Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 124 Caesar, He's Gone Bad
After leaving the Realm of No Form and returning to his room, Caesar took the pipe with him.
However, its aura is now completely suppressed by itself, and without lifting the seal, it is no different from an ordinary pipe.

He sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a pipe in both hands, his gaze fixed on it, but his thoughts were wandering.

Dragons, the Spirit Corpse Clan, spells specifically designed to combat dragons, black cat sorcerers—how are all these things connected?

And what is the other party's purpose in wanting to obtain the crown? It can't be that they want to declare themselves king, right?

He narrowed his eyes.

To figure out and resolve these issues, he needs more sources of intelligence.

The best way for him to obtain information now is through contact with their descendants in the Formless Heaven Domain.

Should we bring Ita into the Formless Heavenly Realm as well? I don't think I've considered this question all these years.

But since this matter is related to the dragon race, Ita definitely has to get involved.

Even if it weren't for bringing Ita into the Formless Heavenly Domain, given her current level of trust, she would still tell me many things.

In any case, I should find an opportunity to go to Drenden to see Ita and explain the situation to her.

Just then, the sound of a key turning came from the door; Yumilia had come home.

"Caesar, I'm sorry, I was delayed by some things today and I'm only just getting back. You must be hungry, right?" Yumilia walked over carrying a cake box and placed it on the coffee table.

"This is a cake from Jialisi Cake Shop, it's lemon flavored, it tastes amazing, why don't you try it?" Yumilia said enthusiastically.

She opened the cake box and was about to cut the cake with the knife handle when she turned her head and saw the pipe Caesar was holding.

Her expression froze instantly, her lips slightly parted, staring intently at the pipe in Caesar's hand.

"What's wrong?" Caesar noticed her expression and asked.

"Caesar... has gone astray?" Yumilia said, her voice trembling.

"Huh? I..." Caesar was a little confused, but he quickly realized that a pipe was indeed very unusual for a child and shouldn't be there for him.

In the kingdom now, pipes are used for more than just smoking tobacco; they are also used to smoke certain highly addictive drugs.

No wonder Yumilia reacted so strongly when she saw him holding a pipe.

"No, I found this on the road. I thought the pattern on it was pretty, so I decided to keep it," Caesar quickly explained.

Hearing him say that, Yumilia seemed relieved, but still said unhappily:

"Caesar, you can't just pick up things on the street. What if you find something dangerous?"

"I understand, I won't do it again next time," Caesar said.

“That’s a good boy,” Yumilia’s expression softened, and she held out her small, fair hand to him. “Here, I’ll take this away.”

"Uh," Caesar said, holding the pipe but not handing it over.

"What's wrong?" Yumilia tilted her head.

"It's nothing." Caesar hesitated for a moment, then handed the pipe to Yumilia.

Anyway, Yumilia will just throw it away and take it back later.

But then he suddenly realized that the lingering curse on the pipe instantly dissolved upon contact with Yumilia's palm.

Even if it was just a lingering curse, it was still an ancient dragon-slaying spell. Even if Caesar used the power of the Formless Heaven Domain, it would take him some time to remove it. But Yumilia did it the instant she made contact with it.
This can hardly be considered human power.
He looked up and found that Yumilia had no reaction on her face. Unaware of anything, she placed her pipe on the other side of the coffee table, cut a piece of cake, scooped out a little with a small spoon, and brought it to Caesar's lips.

"Come, Caesar, ah—"

Caesar was still somewhat dazed, mechanically opening his mouth to let her put the cake in his mouth. "Is it good?" Yumilia asked expectantly.

Caesar nodded.

She smiled happily, stretched out a slender white finger, wiped the cream off Caesar's lips, and put it in her own mouth.

No matter how you look at it, she's just an ordinary little sprite; you'd never guess she possesses any terrifying power.

"By the way, why did you suddenly decide to go to this cake shop? Don't they all require reservations in advance?" Caesar asked casually.

Yumilia shuddered and immediately said in a flustered manner, "Ah, well, it's just that I was lucky. There was a spot available when I got there, and they gave it to me."

She smiled at Caesar with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Yeah."

Caesar looked at her, sensing that something was amiss.

Monday morning, college class.

Leon yawned widely and then slumped onto the table.

"I'm so sleepy. I have to wait another five days before I can have a holiday," he muttered to himself.

"You're already thinking about the weekend on Monday? You're really something," Tess said disdainfully from the side.

"I don't look forward to weekends at all. The thought of having to take violin lessons on weekends gives me a headache," she said, distressed.

Caesar is very busy on weekends these days. Freya's one million investment will take some time to arrive. He needs to learn more about business during this time. Although Freya has provided him with a professional team, he also needs to understand the underlying logic.

"By the way, isn't the first class today that new subject: 'Fantastic Beasts Studies'?" Leon suddenly seemed to remember something and sat up abruptly to ask.

“Indeed,” Caesar said, glancing at his class schedule.

"The first class on Monday morning, the second class on Wednesday afternoon, and the last class on Friday afternoon are all Fantastic Creatures Studies."

"Ugh, I'm so excited! I've wanted to try this subject for ages; I've practically worn out the textbooks they gave us," Tess said.
"Various ancient and modern magical creatures, some of which are not even in my family's zoo. I also heard that we will have outdoor classes later, so we can see these rare creatures in real life."

“I’m really curious what kind of teachers will be teaching us,” Leon said.

“She must be a kind-looking old lady,” Tess said.

“I think it’ll be a really strong, middle-aged man. Only someone like that could keep those weird and strange creatures in check, right?” Leon said.

Just as they were talking, the sound of high-top shoes could be heard outside the door.

A loud, rhythmic sound gradually approached the classroom, and the students quickly quieted down.

The door was pushed open, and their amazing biology teacher strode onto the podium.

All the students were stunned.

None of them expected the new teacher to have such an attitude.

The most dumbfounded of all was Caesar.

He never expected that the person standing on the podium was the head of the Frederick family, a pure-blooded dragon:

Ita Holonig.

(End of this chapter)