Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 94 Feet Washing
Caesar remained silent, but simply pulled the girl in front of him into his arms again and held her tightly.

"I will always be with you, Yumilia."

Yumilia's eyes sparkled, and a warm ripple spread through her heart.

She lowered her eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

"It's best to have you here, Caesar."

After a brief embrace, Caesar suddenly said:

"Oh, right, I actually prepared another gift."

"Honestly, you don't need to go to so much trouble for me. Just a token gesture would have been enough," Yumilia scolded.

“It’s nothing, it’s just a very simple gift,” Caesar smiled. “Wait a moment,”

Yumilia watched curiously as Caesar went to the bathroom, and a moment later, he returned carrying a basin of steaming hot water.

He placed the basin of hot water at Yumilia's feet; the water still contained flower petals. He then took out essential oils, lotion, and a towel.
"Caesar, what is this?" Yumilia's eyes widened slightly.

"I'll wash your feet, and I'll even give you a foot massage," Caesar said.

"No, no need," Yumilia blushed and embarrassedly shrank her feet, which were wearing fluffy slippers.

"Today is your day, so don't stand on ceremony with me," Caesar said helplessly.

"No, not that," Yumilia said, blushing. "Your feet are dirty and smelly, Caesar, don't want them."

"Why should a family care about these things?"

As Caesar spoke, he pulled her ankle, took off her slippers, lifted her feet which were clad in white lace socks, and removed both socks from her feet.

Yumilia's feet were small, only slightly larger than Caesar's palm. They carried only a faint scent of soap from her cotton socks. The insteps were snow-white, and the soles were flesh-colored and rosy. Her toes were round and cute like cardamom, and her nails were a light pink, like cherry blossoms. They were small and exquisite, with delicate and warm skin. Because of her nervousness, her soles were a little damp and hot, and her toes were tightly curled together.

"See? There's no strange smell. Or are you just worried and want me to smell it carefully?" Caesar said.

"Caesar."

Yumilia pouted and said, blushing.

I gently placed my hands on those artful feet and into the hot water.

"Is the water at the right temperature?"

"Ah."

Caesar gently washed every part of his body, not even missing the spaces between his toes.

"You've worked hard all this time," he said softly.

Yumilia looked at the boy kneeling in front of her, feeling the touch on her feet, and a warm smile appeared on her lips.

After washing, Caesar applied essential oil and massaged the soles of her feet while asking about the pressure.

But looking at Yumilia lying on the sofa with a comfortable expression, as if every bone in her body had gone limp, you could tell how much she was enjoying herself.

In fact, Caesar was imitating Greta's technique. This girl had also learned many massage methods in order to help him relax under the high pressure of war.

As he massaged her, Caesar suddenly asked, "Yumeria, has Aunt Caroline come to see you recently?"

"Huh? Why are you suddenly asking this?" Yumilia asked, opening her eyes.

"Just ask."

“No, Ms. Caroline hasn’t come these past two days. She’s been very busy, after all,” Yumilia said.

Then she sighed and said to Caesar, "And Caesar, there's no need to think so badly of her. Maybe Ms. Caroline just wants to be friends with me?"

In the past, Caesar would have definitely advised her not to be so naive, but this time he just hummed in agreement twice.

"Yes, I'm overthinking it. Not everyone is a bad person."

“Didn’t Caesar tell me to stay away from her?” Yumilia asked.

"this."

Caesar smiled helplessly: "You don't necessarily have to listen to what I say."

Yumilia blinked and looked at Caesar in surprise; it was the first time she had ever heard the child say such a thing.

Caesar glanced at the music box beside him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Yumeria, what were your family members like before?" Yumilia winked at Caesar and smiled slightly, "Like Caesar, they were all people who cared for and loved Yumilia very much."

“But…” her gaze lowered, “something terrible happened, and Yumilia couldn’t protect them.”

Caesar sensed Yumilia's emotions and realized that she seemed to be feeling guilty towards her parents and grandfather.

Yumilia smiled and said, "I'm sorry for bringing up such unpleasant topics. We should have been talking about something happy today."

"Oh, by the way, how about Caesar and Yumilia take a bath together tonight, something that hasn't happened in a long time?"

"Uh," Caesar said helplessly, "I'm already eleven years old."

“So what? Caesar said we’re all family,” Yumilia said.
That's not how you use that phrase.

“If Caesar isn’t happy about that, we can sleep together tonight. It’ll be a good opportunity for me to cuddle Caesar, tell him stories, sing songs, and Caesar can freely act all cute and affectionate with Yumilia,” Yumilia said with a smile, her eyes narrowed.
"How about it?"

"Okay, okay, I understand," Caesar said.

Seeing his shy expression, Yumilia covered her mouth and laughed: "Caesar looks so cute when he's shy. Come here, let Yumilia give you a kiss."

"Stop fooling around, I'm washing my feet."

“Give me a kiss,” Yumilia insisted.

Reluctantly, Caesar got up and let Yumilia kiss him on both cheeks.

The little elf wanted to hug him a little longer, but just then, the imperial seal on the back of his hand sent a signal: Klorin was requesting an audience with him.

Caesar clicked his tongue, somewhat annoyed at being disturbed at this moment, but he still patted Yumilia on the shoulder.

"Yumeria, you soak here first, I'll go get another basin of clean water."

"Um,"

Upon arriving at the bathroom, Caesar entered the Realm of No Form and pulled Clorin inside.

"What business do you have seeing me?"

Klorin was taken aback, sensing that His Majesty's tone today carried a hint of displeasure.

Oh no, he thought, could it be that he had disturbed His Majesty's important religious ceremony?

He quickly adjusted his tone and said:

"I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness for startling you, but I have important matters to report."

"explain."

“We’ve discovered Uriel’s trail in a small town in the western part of the Berkan Plain, and we’re currently organizing a capture operation,”

"well done."

Klorin hesitated for a moment, then said, "But now we have encountered an unusual situation, and if possible, I hope Your Majesty can offer some guidance."

"Go ahead."

"The Magic Energy Research Institute can locate his presence in that small town using Eagle Vision, but when we sent people to investigate, we couldn't find the town anywhere. It was as if it had disappeared from the map, yet Eagle Vision's location of him was flawless."

"After a series of investigations, the Magic Energy Research Institute discovered that it was not a hidden method such as a barrier."

Caesar took a deep breath and said, "That village has now entered the [Ghost Realm]."

"The Ghost Realm?" Clorin asked, puzzled by this unfamiliar term.

“A higher-dimensional realm,” Caesar explained simply.

Crolin immediately understood.

That means...

Behind Uriel is an extremely powerful sorcerer, capable of creating such a high-level domain.

"Report any magical fluctuations in that area and report back to me immediately," Caesar ordered.

"Yes," Klorin replied immediately, not daring to be negligent.

Caesar sat on the throne with a solemn expression.

What exactly did Uriel encounter?
And what exactly does he want to do?
(End of this chapter)