Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 60 Hello, Princess

It was almost time for the ceremony to begin, and the crowd that had been chatting outside the auditorium began to walk into the hall.

Manslivi led Sia to the front row seats, where Caesar could see half of their bodies.

Shortly after she sat down, a bodyguard quickly approached, bowed slightly beside Manslivie, seemed to say something, paused for a moment as if receiving instructions, and then quickly left.

Caesar watched, and through his dominance, he heard their conversation:

The bodyguard approached and said, "The person has been found. Should we inform Mr. Enride first?"

Manslivi replied, "No need, I'll handle it when I get back."

"Yes."

Caesar withdrew his command and turned his gaze back to the podium.

"It seems like this couple doesn't have a good relationship," he thought to himself.

When a burst of electronic music rang out throughout the venue, the crowd quieted down.

A handsome middle-aged man, dressed in a dark red suit, with his white hair slicked back and looking to be in his forties or fifties, but with a tall and upright figure like a thirty-year-old, walked behind the podium.

He adjusted the microphone, a slight smile playing on his lips, and addressed the parents and students in a tone befitting a competition host:
Good afternoon! Young people! And young people younger than me.

"It's another delightful time of the year for me. While saying goodbye to a bunch of old guys, the academy welcomes so many youthful and lovely faces. Oh, but thinking about all the new love letters from naive young girls I have to deal with is giving me quite a headache. But, all things considered, I, Grindelwald Stuart, the executive principal of St. Illustrious Academy, welcome everyone to St. Illustrious Academy!"

The audience burst into applause.
The man on the stage, who looks quite young and has a head of white hair, is the principal of Saint Illustrious Academy.

He was probably the only one who would dare to make such frivolous jokes in front of a group of wealthy and influential parents.

According to Caesar, the principal was 83 years old and had participated in the First Battle of Fesu, the Battle of Luger, and the Three Kingdoms War. After retiring with the rank of general, he served as the vice principal of the White Gull Military Academy in the Kingdom of Fein, and also concurrently served as the chief executive officer of the Magic Energy Research Institute, which was equivalent to the modern Fat Tower, a position equivalent to the Great Sage of the past.

After relinquishing his heavy responsibilities, he applied to become the principal of St. Yaro Academy, saying that he had worked hard all his life and wanted to spend his last few years amidst the laughter of young people.

The opponent's aura was completely concealed, but Caesar estimated that his strength was definitely no less than that of a hero.

Standing there, you couldn't tell his age at all; at eighty-three years old, he looked like a frivolous middle-aged man in his forties.

"After offering my blessings, I also want to tell all you lovely children that what you are about to embark on is not a leisurely and enjoyable vacation, but a nine-year hell with a dropout rate as high as 23%."

As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, then raised his eyes to scan the young faces in the room, and said in a low, somewhat intimidating tone:
"Here you will understand that everything you have learned in the past is utter garbage. I guarantee that even if you are a genius admired by all, a precious treasure cherished by your family, or an arrogant and aloof individual, you will shed tears of shame during your future hellish learning journey."
Even the strongest man, I will make him cry and call for his mother, I will wake you up from your dreams every time, and then you will get up and finish the next day's homework while holding back your tears. I will make you squeeze out even your bathroom breaks to save up for the last bit of credit.

As the principal, I guarantee that you will experience the most authentic and original school life. Therefore, I urge all you beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen to prepare for your future emotional breakdowns.

Greenwald scanned the new students and was pleased to see several faces that were clearly frightened.
Giving these privileged new students a taste of their own medicine, and then enjoying their trembling expressions, is his annual entertainment routine.

After satisfying himself, he coughed, changed to a normal tone, and said loudly with a gentle smile:

"However, besides that, you will also gain some of the most precious memories of your lives. You will learn how to analyze different academic viewpoints with dialectical thinking, and you will witness the depth of the ocean and the vastness of the sky."
From basic forces and energy to magnetic fields and electric charges, from the stone spears of primitive tribes to missiles soaring through the sky, from barren deserts to the vast and boundless starry sea, your learning will not be confined to the classroom, but will take place in front of museum murals, under windmills in the countryside, in the surging waves, and even in the dust of construction sites. Your values, worldview, and outlook on life will be reshaped here.
Before you become scientists, military leaders, politicians, entrepreneurs, or influential figures in the world, you will first be students—eager students. I hope that each of you will return to the innocent, ignorant age of three, asking your teachers countless "why" questions.

He adjusted the angle of the microphone and continued:

“Finally, I will give you three words,” Greenwald said, holding up three fingers and emphasizing each word:

"Learning, breakdown, breakthrough."

"thank you all."

The audience erupted in applause again, noticeably louder than before.

"The dropout rate is 23%, Caesar. Are you sure this is okay?" Yumilia asked anxiously, clapping her hands.

“Don’t worry, he’s talking about the highest value. Normally it’s around 10%,” Caesar said.

However, 10% is already considered exceptionally high. It can be said that those who truly graduate from the academy nine years later are the elite of the elite.

After the principal's speech, the class assignment ceremony began, and all students were assigned to different classes based on their grades.

This was done in batches. After each batch was completed, the class teacher would lead them to the college to familiarize themselves with the campus environment.
On the spacious semi-circular platform, the first batch of class teachers were already standing, with an upperclassman standing beside them, holding up the class sign, waiting for the arrival of the new students.

The teacher in charge of class assignments called out the first name from behind the podium:
"Sia Reintantin! Class One of the Red Thistle!"

In the front row, a petite and pretty figure with long, dark blue hair stood up, head held high, and strode confidently to the podium, standing behind the sign for Class 1, Red Thistle.
Caesar had learned beforehand that although classes would be divided according to grades, it wouldn't be that the top-ranked students would be grouped into one class. Instead, each class would be assigned several high-achieving students.

He was a little nervous at this moment. As someone who wanted to get to know the princess, he would definitely try his best to be in the same class as her, but he couldn't change the result of the class assignment.

While he was still pondering, a voice rang out:

"Caesar Thranduil, the Red Thistle Class One!"

"call,"

He breathed a sigh of relief, pulled at his clothes, and stood up.

"Go for it, Caesar!" Yumilia shouted, clenching her fist.

Caesar strode onto the platform amidst the gazes of the crowd, heading towards the extremely arrogant princess.

As he approached the princess, her gaze, which had always been fixed on the front, shifted and turned to look at him.

Caesar's gaze simultaneously turned to her, meeting her eyes.

Their eyes met, and it seemed that they both sensed something at the same time.

Caesar stood beside her, paused for two seconds, then smiled and said:
"Hello, Your Highness Princess."

Xia turned her gaze back, remaining silent and ignoring him completely.

Caesar paused for two seconds, then smiled politely at her and walked over to stand behind her.

(End of this chapter)