Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 186 Yumilia Needs to Try Her Best
"You...you have to give a speech on stage?" Yumilia's cute face turned pale instantly.

"Don't you want to?" Caesar asked.

"Well, not really," Yumilia said weakly, "it's just that I'm a little nervous just thinking about having to do it in front of so many people."

Judging from her appearance, it seems like she's about to step onto the stage to give a speech.

But then again, Yumilia has never participated in this kind of thing before, so she probably wouldn't be very comfortable being asked to do it suddenly.

“If you’re not willing, I’ll explain it to the school. It’s not like you have to force me to participate,” Caesar said.

"How could I!" Yumilia exclaimed. "This opportunity was earned by Caesar through hard work; it's a once-in-a-school opportunity. How could I give it up for something so trivial!"

She clenched her hands into small fists and placed them in front of her to cheer herself up.

"There are still four days until the 22nd. I will definitely work hard to prepare. Whether I'm working during the day or sleeping at night, I will practice. I must not let you down, Caesar!"

“There’s no need to go through all that trouble. Actually, going on stage is just reading from a script. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be over in about five minutes,” Caesar said.

"So, as for the manuscript, should I write it for you or should you write it yourself?" he asked.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. I definitely won't let you down, Caesar!" Yumilia said confidently, patting her flat chest again, making it seem like nothing would go wrong.

As Caesar had expected, Yumilia prepared a large feast for dinner. After a pleasant dinner, she went straight to her room to start writing her speech.

Actually, Caesar would also give a short speech on behalf of the first-year students, but for him it was just reading from a prepared script.
While Yumilia was still deep in thought in her room, he locked the door and entered the Realm of No Form.

Seated on his throne, he took out the ring again, the one Sothos had given him, his wedding ring with Greta.

When Sothos gave it to him, he only regarded it as a symbol of memories, but now, he has some different thoughts.

This is their most important keepsake, and it carries all the feelings they've shared over the decades.

Since Greta entrusted Sothos with it across six hundred years, it would be too meager if it were merely a commemorative piece.

Perhaps this ring carries some omens of the changes that have occurred to Grace.

Although this hope is slim, because so far he has not detected any magical fluctuations.

He tried to connect with it using his own magic and the magic of the Emperor's Seal, but since this was a non-magical item, and even the alchemical material Star Stone on it had lost its effect, it naturally wouldn't respond to any of his attempts.

He leaned back on his throne, clutching the small ring, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Is this the riddle you left for me, Greta?"

He had also secretly investigated the fortune-telling shop over the past few days. The whereabouts of the fortune teller named Marlene and the wolf girl named Xiaowu were uncertain. They opened occasionally, with random opening and closing times. In the past few days, no more than five customers had entered the shop for fortune-telling.
That fortune-telling shop was their residence. They never came out after closing the door each day, and there was nothing else suspicious about their behavior.

But it's still too early now. If a longer investigation is conducted later, things might slip up.

If necessary, he might, in his capacity as emperor, order Clorin to investigate the current state of the Hellanells family worldwide.

No matter how secretive a family may be, if someone is willing to investigate, they can always find something out.

Unfortunately, it's impossible to summon Sothos now. His soul needs a longer recovery time each time it's summoned, and the next time it will probably be another half month.

However, Caesar did not expect to obtain any important information from Sothos, since if he really knew anything, he would have told him from the first meeting.

The reason I want to meet with him now is simply to have someone to discuss ideas with or to provide him with some clues.

He rubbed his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. He had to admit that since that day, he had been restless and couldn't sleep well. It was really quite distressing.

Just as he was rubbing his forehead, Xue Lai, perhaps sensing his low spirits and exhausted energy, floated to his side, sat on his shoulder, and pressed his shoulder to transmit healing power to him.

He smiled and reached out to pat Xue Lai's head.

"No need, thank you for your consideration, but there's no need to waste your energy here." "Eeya!"

Xue Lai seemed to enjoy his caresses, her eyes narrowed in a pleasant expression.

Just then, a book quietly floated to his side, its pages opening and closing twice to let him know it was there.

"What are you doing?" Caesar looked at the Illusory Sea Scroll.

There's something I'd like to ask.

"what's up?"

I've recently discovered something and hope to go out and confirm it.

"You discovered something? No, you've been in the Formless Heaven Domain the whole time, how did you discover what was happening outside?" Caesar asked.
Without his permission, the Formless Heavenly Realm is essentially isolated from the real world and cannot be contacted.

How should I put it?

Perhaps it's because I've stayed here long enough, and because this place is your creation, that I've developed some kind of connection with you.

This connection also allows me to perceive some aspects of the outside world through you.

The Phantom Sea Scrolls explained it this way.

This explanation didn't surprise Caesar, since it was itself a product of magical corruption, and in his case, it was influenced by a high-level creation like the Formless Heaven, so it was normal for some changes to occur.

“Tell me first, what’s going on?” Caesar asked.

I can't be sure of the specifics yet, but what I can confirm is that there's an aura belonging to someone like me.

"Your kind?"

Yes, and this scent is right where you usually go to school.

Upon hearing this, Caesar's expression immediately turned serious.

If the Phantom Sea Scrolls weren't just making things up to deceive him, then it means there's another containment object of similar rank to him in the academy now?
This is no small matter.

"Can you pinpoint the exact location?" Caesar asked.

Of course, but you need to let me out first, right?

Don't worry, I definitely won't run away. It's just that the aura of that thing is too similar to mine.

"Most likely, he'll be my brother."

"Your brother?" Caesar was unaware that these contained beings could be related by blood.

It is those definitions that humans have given us.

After all, we have a deep connection; we were taken in by them at the same time in the past.

It's called "Fantasy Customization" by humans; it's a quill pen that works in conjunction with me to some extent.

“A quill pen, no wonder. It’s not surprising that pens and books are considered brothers,” Caesar thought to himself.

According to it, a tsunami-level dangerous containment object has appeared in the school?
Why did this have to happen now? In just a few days, it will be the school's open day, which will be attended by all the kingdom's high-ranking officials. Who knows what might happen if something like this appears?

Moreover, that important figure will also appear; this may be Caesar's first meeting with him.

Noticing that the Phantom Sea Scroll was still watching him, Caesar said, "Tell me more about your brother, and I will deal with him when the time comes."

(End of this chapter)