Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 4 The Days of Becoming a Baby

Dark clouds loomed over the city, banners obscured the sun, and the flames of war burned for hundreds of miles.

On the desolate wasteland, the demon general Feng Lige was pushed to the ground, his tattered armor letting out a mournful cry as he knelt.

Feng Lige, known as the number one killing god of the demon race, had one of his horns cut off in half. He was supporting himself on the ground with his hands, his whole body trembling, showing signs of defeat.

He was surrounded by layers of heavily armored, imposing Eldaria Empire soldiers, who stood solemnly and exuded a menacing aura.

In seven months, the demon race's 300-mile-long "Lightning and Fire Defense Line" collapsed completely under the offensive of the Eldaria Empire's army, advancing all the way to 20 miles outside the city of Gusledin, the capital of Savieye. Of the 500,000 demon army, less than 10% remained, and of the six demon commanders with renowned titles, only he remained.

He chose to surrender by cutting off his horn.

The glory of the demon race was utterly shattered at this moment.

Just then, something enormous blocked out the sky overhead, accompanied by a low roar. Feng Lige looked up shakily and saw a black dragon clad in silver armor, flapping its wings as it descended from the sky.

At that moment, a heavy horn sounded, and all the Imperial soldiers simultaneously turned, bowed their heads, and slammed their hands on their breastplates, creating a synchronized clanging of armor. They bowed in salute to the descending dragon.

The dragon landed, and soldiers neatly parted to form a path leading directly to Feng Lige. All the soldiers stood like statues, exuding a cold and murderous aura.
A dull thud echoed as a figure descended from the dragon's back. Over two meters tall, the figure was clad in heavy black iron armor, with long black hair that billowed wildly like a lion's mane, and a fiery red cloak behind him that seemed to burn like flames, rattling in the gale.

He slowly walked past the soldiers who stood solemnly before him, and came to stand in front of Feng Lige, raising his head high and looking down at him with cold indifference.

Feng Lige felt like he was being pressed into the mud by that oppressive gaze.

This man before her had torn apart the glory of the Savoy Empire.

He lowered his head, tremblingly raised his hands, cradled his broken horn, and said in a low, hoarse voice:
"Great Lord Rean Templin, I, Von Rigol Ingrame, Commander-in-Chief of the Savoy Armies, surrender to you."

Rean looked at the defeated general Feng Lige, reached out, picked up the broken horn, and examined it with interest. His voice was low as he spoke:
“I have heard that the two horns are the glory of your royal family, Isaac. If the horns are broken, it is as if you have lost your reason for living.”

“As long as Your Majesty spares my life, spares the city of Gusledin, and spares the people of the Isaac royal family, I am willing to do anything for the Eldaria Empire,” Von Rigo said.

"surrender."

Rean snorted coldly:
"When you invaded the borders of Eldaria and slaughtered tens of thousands of my people, did you ever think of kneeling here today and begging to surrender?"

The cold words startled Feng Lige, his throat went dry, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Rean casually tossed the broken horn into the dust on the ground and said in a deep voice:

"So what if I'm holding your head? Those stupid pigs like Isaac cowering in the castle, if you want to live, let me see your resolve."

Feng Lige took a deep breath, took out a palm-sized gold-carved box, and presented it with both hands.

"This is a sacred relic of the royal family of the Savie Empire. It was given to me by Emperor Hortonrell before his death yesterday. I hope that Your Majesty will forgive the remaining members of the Isaac royal family after you obtain the city of Gusledin."

Rean gazed at the exquisitely carved iron box.
He naturally understood what this royal artifact meant.

From then on, the demon empire of Savie, spanning 8.3 million square kilometers, fell into his hands.

This will be another expansion of the Eldaria Empire, and from now on, the continent of Eli will have only one emperor.

He slowly reached out and opened the box.

It contained a disposable diaper.

Snapped.

A snot bubble burst, and Rean Tandin, now Caesar, awoke from a sweet dream.

An indescribable expression appeared on the baby's face.

"He wet his pants."

"Uh, this is for your butt, no, no, this is for your stomach, so is this for your face? Or is it this?"

Yumilia held three different baby skincare powders, tilting her head to distinguish them.

Meanwhile, Caesar, who had just had his diaper changed, was still sticking out with his bare bottom.

"Can't you at least put your pants on for me first?!"

Caesar thought bitterly.

"Never mind, the effects should be about the same, right?" Yumilia said.

"What do you mean by 'almost'! If it's almost the same, then why make a distinction at all!" Caesar cried out in his heart.

Watching Yumilia apply the three types of skincare powder to her body, he couldn't tell which one was for her bottom and which one was for her face.

After getting him ready, Yumilia changed his diaper, kissed him on the cheek, put him in his crib, gave him a pacifier, and placed the cheeky white rabbit next to him.

"Little Casey, play here by yourself for a while, I have to do some chores."

The little elf went off to do something else.

Little Casey was the nickname she gave Caesar, although he himself disliked the name, but it didn't matter.

"When I grow up, I'll definitely use amnesia magic to forget this shameful memory," Caesar thought to himself as he sucked on his pacifier.

This is the fifteenth day since his resurrection, or maybe the twentieth day, he doesn't know for sure. After becoming a baby, time seems to fly by. He spends every day sleeping, and subjectively it seems like only two or three days have passed.

Every day, under the care of the elf Yumilia, he ate and slept, slept and ate.

Apart from being taken to town a few days ago for identity registration, I have almost no information about the outside world.

His racial identity has now been registered as an elf.
Based on my observations over the past few days, this elf's social interactions are very simple. She truly lives alone, and her daily interactions are limited to Mrs. Bell, her neighbor, and Uncle Sam from the nearby ranch, who delivers fresh ingredients daily. While elves are generally vegetarians, Caesar noticed eggs and a small amount of fish in Yumilia's meals.

It is estimated that this is also due to the long-term changes in living habits within human society.

Jingle Bell.

A bicycle bell rang at the door, followed by a shout:
"Yumeria! Your newspaper for this month has been delivered!"

"Okay! Thank you, Uncle Gru!"

Yumilia ran out the window while shouting, and soon returned with a stack of newspapers.

"newspaper?"

Caesar immediately perked up.

If you want to get information from the outside world, isn't the newspaper the best channel?
He immediately started yelling.

"Huh? What's wrong, little Casey?"

Yumilia put down her newspaper, ran over, picked him up, and comforted him.

But Caesar waved his hands toward the stack of newspapers.

“You want this? Haha, you won’t understand.” Yumilia laughed, but still took the stack of newspapers from him, pulled one out and put it in his cradle, and made him lie on the bed.

"Take your time and read it, my little professor."

She left as she spoke, presumably because she thought Caesar was only interested in the picture above.

Caesar lay on the newspaper, looking at the information on it.

The postman mentioned this month's newspaper, so the elf probably subscribes monthly, meaning there's a one-month delay in receiving the newspaper.

But it doesn't matter to him anymore, as long as he can watch it.

But
"I can't understand any of the text anymore?" he asked, looking distressed.

After unifying the empire, he designated the simplest and easiest-to-remember Irolian language as the official language. Although the text in the newspapers was also in Irolian and he recognized each character, he didn't understand the meaning when they were put together.

It's like classical Chinese being transformed into vernacular Chinese.

It is estimated that there have been significant changes in grammar and meaning.

Although his accent had changed, he could still understand what people were saying, but he could only barely read the written words.

The only thing that's legible is the date in the top left corner.

March 7, 617 AD.

The Gregorian calendar was the dating system he adopted after establishing his empire, and it was also a system he continued to use from his predecessors.

The year he entered the cocoon of return was 18 AD.

"."

Six hundred years.

Because he had already prepared himself mentally, he was able to accept this reality.

He then squinted and began to read aloud the bold headline beneath a large photograph that took up the entire page.

Judging from the photo, this news appears to be a report from an important official on something significant.

But I just can't understand the details at all.

Caesar was annoyed, but then it suddenly occurred to him, "Hey! If I put it in my mouth, I can understand it!"
Then he grabbed the newspaper and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Little Casey!"

When Yumilia turned around and saw this, she quickly ran over and pulled the newspaper out of his mouth.

"Mind your own business, woman!" Caesar yelled, reaching for the newspaper with both hands.

Yumilia picked him up, looking distressed.

"I've completely forgotten what Mrs. Bell said: children like to bite things, so we'll have to be careful to prevent little Casey from accidentally swallowing them."

But seeing Caesar's continued interest in the newspaper, they didn't want to just take it away.

"Then let me read it to you," Yumilia said with a smile.
She placed Caesar on her lap, holding him with one arm and spreading out a newspaper with the other.

"Hmm, let me see if there are any stories suitable for children. The jokes section is..."

She was still searching when she noticed that Caesar was very interested in the large section from before, making noises and constantly reaching out with his chubby little hands.

"Would you like to see this?"

Yumilia pointed to the contents on the large panel and began to read them aloud.

"Comedian Robinson said he is not a fan of sweet cucumbers. He said that eating a big bite of sweet cucumber last time was just for the performance. He is actually a staunch fan of sour cucumbers."

"What the hell is all this nonsense?"

(End of this chapter)