Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 17 Caesar's Rebellious Period
Upon returning home from town, Caesar went upstairs without saying a word as soon as he entered the door.

"Caesar, I have something to say to you." Yumilia hesitated for a long time on the way, but finally decided to have a proper talk with him.

"doing what?"

Caesar turned to look at his young girl, Yumilia. She was still the same as when he was first found. Five years had passed, and he had grown from an infant into a 1.2-meter-tall boy, but there was not a trace left on the elf.

"My teacher told me about what happened at school today," Yumilia said seriously.

"Hmph." Caesar revealed a gloating expression: "I told the teacher about that beforehand, that I could help upgrade the anti-counterfeiting level of the vouchers, but she was unwilling and told me to go play somewhere else. I can only let her experience the consequences of financial collapse."

"But you know that doing this is wrong, right? Stealing the teacher's stamp is theft."

"That's just a tactic, nothing more than the most basic operation in the real business arena," Caesar said calmly.
“Stealing is wrong! Selling school property to other students is also wrong!” Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Yumilia couldn’t help but clench her hands slightly.

Caesar frowned slightly: "If that's all, I have other things to do, so I'll go back to my room first."

"Caesar Thranduil!"

Yumilia suddenly shouted at him. Upon hearing her full name, Caesar trembled, and his imposing aura seemed to be somewhat suppressed.

"W-what's wrong?" He turned his head stiffly.

It was clear that Yumilia was very angry; her expression had become much more serious. She sat down on the sofa, pointed at the chair in front of her, and snapped:
"sit down!"

Caesar secretly rolled his eyes and reluctantly walked over and sat down.

"No matter what the reason, stealing is something bad kids do. I've taught you before that you should be honest and upright, and we should never do bad things!"

Yumilia extended a slender white index finger and began to lecture Caesar with great seriousness.

"If you try to convince yourself that stealing is not wrong, you will only do more and more bad things in the future, and in the end, it will be too late to make amends!"

Caesar remained silent, listening intently to Yumilia's lecture.

Yumilia spoke for over ten minutes before finally stopping. She pursed her lips, pointed at Caesar, and said sternly:
"If, if you do this bad thing again, I, I'm going to spank you! Understand?"

"Understood," Caesar said softly, tilting his head to the side.

Yumilia's expression softened a little before she said, "If you don't have enough pocket money, you can tell me, but you have to promise me that you will never do anything bad."

"I promise you," Caesar said softly.

Looking at his obedient appearance, Yumilia didn't know if he had truly repented, and could only sigh helplessly in her heart.

"Go back to your room."

So Caesar stood up, picked up his schoolbag from the sofa, and went upstairs.

"that."

When he reached the second floor, Yumilia called out weakly from below, "I was a little harsh with you just now, so you..."

Caesar ignored him and went into his room, closing the door behind him.

Looking at the closed door, Yumilia pursed her lips and lowered her head.

"Does what the books say not work? Educating children is really difficult."

Caesar returned to his room, sat down at the table, took a notebook from the drawer, turned to the latest page, picked up a pencil, and began to write. After rebirth, with the constant replacement of memories, the past would always gradually become blurred, so he wanted to record everything before forgetting it.

The process of recording felt like writing a memoir to him, which made him laugh. He never expected that the memoirs he hadn't been able to write in the past because he was busy with politics every day would now be written by a child.

The world is currently undergoing a period of great change, and some modern knowledge from our past lives will also come in handy today, so these should also be recorded.

After finishing a page of writing, he shook his slightly sore hand, tossed the pencil onto the table, leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling, and listened to the clear chirping of birds outside.

The calendar on the table shows February 1, 622 AD.

In 21 days, it will be his fifth birthday, the day he was picked up by Yumilia and hatched from the cocoon of origin.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Caesar let out a long breath, stretched out his right hand, and looked at the faint dragon head pattern on the back of his hand.

The world's magic depletion is more severe than he imagined. Following the old method, he started cultivating when he was one year old, and after four years he had only barely reached the level of a first-tier mage.

"It's too slow. The Emperor's Seal has almost no magic power stored up. It seems that it's basically impossible to improve it honestly now."

We still need external help.

Therefore, he set his sights on the magic research institute in the Kingdom of Fein, as he needed to access more magic power and upgrade the level of the Imperial Seal, and that was the only way to do so.

There is now a very simple way to enter the Magic Energy Research Institute.

Getting into a prestigious university and graduating from it qualifies you to work in such high-level national institutions.

He once rose to the highest position through bloody battles with his fists, but as times have changed, he, who was forged in blood and fire, now has to sit at a desk and honestly learn all kinds of new knowledge in this era. At the age of kindergarten, he has already begun to learn high school knowledge.

He recalled a joke from his past life where he had to count down to the college entrance exam from infancy, and he was in a similar situation now.

To be truly independent, I'll have to wait a few more years. If I achieve excellent grades, I can apply for a scholarship to the Royal Capital Academy, enter the boarding school, and then find a way to earn money and achieve financial freedom.

As for Yumilia, Caesar was aware of the feelings she had invested in him. When he was young, under her care, he had a period of time where he truly felt a motherly affection for this little elf. It wasn't until he grew older that he realized the future was uncertain and he couldn't leave too much emotion behind.

As dusk approached, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Yumilia's voice came from outside:
"Caesar, dinner is ready."

He put away his books, pinched the bridge of his nose, and stood up.

"While it's great to enjoy learning, you should still take care of your health."

At the dinner table, Yumilia added, "Sometimes I get up in the middle of the night and see that Caesar's room light is still on. That's not good. Caesar, at your age, you shouldn't stay up so late."

"Oh."

Caesar scooped up the broth from his plate and replied casually.

"Don't just answer with an 'oh'," Yumilia pouted slightly, looking at the vegetable salad in front of her.
She pursed her lips, deciding to talk about something more pleasant, and asked:

"By the way, Caesar, your 5th birthday is coming up soon. Have you decided what gift you want?"

She smiled, her eyes narrowing. "How about I take you to the amusement park in the city for a day?"

(End of this chapter)