Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 3 New Name
When Rean woke up today, he opened his eyes and found that the little elf was not in the room.

He stared blankly at the ceiling with its mottled wood grain.

"I need to pee"

He looked down slightly and saw that the child was wearing a diaper properly.

"Go ahead and pee, he's just a baby now anyway."

With the pressure relieved, he continued to stare at the ceiling, lost in thought, contemplating his next plan.

Judging from what I saw and heard yesterday, the technological level of this world has reached the level of the Second Industrial Revolution in its original world, with running water, automobiles, and radio.

Before his resurrection, it was still the Middle Ages. According to the original laws of productivity development, he must have slept for at least several hundred years.

What can these hundreds of years leave him with?

Those subordinates who fought alongside him to conquer the world have all passed away, and their descendants may not even be found.

Even if his empire still exists, it must have changed drastically. Even if he can prove his identity, the new rulers probably won't welcome the old emperor.

It's not like you can just run over there and be greeted with a smile: "Ahaha, it's Emperor Rean! You're finally back! Come, come, why don't you become our emperor again?"

It's highly likely that after they went there, they couldn't be found the next day.

The main problem is that he's lost his hero-level power and has been completely rerolled to a level 1 starter account.

The account I painstakingly leveled up to max level was immediately archived.

He was so angry that his teeth, which hadn't even grown in yet, were itching.

However, Rean still hoped that no matter what changes had occurred in the world situation, and no matter whether his empire existed or not, at least the world would be peaceful and tranquil, and the people would be prosperous and healthy. Even if there was no great unification, there would be no conflicts or wars.

Otherwise, why would he still go on to conquer and expand his territory after he already had enough wealth and honor for a lifetime? Putting aside the utilitarianism and sense of glory of emperors, it was for this very reason.

In the past, after he completed the unification, the population of the country surged under his rule, and the grain production increased several times. Although it was still impossible for everyone to be full, at least there was no more famine. With the current level of technology, it shouldn't be any worse than that.

Even after becoming emperor, he never had a day of rest, managing state affairs, improving laws, expanding territory, and suppressing remnants of rebel forces in various regions.
If the world were at peace, he could find a decent job and live a leisurely middle-class life, which would be quite nice.

Rean thought to himself.

But no matter what, we can only stay here for now. We'll talk about it again when we're older and more independent.

But this means he'll have to spend several years under the care of a little girl.

This was hard for Rean, who had a very strong sense of pride, to accept.

Although he was an emperor, his fierce personality, honed during his military campaigns, made him very resistant to others interfering excessively in his daily life. Even Greta, who had been by his side as a servant for thirty years and later became empress, would only make him a pot of tea and arrange his clothes for the day.

Now he wants a little girl to completely control his life.

Although I had already heard that Yumilia, as an elf, was already over twenty years old.

Unexpectedly, in my previous life I was an orphan, and in my reincarnation I became an orphan again due to war. I grew up in a church, joined a mercenary group at fifteen, and almost never experienced family affection. Then, after traversing hundreds of years, I was reborn as a baby and was adopted by a little elf.
At least give him a normal family.
It's fate that makes people
Just then, the door was pushed open, and the gray-furred elf, carrying large and small bags, ran in excitedly with a blush on her pretty face.

"Baby! You're awake!"

She placed all the bags on the table, and then took something out of them.

"Look what I brought you! I'm sure you'll love it!"

Li En looked over and saw that she was holding a pacifier, and his face immediately fell.

"What a joke."

He doesn't want to carry such a shameful thing!

However, Yumilia had already brought that thing closer to him, about to shove it into his mouth.

Rean shouted with all his might, shaking his head back and forth, but he still couldn't escape the fate of being gagged.

The pacifier was shoved in, and he was about to spit it out, but he couldn't help taking a sip.

Then, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hmm? What's this? It feels really intoxicating." He took a few more sips.

"Damn it, did the elf mix something in? It's so potent!"

Yumilia watched him suck on the pacifier and happily squinted her eyes.

"I knew you'd like it!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just using it critically."

Rean thought to himself, sucking on his pacifier.

Yumilia rummaged through the bag on the table and found a lot of baby supplies: clothes, bibs, diapers, bottles, skin care powder, and a plush rabbit with a cheeky expression.

"Look, this is Mr. Mischievous Rabbit. From now on, he'll be your friend." Yumilia waved the little rabbit in front of him and then placed it next to him.

"Can you please stop this thing from facing me?" Rean thought to himself, looking at the cheeky rabbit.

"Oh, right, I also asked Grandpa Rudy to come up with a few names. There are so many that I don't know which one to choose, so you can choose for yourself."

Yumilia took out a few cards, placed them around Rean, spread them out, and then picked him up.

Rean looked at the names on the cards around him.

"What the heck is that thing called 'Cute Pink Little Chubby'?"

Did this elf really put some thought into giving him a name?
"Do you like this one? It's called Xia Ya. Grandpa Rudy said that boys with this name will be very sunny and cheerful."

Yumilia picked up a card with a name on it and held it up to him.

In some ways, Rean expressed a strong aversion to the name.

"Don't you like it?" Yumilia said, pulling him down a little.

"Then, you choose for yourself?"

Rean looked at the cards and hesitated for a long time.

He certainly can't use the name Rean Tandin anymore; he should at least choose something more respectable.

He looked around and reached for one of the cards. Yumilia noticed and picked it up.

"Caesar, do you like this name?"

Rean nodded his little head.

The name carried a certain idealistic connotation for him.

“Alright then,” Yumilia smiled and hugged him. “From now on, you’ll be called Caesar, Caesar Thranduil. Thranduil is my surname. From now on, we’re family!”

Rean was being held in her arms, whimpering softly, when he heard the surname Thranduil and was suddenly jolted.

"Wait a minute, isn't that the surname of the elven royal family?"

This little elf is actually a member of the royal family?
wrong.

If she were truly royalty, she wouldn't be living in such a small village, all alone in such an ordinary little wooden house.

Based on his understanding of the elves, they would never bestow a noble royal surname upon an ordinary elf. Even if she was an illegitimate daughter of the royal family who had been separated from her family, she would never bear a noble surname.

If she can so ordinarily bear a title that was once reserved for royalty, there is only one possibility.

This surname no longer has any meaning.

In other words, the Elven royal family has been wiped out.

The kingdom of Romania, where the elves live, has always been peaceful, even during times of war. Elves are also a long-lived species, so their royal family has never changed hands for thousands of years.

What could possibly cause their rule to collapse? What could possibly bring their prestigious lineage, which has endured for thousands of years, down to the level of the common people?
Rean had a terrible idea.

It is possible that the entire Elven race will soon cease to exist.

(End of this chapter)