Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 59 The Pinnacle of Power

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

The other party suddenly said that.

Caesar's expression changed briefly, then he said calmly, "You may have misunderstood something."

"Heh. You can't fool me." The blond boy shook his head.

"You ranked second on this year's entrance exam, but your family background is just average. If a talented person from a poor family like you wants to stand out, all you can do is curry favor with those high-ranking officials and nobles. So, that princess who is both the adopted daughter of the kingdom's prime minister and has the bloodline of an ancient empire, and who holds a high position and great power, is your target, isn't she?"

After saying that, he winked at Caesar.

Caesar understood why this person had come to him; the other party had clearly figured out his background.

Power struggles were brewing within the academy, and students like him, without connections but with outstanding academic performance, became targets for recruitment by certain factions.

Talented individuals from humble backgrounds like this can become useful and loyal tools simply by offering them benefits and goodwill.

Guessing which side he might represent, she looked at him and asked, "So..."

The blond boy smiled slightly and pulled a small, white-covered booklet from his pocket. The long, printed title on the cover read:

The Secrets of Human Nature: Become a Social Butterfly in 30 Days

The blond boy pushed the booklet in front of him, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and chuckled as he said:

"Therefore, you should learn how to survive in this academy that reeks of power and money. My book provides comprehensive guidance, covering social etiquette, appropriate language, and even an analysis of human nature. If you read three pages a day, I guarantee that within a month you will become a social expert in this turbulent academy, able to navigate with ease!"

He held up five fingers to Caesar: "For just five gold coins, this legendary cipher is yours. And for another five gold coins, I can take you to climb over the walls of Princess Sia's residence to make the best first impression on the princess. How about it?"

Caesar smiled politely at the blond boy holding a book and looking at him expectantly, then turned and walked away.

"Hey, hey, don't go! If you think it's too expensive, I'll give you a discount. How about three gold pieces? Or two?"

Ignoring his shouts from behind, Caesar pretended not to hear and returned to the lecture area with the snacks, sitting down next to Yumilia.

"Why did it take you so long, Caesar?" Yumilia picked up a pink macaron, took a bite, and asked.

"Nothing much, just wandered around a bit." Caesar shrugged.

Yumilia responded with an "oh," and focused on eating the snacks Caesar had brought, appearing less nervous.

However, Caesar was a little nervous after sitting down. As expected of a top university, it truly produces a wealth of talented people.

Just then, a commotion came from the auditorium. Caesar looked over and saw two teams of bodyguards in black uniforms quickly walk in and stand on either side of the auditorium door. Then, two figures walked gracefully in from outside the auditorium.

A tall, elegant lady, accompanied by a girl in a school uniform with long, dark blue hair, dignified appearance, and delicate features, walked gracefully into the auditorium.

Soon, all eyes were on them.

"Lady Manslivy! Your Highness, Princess Shia! Good afternoon, it's been a long time!"

A tall, middle-aged man with a goatee was the first to greet them with a smile, bowing to them.

"Minister Richard, good afternoon." The elegant and graceful lady smiled slightly at him and nodded in greeting.

The exquisitely beautiful girl, who resembled a porcelain doll, maintained a dignified demeanor throughout, merely nodding to the other party.

The man with the goatee was the Kingdom's Minister of Energy, and in this situation, he was indeed the only one qualified to step forward and offer greetings first.

Before him stood Manslivie Karendal Marshall, daughter of the hereditary noble Karendal family of Fein and wife of the kingdom's prime minister Enled Marshall; and Sia Reentandin, the prime minister's adopted daughter and the last princess with the blood of the ancient empire's Reentandin lineage.

Today, the Ungol faction, represented by Enrede, almost completely controls the kingdom, and as members of his family, these two also stand at the top of the power pyramid.

Even the Minister of Energy looked like a servant carrying a bag next to Manslive.

“I’m so sorry that Enled couldn’t come to meet you today because he went to inspect the mines,” Manslivi said softly.

“Not at all, I almost couldn’t make it because of work,” Richard said.
"I haven't had a chance to thank you since the Tulip Rally. If it weren't for Karendelle's help, the rally might not have gone so smoothly, and we would have had a headache for quite some time."

"You flatter me, Minister Richard. Karendelle was merely a facilitator. The Tulip Festival's success was due to the Kingdom's influence," Manslivie said softly, a faint smile on her face.

“Of course, a kingdom is like a ship. If the helmsman doesn’t put in the effort, even the best ship will lose its way, won’t it?” Richard chuckled flatteringly.

Then he turned his gaze to Sia.

"Your Highness is still so dazzling. Congratulations on your enrollment in St. Yaro Academy and your achievement of first place in the overall ranking. My daughter is still lacking in her studies, and I hope you will take good care of her in the future."

He squinted and smiled, pulling his somewhat timid daughter over as he spoke.

Sia's gaze fell upon her; within those beautiful eyes was a golden ring, a mark of the forged crown.

The effect of the crown made those eyes, no matter how beautiful, give the viewer an invisible pressure that hangs over their head.

"Of course, as long as she doesn't hold me back," Xia said calmly.

These words made the other woman's daughter blush, but Richard still smiled and jokingly said to her:

"Did you hear that, Celia? Stay by Her Highness's side and don't cause her any trouble."

His wife beside him chuckled awkwardly, while Manslivy maintained a detached smile throughout.

"I've finally met him!"

Caesar gazed at the pretty, petite figure and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Even though they were so far apart, he could still sense the aura emanating from that petite figure, an aura that shared the same origin as the Emperor's Seal.

The imperial relic, the Crown of the King, was now less than a hundred meters away from him.

The distance was so great that the imperial seal on the back of his hand felt slightly hot.

Now, many other people came up to talk to the two of them, and the crowd gradually blocked their figures. Caesar also turned his head back.

It has to be said that Mrs. Marshall, the foster mother, had a truly imposing aura. Even without the blessing of a sacred artifact, she could completely intimidate Sia just by standing there.

The adoptive mother opposite me is also a ruthless character.

He turned around and saw that the dessert plate in front of him was empty. Yumilia was stuffing the last cupcake into her mouth, her slightly chubby cheeks puffed up like a hamster, with a little bit of cream still on the corner of her mouth.

"I'm trying to help you relax, but don't relax too much," Caesar said helplessly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the cream from the corner of her mouth.

At least don't let others think he brought his younger sister to the entrance ceremony.

"Hmm, I can do it myself." Yumilia blushed and took the handkerchief to wipe her mouth.

(End of this chapter)