Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 58 New Life Ceremony
September 15th is the start of the school year at St. Yaro Academy, and also the annual welcome party for new students, which requires the attendance of the students' guardians.

Yumilia got up very early, dressed up nicely, put on the most luxurious clothes in her wardrobe, and kept tidying up her long hair. She was extremely nervous early in the morning.

"I should have booked an appointment at a beauty salon, and I also needed to get my hair done. Oh no, I bought this handbag on sale; I should have gotten a new one."

She kept muttering to herself, sometimes picking out a hat to examine it closely, sometimes pulling out a bow tie to hold up her chest.

Seeing her struggling like this, Caesar, who was tying his tie, said helplessly:

"You don't need to be so nervous. Just standing there is impressive enough."

An elf, a beautiful and adorable elf, what could be more dazzling?
“I also want to save face for Caesar,” Yumilia said as she chose a bow tie.

She then noticed Caesar's school uniform tie, quickly went over, stood on tiptoe, and helped him take it off and rearrange it.

"That's not how you tie a tie. You need to tuck it in like this."

After she finished, she took a step back, looked at Caesar wearing the Saint-Yaluo school uniform, and smiled knowingly.

"I'm so proud to see Caesar so handsome."

"It's just going to school," Caesar said with a helpless smile.

It took me more than an hour to get ready before I finally left home at nine o'clock to catch the public tram two blocks away.

"Phew, finally made it."

After getting out of the car, Yumilia covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

The welcome party for new students begins at 10:00 AM, followed by a luncheon after a series of preparatory ceremonies.

The academy is no longer the peaceful and serene place it was when I last visited. All sorts of luxury cars are parked outside the school gate, and butlers escort spirited young masters and ladies into the academy.

Although St. Yaro Academy is an elite academy, not a noble academy, becoming an elite usually requires financial support.

Upon seeing this scene, Yumilia, who had come by public transportation, unconsciously became nervous again and tidied the strands of hair that were hanging down to the corners of her eyes.

At that moment, Caesar took her small hand, smiled faintly at her,
"There are so many people," Yumilia said with a forced smile.

"Let's hurry, it should be starting soon,"

Caesar took her hand and led her into the academy with the other wealthy young men.

Many people glanced at them along the way, as this kind of combination was quite rare.

Caesar's gaze kept searching through the crowd for the figure he had seen in the newspaper before.

The search is for that, theoretically speaking, his descendant, the last princess of the empire, Shia Reentandin.

This princess is now his top priority.

Caesar now needs to do everything possible to get to the royal court ruins as soon as possible, where Greta and the divine relics await him.

However, to break through the blockade of the Royal Court's magical turbulence, one must possess the strength of a Great Hero. The fastest way to do this is to obtain the Crown of the King.

Combining the status of the King's Crown with the Imperial Seal is the fastest way he can think of to reach the level of a Great Hero.

Therefore, getting close to the princess is a must!
Yumilia had no idea what her child was thinking. Being led by the hand by Caesar in public made her a little embarrassed, and she followed behind him with a blush and small steps.

Inside the hall, the banquet hadn't started yet, but many parents had already gathered around with their children, each holding a glass of champagne, chatting and laughing.

Most of the children who can attend school here are the children of social elites such as bankers, politicians, and business owners, so these students will also become politicians, bankers, and business owners in the future.

Therefore, this place is not only an academy, but also one of the most important social venues for high-level gatherings in the capital.

Connections and intelligence were all gathered here. Caesar's gaze shifted left and right, and he spotted several familiar figures in the crowd.

Some of them were people he frequently saw in the newspapers, while others were people he learned about from intelligence reports given to him by Klorin—high-ranking officials in the Kingdom of Fein.

For example, there's the middle-aged Mediterranean man in a dark blue suit, leaning against a long table, holding a glass of champagne: McCormick Moore.

He was the Finance Minister of Fein, a powerful figure who could influence the entire financial world of Fein with a single word.

And then there's the long-faced man sitting in the first row of the tiered seating, with a stern expression and wearing a dark black vest—Kent Warrens, the acting executive secretary of the Finn Military Council, who holds military intelligence that influences the entire world.

Seeing how serious he was, while his daughter sitting next to him was holding a small makeup box and using an eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows, Kent kept his brows slightly furrowed, glancing sideways at his daughter, but remained silent.

There's also an ordinary-looking middle-aged man standing in the corner, helping his child with a cake. His official position is a junior employee in the Kingdom's Propaganda Department, but he's actually a liaison officer for the Finn Foreign Intelligence Agency. Every piece of classified intelligence he handles daily affects the world's situation.

This place is practically overflowing with connections; if you can build good relationships with half the students in your class, you'll probably be able to do whatever you want in Fein.

He led the nervous Yumilia to the lecture area and found a seat on the edge of the tiered seating.

"Okay, I'm so nervous. Do we have to go up on stage later, Caesar?" Yumilia said, her voice trembling.

“We’ll be on stage, then the principal will give a speech, followed by the class assignments. If parents have time, they can go to the auditorium outside to chat with other parents. If not, you can just leave,” Caesar reassured her.

"What if someone mistakes me for a student here? Should I prepare something?" Yumilia asked again.

"How could that be, Mom?" Caesar had barely uttered the words when he realized it was indeed possible.
With Yumilia's appearance, she could easily blend in with the students if she wore a school uniform.

“Since you’re not wearing a school uniform, you’ll just be seen as one of the older sisters or other family members,” Caesar said.
"Okay, don't be nervous. I'll get you something to eat. Eating something sweet will make you feel less nervous." He pointed to the auditorium outside, where a long table was covered with European-style pastries.

Yumilia nodded repeatedly.

Caesar went to the auditorium, brought back a small tray, and while picking up pastries from the table, he observed his surroundings.

We still haven't seen the princess. Is it because of her special status that she's not participating in the welcome party?

Just as he was picking up his third macaron, a figure suddenly moved up to him.

"Ahem," the other person coughed lightly beside him.

Caesar turned to look at him. He was a boy with short blond hair and a fairly handsome face, but there was a sense of thievery in his eyes.

"Hello."

Although he had never met him before, Caesar still greeted him with a polite smile.

“I can tell you’re different from everyone else here,” the blond boy said in a low voice.

"Hmm?" Caesar winked at him in confusion.

The other person sighed and said to a cream cupcake on the table, "This place is supposed to be a children's academy, a place where we learn knowledge, but now it has become a social arena for adults, filled with the stench of money, greed, and self-interest."

Caesar paused for a moment, then inexplicably felt it was best not to provoke him, so he smiled and said, "Excuse me, I have to go now."

He picked up the tray and left.

Suddenly, the other person grabbed him.

"You came to this academy because of that princess, right?"

[Sorry everyone, I was supposed to post the third update, but something came up tonight and I couldn't finish writing. I'll make up for it tomorrow. Sorry.]

(End of this chapter)