and revised; a new chapter will be added tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)