Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 65 A Long-Awaited Reunion (Third Update)

"Caesar!"

Yumilia ran up to Caesar, panting, and took his hand, looking him up and down.

"They said you almost had a dangerous situation on the Tower of Holy Sword! Are you alright? Are you okay? Is anything bothering you?" she asked with concern.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Caesar said.

"That's good, that's good," Yumilia patted her chest, catching her breath.
She then showed an angry expression, stomped her flat-soled leather foot on the ground, frowned her delicate brows, and glared fiercely at Caesar with her beautiful eyes:

"Caesar! Why did you do that to a female classmate! A real man doesn't bully girls!"

“I have my reasons,” Caesar said.

"what reason!"

Caesar hesitated, unable to articulate the reason.

“But I really meant well,” he said, rubbing his temples and looking at Yumilia. “Don’t you believe me?”

“I,” Yumilia pursed her lips, “I believe Caesar wouldn’t be a bad child.”

She looked at Caesar with concern: "Are you really not bullying the female classmate on purpose?"

“Really,” Caesar said, raising his hand. “I swear.”

“Yes.” Yumilia nodded. “I believe you.”

Caesar breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly remembered something: "Could it be that they're the ones who need to handle this matter?"

“No, the girl’s parents said they wouldn’t pursue the matter,” Yumilia said. “Mrs. Manslivy is such a good person, so magnanimous.”

Caesar chuckled inwardly.
His wife didn't pursue the matter, but someone else wouldn't let him off the hook.

"Why should I swallow this insult! He pushed me down for no reason!"

Inside the car, Xia stomped her foot angrily, her face flushed red.

"Alright, have you considered that the other party is just from an ordinary family? If you make a mountain out of a molehill and keep pressing the issue, how will the public view this, and how will the newspapers report it?"

Despite Sia's anger, Manslivi remained calm and composed.

"Now almost the entire school knows about this. It's up to you how you handle it. This is an opportunity to show your magnanimity."

"Xia, I've told you, always be mindful of your identity."

"Status, status, all you ever talk about is this. What good is my status if others bully me? I have to put up with it!"

Hia turned her head angrily and stared out the car window, sulking.

Manslivy also turned her gaze to the street scene outside the window, her eyes darkening:
Thranduil, the Elf

She murmured softly, her eyes sparkling.

Then she shook her head.

"A royal family that was abandoned four hundred years ago is not worth paying attention to."

Nighttime, Saint Illusion Academy, poplar grove, Holy Sword Tower.

Several tents have already been set up here, and professional equipment and machinery have been transported over. The team will be restoring the Oran Holy Sword here.

Normally, this kind of thing should be done in the laboratory, but because the Holy Sword is bound to the academy by a spell and cannot leave the academy, it has to be done on the spot.

"The multiplicity test has passed. Now proceed with the magic dissolution."

The restorers placed the broken holy sword into a recessed container, which was then placed into a glass tank filled with an icy blue liquid.

After finishing all this, the bespectacled restorer stretched deeply, "Finally done, I can take a nap now."

The red-haired restorer next to him, while looking at the documents, said, "This is really strange. The reason this sword was initially brought here was because of its stable magical properties, right? How could something like this happen?"

"I heard a freshman touched the sword, and then the magic power vibrated. But judging from the blood test report, the freshman didn't have any special problems. He probably just happened to be there when the holy sword exploded. Sigh, he's pretty unlucky," the bespectacled man said. "Speaking of which, even a sword wielded by a sword wielder wouldn't have such stable magic power properties, right? This sword is really special."

"Who knows? Ever since it was excavated from the Hertz ruins three hundred years ago, the sword wielder inside has never appeared. Except for the occasional reaction when someone touches it, we don't even know if it's dead or alive. I've heard that even dead sword wielders can give a reaction."

"A dead swordsman?"

"Okay, I used the wrong term. Sword wielders only weaken. What sustains their existence is not only magic, but also the spirit attached to them. When the spirit is impacted, it breaks or dissipates, which is equivalent to dying."

The bespectacled man yawned again and patted his companion on the shoulder.

"I'm going to sleep for a bit. You'll be on duty for the second half of the night."

"Row."

The night was quiet, and time passed with the moonlight.

Soon even the staff on duty couldn't resist dozing off and fell asleep on the table.

A figure emerged from the darkness and slowly approached the tent where the holy sword was stored.

Caesar stood outside the tent, silently watching the water tank containing the fragments of the Holy Sword.

A milky white mist condensed above the water tank, gradually spreading and expanding until it exceeded the size of the tent, transforming into a colossal object over twenty meters tall.

It was an indescribable creature; beautiful, terrifying, magnificent—all these words seemed to converge on this creation.

It resembles a lion, but its body is covered in snow-white feathers and has large wings. It has thick limbs, long forelimbs, and a spiral horn like that of a unicorn growing on its forehead.

Compared to it, Caesar below looked so insignificant.

On that raised head, a pair of purple eyes gazed down at him.

Caesar gazed at the beautiful yet eerie creature and said calmly:
"I am back."

Bang!
With a muffled thud, the enormous creature suddenly exploded, turning into a thick cloud of white mist. From within the mist, a small figure shot towards Caesar like a rocket.

She threw herself into Caesar's arms with a plop, and then he heard a heart-wrenching cry, like that of a wronged woman:

"Master! Master! Master, you've finally come to pick me up!! You have no idea what kind of life I've lived for the past six hundred years, Master!! Waaaaaah!!!"

At that moment, the creature that was crying pitifully in his arms was a small, plush toy-like creature.

Although it retains all the characteristics of the beautiful creature from before, such as the short horn on its forehead and the miniature wings, it is a completely shrunk and cute form.

Those purple eyes, however, had grown large, and now tears were streaming out like a flood, soaking Caesar's clothes.

"Master, you big liar! You said you'd come to pick me up right away, but I've been waiting for six hundred years! But even if you lied to me, you're still my master, waaaaah!"

It huddled in Caesar's arms, crying wildly, but Caesar grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, lifted it up to his face, and pinched its chubby, furry face with his other hand, glaring at it with a cold, fierce look:

"Do you know how much trouble you've gotten me into today?" Caesar said.
The little furball sniffled, blinked its big eyes, and said, "Wh-what trouble?"

"You don't know, do you? Then let me ask you, why did you suddenly attack that girl? Why? Answer me!"

If this guy hadn't suddenly revealed his true form and rushed towards Xia, how could he have done that? And how could he have become the focus of the entire school?

As a result, this guy disappeared immediately after he tackled Xia, leaving him speechless and unable to explain himself.

"I... I just woke up and I couldn't tell what was going on. That girl had your scent on her, Master. I was confused and rushed over," the little furball said innocently.

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"However, I realized what was happening right away and went back immediately, without causing you any trouble, Master!" it said, seemingly quite proudly.

Caesar's lips twitched.

If it weren't for its unreliable nature, he wouldn't have tried to appease it with words like, "You protect this territory for me, and I'll come back for you later."

(End of this chapter)