Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 110 Epilogue: His True Colors (End of the Expo Arc)

The gray sky shattered, the dark clouds gathered above were split in two, and in an instant everything around seemed to break and dissipate like pieces of glass.

The city sunset and the outline of the jungle above the buildings reappear.

The black cat's hiss echoed across the sky, and the torn dark clouds fell silent for a moment before exploding open from within.

The moment the unique kingdom shattered, it released a massive energy shockwave. A deafening roar filled the air as branches and vines were torn to shreds and scattered everywhere. The shockwave spread rapidly like ripples, instantly covering most of the capital. All of the magical observation equipment of the Klar Bureau was destroyed, and the windows of houses shattered at that moment.

In the center of the impact, the Royal Knights activated their protective spells, thus avoiding fatal injuries, but they were all completely exhausted and collapsed unconscious in the impact.

Greenwall's City of Fallen Stars finally gave way, and he crashed to the ground, swaying a few times before collapsing unconscious.

At this moment, only Caesar and Sia, who were not far away, remained conscious on the rooftop.

The crown of kings had returned to Sia's body. She clutched her weak head, shook her body a few times, and managed to stand up.

"It's finally over," Caesar sighed.

Kaka.

A tremor ran through the ground. The building, weakened by the disappearance of the jungle, had lost its structural support, and the floor began to crack inch by inch.
A student was on the edge of the break, her body limp and powerless to resist the danger of falling. As the rocks broke, she also fell hundreds of meters into the air below.

In the nick of time, Xia rushed over, grabbed her arm, and with all her might, gritted her teeth and pulled her up.

Caesar, who was about to rush over to help, stopped in his tracks and breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, this incident shows that Sia has met the requirements for the heir to the crown of kings; this child's heart is...
Just as Caesar was thinking this, he suddenly saw Sia, who had pulled the students to safety, stand up and walk step by step toward the edge.

She looked down at the sky, hundreds of meters above, closed her eyes, and without any hesitation, tilted her body and jumped.

Just as she was experiencing freefall and the relief of death, she felt her body lighten, as if someone had grabbed her and pulled her back to the rooftop.

She was thrown to the ground, and when she looked up, she found that the person who had saved her was the mysterious man in armor.

However, at this moment, the purplish-black armor, which resembled the night sky, gradually dissipated and coalesced into a small, snow-white creature, which collapsed to the ground as if it had lost all its power.

But the mysterious figure behind the armor made her eyes widen.

It turned out to be Caesar, who was already dead at the very beginning.

"you"

Sia said in disbelief, and was about to question him when she saw Caesar raise his hand to her.

Snapped!
A crisp slap rang out on the rooftop. Caesar did not stop. The slap left a deep red handprint on Xia's fair face, and her head tilted to one side.

"Is this how you treat your identity? Suicide? After so many people gave their lives to save you, you chose to commit suicide?"

Caesar's cold voice came through.
"You have let me down too much."

Now that Muyue has left, he has almost lost all his strength and just wants to rest. But seeing Xiya's behavior just now, his anger was reignited.

His blatant evasion of responsibility, disregarding the situation, is a far worse act than arrogance.

Sia covered her face, feeling the burning pain. Her mind was a complete mess; she couldn't understand why Caesar was here, why he possessed such power, or why he was so angry at her for wanting to commit suicide.
"Do you think your cowardice deserves the crown's recognition?" Caesar said coldly. "If you die now, do you know how many people will be buried with you?" Sia clenched her hands, which were supporting her body. Listening to his words, her body trembled, ignoring the various mysteries surrounding him. Her voice also trembled.

"And what do you know? What do you know?"

With her head down, she raised her voice, and shouted with intense emotion:

"If you let me live, even more people will die! You know that! They'll make me kill even more people!"

"Today, the original plan was for me to declare an attack on the last reservation in Pavi in ​​front of the whole world! To kill people in front of the whole world! To kill half a million people there!"

"For so many years, I've been doing these things for them. Every night, almost every night, the faces of those who died in front of me appear in my dreams—children, the elderly, soldiers, women—they're all cursing me! I sent them to hell!"

"Why, why me of all people! Why did I have to be the one to receive this identity! In the realm of the gods, He spoke of His mission and duty to me, but now I'm using this power to kill innocent people! To personally break His promise!"

"I shouldn't have been alive in the first place; I should have died in that disaster when I was five!"

Sia roared until her voice was almost hoarse, as if all her strength had been drained. Her whole body trembled, and she supported herself with her hands on the ground, whispering:

“I used to think that as long as I acted strong, like a true heir to the throne, I could break free from their control and rebel against them. How could that be? No matter how much I struggled, I was just a pawn. The only way to get rid of them was to die.”

"But I was afraid. I was afraid of dying so ordinaryly, dying without any meaning. The creation of the crown gave me a terrible sense of mission, which made me never commit suicide so easily."

"I can only wait for one opportunity, until I am needed. At least I can die to save others. Let me sacrifice myself; I feel that would be more meaningful."

She lowered her head, tears dripping onto the ground, her voice reduced to a sob.

“I’m sorry to my mother, and I’m sorry to the mission that the crown gave me, but what can I do? This power is just a tool for them to manipulate.”

"I really don't understand why. What did I do wrong? When I was five years old, after my mother passed away, I could have died peacefully, but they found me and told me that I was a descendant of that emperor, that I should inherit the sacred artifact, and that I should continue to live for the world. He also told me in the divine realm that I bear the mission of the empire, but now..."

"I don't want to either. I want my mom to be proud of me, and I want to truly fulfill the mission She gave me, but I can't do anything at all."

She slumped over, her voice barely audible.

Caesar gazed at her, remained silent, and then slowly knelt down in front of her:
"So, your only way to rebel against them is suicide?"

“If you die, they will have many other ways to reap the benefits. Losing you is just a disruption to their plans. Something else will replace you. Trying to escape the cage they have put you in by dying is the most cowardly and foolish thing to do.”

"I," Xia's voice trembled as she looked at the black-haired boy's face.

"What else can I do?"

“I’ll tell you what to do,” Caesar said, staring intently at her. “You must fight back. You must make them all pay the price. Make those wicked people who dare to desecrate the sacred prophecies of Eldaria pay a price a thousand times worse than death.”

Sia was stunned. It was just a statement that sounded like a boast, but the moment Caesar said it, it felt like a fire was reignited in her heart.

What should I do?

She asked Caesar as if in supplication.

Caesar slightly curled the corners of his mouth and said to her:
"You must first go and meet a great being."

(End of this chapter)