Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 118 A Small Feeling of Warmth
Fatis Palace.

The reception room was already filled with reporters from major newspapers, waiting for the princess to arrive.

Soon, the side door opened, and Sia, wearing a light blue dress with a high collar, walked out. The camera flashes immediately went off.

Xia stood in front of the podium, her gaze calm.

"Miss Xia! Have you fully recovered yet?"

Immediately, reporters from newspapers began asking questions.

Sia adjusted the microphone and said to the reporters below, "After the treatment and recuperation by the Kingdom's doctors, I have now fully recovered and will return to St. Yaro Academy next week as scheduled to report."

"Because you haven't appeared in public for a month, there are rumors that the kingdom has placed you under house arrest for some reason during this time. What are your thoughts on this?"

"The previous lockdown was for my personal protection, not the house arrest that has been rumored."

"In your previous report on this incident, you mentioned that you volunteered to become a hostage of terrorists in order to save the 23 students who were being held hostage. Why would you do something so dangerous?"

“The identity I’ve been given dictates that I must bear this responsibility, and I don’t think it’s anything worth mentioning,” Sia said simply. “As for why I ignored the risks, it’s because I have complete faith in the kingdom’s ability to act and rescue us safely.”

"Because of this exposition attack, some have begun to condemn Fane's neo-colonial policies at the Kapur rally. As one of the signatories of these policies, what are your thoughts? Do the consequences of these policies now represent the collapse of the Eldaria spiritual system you previously envisioned?"

The question was raised by a reporter from the Ironbridge Evening News, a publication that has long been opposed to the Unger faction, and the question raised was quite sharp.

But Sia answered calmly:
"This attack is a classic example of terrorism, an act that is completely devoid of humanity. No policy should condone acts of terrorism; this is a bottom line for every country."

The above passage was from the speech prepared for her by Enride, but she paused halfway through before continuing:

"However, we should not provide them with a breeding ground for existence and growth, nor should we give them a reason for being born, and neocolonial policy is such a breeding ground."

The scene erupted in cheers, and Enlid, who witnessed everything backstage, changed his expression.

"Are you saying that Finn's actions caused this terrorist attack?" a reporter immediately asked.

"Colonialism, land, religion, and race—these are the breeding grounds for their existence. If we cannot alleviate these conflicts, these attacks will continue to occur,"

"The core of the spirit of Eldarria is unity, peace, development, and integration. This concept was first proposed by the Holy Emperor and represents the purest ideal of a civilization. As the only descendant of Eldarria, I will use all my strength to achieve this ideal."

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Before she could finish speaking, the microphone crackled, and then two bodyguards came up and, ignoring the reporters' questions below, took her off the stage.

Backstage, Sia saw Enled looking ashen-faced.

"Do you know what you're saying?" he asked in a deep voice. "Why aren't you following the prepared speech?"

"It was just an impromptu remark," Xia said casually.

“I could turn a blind eye to your nonsense before, but do you know what kind of impact this will have?” Enlid said coldly.

Xia turned her head away, remaining silent.

Enled rubbed his eyes and waved his hand: "Take her back with me."

Sia was taken away, and Enled still stood there with a cold face, lost in thought for a long time, before beckoning his men:
“She definitely wouldn’t dare say such a thing on her own; there must be someone instigating her.” His eyes were so cold they seemed to freeze over.

"Find that person for me. I want to see who has the guts to do this."

Caesar looked at the newspaper and saw that Princess Sia had made her first public appearance since the attack, but she was forcibly taken away by the kingdom's people after less than ten minutes.

It has definitely attracted attention.

But that's exactly the effect he wanted. Now they've noticed something's wrong, but they can't find the reason. This kind of unknown is what's most frightening.

He put away the newspaper, and just as he picked up a cookie from the table and took a bite, the doorbell rang.

I went over and opened the door. Yumilia was standing in the doorway, carrying several bags of various sizes.

"Sorry Caesar, I forgot my keys, huff huff," Yumilia said, panting as she leaned against the doorframe.

Caesar helped her carry the shopping bags into the room.

"Uh, what are these things you bought?"

"You bought all of these, Freya! So many things! Look, there's more for you here. Isn't this pajama set cute?"

Yumilia rummaged through her belongings and pulled out a fluffy bunny pajama.

"Quick, put it on and let me see. We all think Caesar would look especially adorable in this."

"Next time, next time." Caesar took the pajamas and hid them behind his back.

Since Yumilia and Freya reunited as mother and daughter, they have often gone out together, shopping for clothes, eating out, and even going to amusement parks. Freya seems to want to make up for all the maternal love she has missed over the years in a short period of time, and is completely immersed in the joy and happiness of family reunion.

"But Freya went out with you, so why did you come back alone?" Caesar asked.

"Oh, well," Yumilia said, looking embarrassed. "She had something come up and asked the driver to bring me back, but I accidentally got the address wrong. I was too embarrassed to bother them to bring me again, so I didn't say anything. After getting out of the car, I carried all my things back myself."

Yumilia poked and prodded between her fingers.

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Sigh, she really is just like Grace in this respect. Even after becoming wealthy, she still can't change her old ways. She's reluctant to use good things and doesn't want to trouble others.

“That’s a private driver, that’s what they do for a living. There’s no need to be so afraid of bothering people,” Caesar said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I'll be more careful next time," Yumilia said as she tidied up the things she had bought.

"Oh, right, you must be hungry. I'll go cook something right away."

She jogged to the kitchen, skillfully grabbed an apron, and tied it around her neck.
Now Yumilia is considered a wealthy heiress, but she still prefers to live in this small apartment building, leading an ordinary life, just like she has for the past thirty years.

Perhaps what she liked wasn't this ordinary life, but rather the busy yet warm and peaceful daily routine with Caesar by her side.

(End of this chapter)