Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 182 Greta, A Divine Prophecy
"Grace"

He whispered in disbelief, finding it hard to believe that his premonitions would include her.

Moreover, this is not a mere illusion; he is now Reantandin, and the vow he made has forged a destiny-bound connection between him and Greta. There is absolutely no way he could mistake her for someone else.

That was Greta, the real, absolutely real Greta herself, who had been with him throughout his life.

"This is the result of an omen."

No, this is no longer a sign. No divination method has ever predicted this. It has surpassed all his previous knowledge.

This is not reality, but some kind of high-dimensional space, and he has actually appeared here.

The girl in the white dress, who was in a distant spot, moved. She gathered her long, flowing hair with one hand, turned around, and looked at him.

He couldn't see her face clearly, but the feeling she gave him was incredibly familiar and pure.

At that moment, nothing else mattered; all Rean wanted was to be by her side, to touch her, to hug her.

He knew that once he got to her side, he would get all the explanations and all the answers.

He strode forward, his pace quickening until he was walking briskly, and then he started running through the flower field, rushing towards the girl.

However, no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't get any closer to her; the two seemed to maintain a distance that would never allow them to get close.

"Grace!" he stopped, panting, and shouted at her in a louder voice.

The girl in the distance slowly raised her hand, and Rean looked up in the direction her arm was pointing.
He saw a celestial body in the sky that covered most of the world.

It was the outline of a planet, a blue planet shrouded in a hazy mist, and the first glimpse he made confirmed what he was seeing.
That's Eli Star.

At this moment, he is looking up at it from the perspective of the universe.

If that's Elijah, then where is he?

“Rean.”

A faint, ethereal voice drifted from afar, so familiar, exactly as I remembered it.

He looked at Greta again and saw that she was now facing him, her hair flowing freely, and he saw her red lips moving on her fair face:

"Rean, abandon eternity and come find me here."

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"Caesar! Caesar!"

"Uh, little sister, don't panic, he's not in any safety situation."

"Enough with the nonsense! If anything happens to Caesar, you'll all be stuffed into concrete pillars!"

"No, this has nothing to do with us. Apart from not having a business license, everything we do is legal and compliant. He asked something he shouldn't have. Fortune telling can be quite eerie sometimes."

"shut up!"

Itana's urgent shouts drifted from afar, gradually awakening his consciousness.

He found himself lying on the floor, his head heavy as if he were drunk, completely disoriented.

"Well"

Caesar let out a low groan, and Ita immediately noticed, gripping his hand tightly.
"Caesar, how do you feel about me being here?"

As his consciousness gradually cleared, he opened his eyes and found that the incandescent light in the room had been turned on again. At this moment, Ita, Xiaowu, and the fortune teller Marlene, whose head was covered by a turban, were all looking down at him from above.

"Um, should I take you to the hospital?" Xiaowu asked timidly.

Caesar propped himself up and sat up, rubbing his head as if waking from a deep sleep. His voice was a little hoarse as he asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

“About twenty seconds? Anyway, it’s not that long,” Xiaowu said.

Ita looked at him with concern: "You suddenly fell off the chair and then lost consciousness. No matter how much I called you, you didn't respond. I thought..."

“I’m fine,” he said, reassuring Ita first.

Then he turned his gaze to Marlene and asked in a deep voice:
What did you just do to me?

What he just saw and felt was definitely not the effect of normal divination, so it must be due to other factors.

"What did you do? In what way?" Marlene seemed a little confused. "However, if you think that I caused your fainting just now, then you are wronging me."

"Do you think I don't know anything about divination?" Caesar asked coldly.

“I don’t know what you mean by divination, but as a diviner, all I can do is act as a medium. My job is to find answers and omens from the spirit world. What effect those answers will have on you is none of my business,” Marlene said calmly.

Judging from her expression, she's probably stubbornly insisting that Caesar's problem is his own. But how could the omens of his own problem be connected to Grace?
Moreover, what he was just now was definitely not just a state of consciousness; he had already connected with beings of higher dimensions.

Grace, the sea of ​​flowers, the universe, and the inexplicable words she said to herself at the end.
"It hurts so much." He covered his head.

"Caesar, let's go to the hospital," Ita said quickly.

"No, I'm fine," Caesar shook his head.

With Ita's help, he stood up and felt his body gradually returning to normal.

"Um," Xiaowu said timidly from the side, "we've used up our two divination opportunities."

Caesar was silent for a moment, then asked Marlene:
"You deliberately led me here."

“That’s not the case. As I said, it’s all fate.” Marlene said calmly.

"Now, is it just you left in the Hellanells family?" Caesar asked again.

"No comment," she replied succinctly.

Caesar remained silent for a moment, then turned away.

"Ita, let's go."

"gone?"

Ita glanced at Marlene and Xiaowu, feeling that after what had happened, he should settle accounts with them again, especially since there were too many suspicious points about the two of them.

But Caesar left decisively, and she had no choice but to follow.

"Bye-bye~ Come visit again next time." Xiaowu waved to them.

When the two figures disappeared through the doorway and the room fell silent again, Marlene let out a long sigh of relief.

"Teacher, is he the one we need?"

"Yeah, quite a surprise, isn't it? Such a little brat," Xiaowu said casually.

“No, I don’t think so. Since it’s a divine decree that has already been issued, it must have some reason. It just needs to be understood by us,” Marlene said.

“That’s right, Marlene. Once you understand this, your learning progress will definitely improve again,” Xiaowu said happily.

“Thank you for your compliment, teacher,” Marlene said.

Xiaowu curled the corners of her lips, gazed towards the low doorway, and said softly:

"Your Majesty, you've seen him too, haven't you? He hasn't changed a bit."

After leaving the fortune-telling shop, Caesar seemed a bit off, losing his earlier enthusiasm for shopping and appearing to be deep in thought.

Ita tried everything to distract him and cheer him up, but nothing worked.

Lunch was a pre-booked chef's set menu at the Buttini fine dining restaurant, prepared by the chef himself. However, despite the various high-end ingredients being served, Caesar had no appetite and didn't even notice what the food tasted like.

After lunch, they headed to the Kingdom Theatre.

"Master, everything is ready for your private room. Please follow me."

A waiter led the way to the VIP room. As they entered, a faint fragrance wafted towards them; it was the scented perfume placed on the coffee table.

"No one is allowed to enter without my permission," Ita instructed the waiter.

They closed the door, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Ita turned her head and looked at Caesar, who was leaning back on the sofa, staring intently at the stage of the grand theater below.

“Caesar?” Ita walked over and gently touched his shoulder.

"The stage play doesn't start for a while yet, let's take a break first."

"Ah."

Caesar responded, but he had no idea what question Ita had asked him.

His mind was still filled with the results of the divination.

The sudden influx of information overwhelmed him, and the number of things he needed to consider suddenly increased exponentially.

The true purpose and identity of the diviner, the high-ranking figure in the forbidden area of ​​the empire, Grace's current state, and the meaning of her last words.

What exactly happened? What is he facing now?
In the end what happened?
Ita looked at Caesar, who appeared agitated, and lowered his head.

(End of this chapter)