Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 113 Little Hero Caesar (3k)

I really can't eat anymore.

"Just one more bite, it's the last bit,"

"I'm really full."

"Then drink the soup,"

"I can't drink any of it."

"Is it not tasty?"

"No, I'm really full."

"Oh"

Yumilia sat back down with her bowl, a hint of disappointment on her face, but then said, "Just the last bite?"

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In the ward, Yumilia had already fed Caesar the entire large pot of bone broth she had brought, leaving him so full that he could barely speak.

“Caesar is injured now and needs to recover. Why don’t you eat this last piece of meat?” Yumilia said, and with that, she used her fork to pick out the tender, stewed meat and put it to Caesar’s mouth.

"It's just a sprain, not a fracture. It'll be fine in a few days. Besides, I'm not paralyzed or a child. I can eat by myself," Caesar said helplessly.

“What are you saying? Caesar is a patient now, of course he needs to be taken good care of!” Yumilia said seriously.

"Sweetie, this is the last bite."

Seeing her stubborn expression, Caesar had no choice but to open his mouth and eat the stew.

"Hehe, Caesar is awesome."

Yumilia smiled with her eyes narrowed, speaking in a tone that sounded like she was coaxing a child.

Caesar chewed twice, swallowed, and felt it was already stuck in his throat.
"Caesar, you need to rest well. If you want anything else to eat, just tell me and I'll make it for you." Yumilia took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"By the way, does the injury on your head still hurt? Do you want me to blow on it for you?"

He glanced sideways and saw that several of his classmates in the ward, including their parents, were secretly smiling at him.
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"You, you should rest for a while," he said, covering his face.

It did seem quite strange to others that Yumilia, a little girl, was taking such good care of him.
"Tsk tsk, I never imagined Caesar and Yumilia were so loving," Tess exclaimed as she read a book.

But at that moment, the ward door opened, and a group of people dressed like circus performers squeezed into the room. As soon as they entered, they started playing music and scattering ribbons, leaving the group of people in the room dumbfounded.

"Tess! Haha! Do you like Grandpa's surprise?!"

Behind the circus troupe, a beautiful woman pushed an old man in, who was wearing a colorful hat on his head.

"Grandpa!" Tess sat up in bed, her face flushed with anger. "What are you doing! Make them go away! This is so embarrassing!"

"I just wanted to cheer you up because I saw you were bored in the hospital," Tess's grandfather said with an embarrassed smile.

"No need! Don't do anything unnecessary, Grandpa!" Tess said angrily.

Seeing that his granddaughter didn't like it, the old man had no choice but to dismiss the atmosphere-maker.

The beautiful woman greeted the other people in the ward with graceful movements.

This old man was none other than Kevin Edwards, the president of the arms manufacturing conglomerate Boulder Industries, whom Caesar often saw in the newspapers.

The beautiful woman who looked to be only in her thirties was his daughter, Fiona Edwards.

I heard that Tess's military secretary's father was an adopted son-in-law of the Edwards family, which is why her mother Fiona didn't change her surname. If Kent hadn't later entered the high-ranking military commission of the kingdom, he himself would probably have had the surname Edwards.

Mr. Kevin is over seventy years old. He was an Air Force pilot in his early years. After retiring in his thirties due to a leg injury, he started to get involved in the arms business through his connections and has been doing so to this day.

The Edwards family is known for its martial spirit. Among the grandchildren, Tess is the only girl. Fiona is his youngest daughter, and Tess is his youngest granddaughter, which is why the president dotes on her so much.

The king of the world's largest arms empire looked like a silly old man in front of his granddaughter.

Kevin leaned close to Tess's bedside and urged her to move to the private hospital in her hometown, where the conditions were better than here.

"I'm not seriously injured, why do I have to change hospitals? Besides, the hospital at home is so stuffy, at least I can talk to my classmates here," Tess said, waving her hand.

Unlike her grandfather's earnest advice, Fiona was much more easygoing, chatting with the other parents of her classmates in the ward.
A moment later, the door opened again, and this time it was Leon's mother, Gwalan, who entered.

She looked to be around forty years old. Her once pretty face had aged, with obvious wrinkles, and she had gained some weight. She had heavy dark circles under her eyes, and her clothes were simple. Overall, she gave off only one impression: ordinary.

As soon as she entered, she greeted everyone with a smile, exchanged a few pleasantries with Fiona, and then went to Leon's bedside.

"I brought you some fruit. One a day is enough. Also, even if you're hospitalized, remember to read more books and don't fall behind in your studies. Pay attention to hygiene, and change your clothes after showering at night," she murmured.

"I know, I know," Leon said impatiently, glancing around every now and then, seemingly worried that someone would notice them.

Gwaran frowned, pursed her lips, and watched her son's agitated appearance without saying a word.

Yumilia looked a little sleepy, sitting in the chair with her little head nodding.

Caesar, who was leaning against the headboard reading a book, said, "If you're sleepy, come and lie down for a while."

"No need, that would disturb Caesar's rest,"

“I’m not bothering you. This bed is big enough for me to sleep in,” Caesar said.

Yumilia looked around, hesitated for a moment, then took off her shoes and sat on the bed. Caesar moved over a bit, and Yumilia lay down beside him.

"Did I squeeze you, Caesar?" Yumilia asked, lying on her side. "No, go to sleep," Caesar said, pulling the blanket up over her.

Yumilia twitched her eyelids, and soon her even breathing could be heard.

She's been so tired lately; she got up early this morning to make him bone broth, her mind was completely on him.

Feeling the warmth of the girl beside him, Caesar even softened the sound of turning the pages of his book.

But a moment later, a doctor in a white coat walked in through the door.

Is Caesar in this room?

"Yes." He raised his hand.

When the doctor saw him, he turned his head and said something to the outside.

Then a large group of people rushed into the ward, startling everyone inside.

The group of people, carrying cameras and microphones, swarmed around Caesar's bedside. He didn't understand what was happening, as flashes of light kept going off in front of him.

Startled awake by the noise, Yumilia sat up and panicked at the sight of the scene before her, quickly shrinking closer to Caesar.

"No, what are you guys doing?" Caesar looked at the microphone that was being brought close to him, completely bewildered.

"Caesar! What were your motivations when you sacrificed yourself to help others?"

"Caesar! Were you scared when you were taken hostage? If you were scared, why did you still choose to take that girl's place?"

"Caesar! Can you tell me how you survived back then?!"

The reporters bombarded Caesar with questions, leaving him completely bewildered. Just then, a family of three emerged from the crowd.

It was Energy Minister Richard and his wife and daughters.

“Caesar!” Richard approached him warmly and shook his hand in a very formal manner.

"Our family is so grateful to you for saving our daughter Celia. You are a hero!"

Surrounded, Caesar gradually came to understand what had happened.

At yesterday's press conference, the Kingdom's officials revealed the situation inside the building at the time, including the fact that Caesar was taken hostage by thugs and miraculously survived after being severely injured.

To be honest, the kingdom was surprised that Caesar was still alive, but in that situation, no one could be sure whether he was really dead. So, although they didn't understand, it was definitely the best thing that the child was alive.

This story of sacrificing oneself to save classmates and miraculously surviving is exactly what newspapers are looking for. They were just looking for an eye-catching story to report after such a big event, and here it is.

Major newspapers also directly referred to this incident as a heroic deed.

The Richards thanked Caesar in front of the camera, and the young girl Celia presented Caesar with a large bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you, Caesar," the girl said shyly, blushing.

"Uh, you're welcome." Caesar accepted the bouquet.

Soon, reporters noticed Yumilia and went over to ask her questions.

"Excuse me, little friend, are you Caesar's sister?"

"I am his elder."

"Oh, uh?"

The reporter was taken aback for a few seconds, then continued, "So, what are your thoughts on your child's heroic act?"

"I"

Yumilia looked at Caesar, a flicker in her eyes, and lowered her head. "I didn't know about this before, but if possible, I still hope he can be safe and sound, and not be in any danger."

The reporter's report lasted for more than an hour before he finally left after Caesar said he needed to rest, but the Richard family stayed behind.

“Caesar, brave child, you saved Celie’s life. I know that no matter what I do, I can never repay your kindness. So, if you ever need any help in the future, come to your uncle. Please treat us as your family,” Richard said sincerely.

“You flatter me, Uncle Richard. To be honest, I’m not much of a hero. I was scared too, and I didn’t expect him to actually do it. But of course, it’s best if everyone is safe,” Caesar said.

Richard nodded: "Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. I will definitely come to thank you again another day."

After thanking Caesar and Yumilia again, he left with his wife and children. As Celia left, she waved to Caesar and whispered goodbye.

But Caesar merely nodded at her, and the girl left, slightly disappointed.

Looking to the side, Leon raised an eyebrow at him: "You've become a big star, huh?"

"Hehe," Caesar chuckled helplessly.

To be honest, this kind of attention is somewhat unnecessary for him.

At that moment, Yumilia tugged at his arm.

"What's wrong?" Caesar asked, looking at her.

Yumilia pursed her lips, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After hesitating, she finally said, "I know Caesar is very brave and did something very honorable, but could you please not put yourself in such danger again?"

She lowered her head and said in a trembling voice:

"Because I only have you, Caesar, as my child."

(End of this chapter)