Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 20 Sia Reintantin
Another thing that he couldn't help but worry about was that the reason for using the Crown of Kings was to prevent the succession of the throne from being bound by bloodline. So where did this so-called royal descendant come from?

Caesar immediately became restless, wanting to know more specific information.

But the newspapers won't arrive until at least next week.

He frowned slightly, stood up, and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey? Caesar, where are you going? Class is about to start."

I ran into Ms. Cecily as soon as I stepped outside.

"To the restroom!"

Caesar ran away without looking back.

The only way to learn about this incident immediately is to contact Peyton through the Formless Heavenly Domain.

He ran into the school restroom, bolted the door, and sat on the toilet.

The imperial seal glowed faintly, and the toilet in front of it collapsed in an instant, revealing bricks, tiles, and stone pillars that formed a magnificent palace.

He arrived at the Formless Heavenly Realm and sat on the throne at the very top.

He pondered for a moment what he was about to say, then raised his hand and stirred the phantom of Sothos below.

"Dad, you haven't slept all night, you should rest for a while, otherwise your health will collapse," Efrey finally couldn't help but say as he entered the room.

“I’m not old yet,” Payton said in a deep voice.

Despite saying that, he was still quite tired after working all night, and now he was leaning back in a soft, high-backed chair with his eyes closed, resting.

“That’s not what I meant,” Everley said helplessly. “Staying up late is bad for your health, and besides, you’re almost ninety.”

Payton simply gave a low hum in response.

Everley was speechless. His father was incredibly stubborn. Five years ago, at the age of 84, although he was still in relatively good health, he suddenly lost his desire to live and insisted on euthanasia. After the family tried to persuade him to no avail, they had no choice but to agree. However, after preparing his will and other arrangements, one night he suddenly announced that he did not want to die and wanted to take over the company's senior management position again, working at a high intensity like a vigorous young man in his twenties.

Although the family business has expanded several times over the past five years thanks to his efforts, he, as the son, is genuinely worried about his elderly father's health and is unwilling to return to his hometown to retire.

“I came here to tell you this,” Everley sighed, “you’d better stop getting involved in what’s going on around the corner; it’s none of our business.”

"How can it be unrelated!"

Payton, who had just been peacefully closing his eyes, suddenly became furious, opened his eyes, and glared at his eldest son.

"What place are they going to develop? The Black Goat Church! That's a historical site! It was Emperor Rean's former residence!"

"That really has nothing to do with us."

Everley looked helpless. Even if his family had been subjects of that emperor in the past, that was more than 600 years ago. The family’s current reputation was built by their generation.

Just as he was about to have a proper talk with his elderly father, Payton suddenly waved his hand.

"If there's nothing else, go out. I need to rest for a while."

Everley opened his mouth, but then shook his head helplessly and walked away.

After his son left, Payton closed his eyes and clearly heard that call:
"Peyton Hayward, I am summoning you."

A beam of light appeared before his eyes, and the next moment, his consciousness traversed the void and descended into the magnificent and splendid hall.

After regaining his footing, Peyton bowed slightly, paying homage to the empty throne.

"Your humble servant greets His Majesty."

Previously, every time he was summoned, Peyton would humbly kneel and bow, but Caesar, seeing his age, allowed him to simply curtsy upon meeting. Caesar hadn't seen Peyton for over six months, and he wondered if the man possessed some secret to maintaining his vitality. In five years, he hadn't aged at all; in fact, he had even grown a few more strands of black hair.

She remained hidden behind the throne and asked him:

"Payton, I have something to ask you."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Why has the casting of the King's Crown been restarted recently?"

Peyton was slightly startled. Sure enough, His Majesty the Emperor could now sense the aura of the crown, and he knew as soon as there was any movement from there.

He paused for a moment before replying, "It was restarted half a month ago, and this time, a girl inherited the throne."

"Oh? So, someone's still trying to summon the spirits of Eldaria?"

“Your Majesty, please allow me to explain,” Peyton said hastily. “As I told you before, the Empire has a profound influence on the world. The major kingdoms of today were all originally split off from the Empire. In order to expand their own influence, they are all vying for the legitimate national essence of the Empire. Three months ago, the lost crown of kings was discovered by an archaeological team from the Kingdom of Fane in the tomb of an ancient duke. Only then did they restart the crown-making ceremony and officially declare that the Kingdom of Fane is the legitimate inheritor of the national essence of the Eldaria Empire.”

Caesar scoffed: "If a crown could determine legitimacy, then I wouldn't have needed to wage war all over the world back then."

“Your Majesty, please calm down,” Peyton said. “But, but, the girl who has been chosen is also a descendant of the royal family of Eldaria, of absolutely legitimate blood!”

"Descendants? I didn't even know I had descendants."

"This"

Peyton then realized that Emperor Rean actually had no descendants.

"This is because, after His Majesty Rean II ascended the throne, he bestowed titles upon his original family and adopted your name as their surname, thus placing all family members under the Rean Templar royal family."

"Although the Moon Rift incident resulted in the death of most members of the royal family, some survived. Because they did not want to cause trouble, they have been living in anonymity for six hundred years. That girl is a member of the royal family who was only recently discovered."

"The higher-ups in the Kingdom of Fein also wanted absolute legitimacy and made a fuss about it, which is why they chose that girl."

Caesar never expected his successor to have such a background.

But he also understood why Rean II did this. Rean Templar had created the Crown of Kings because he had no descendants, thus severing the bond between the throne and bloodline. That's why he attached the old emperor's name to everyone in his family, creating the House of Rean, so that the throne and bloodline would be re-bound, and future emperors would only come from his descendants.

Even though Rean II left a good reputation in history and was a wise ruler, he was still a human being with selfish desires.

However, in a way, Rean II did receive his own blood, and his descendants also have his blood flowing in their veins to some extent. From a logical standpoint, his actions don't seem to have any problems.

Moreover, from a legal standpoint, he could be considered his own child.

"What's the name of the girl who received the inheritance?" Caesar asked.

“Her original name was Anathasa. After the King-Forging Ceremony was completed, she was given a new name, her status as a princess was restored, and her royal surname was also restored. Now she is called Sia, Sia Reentandin,” Peyton replied.

No wonder they changed the name. The original name was clearly from the Kingdom of Surna. If they wanted to prove that the legitimacy lay with Fein, how could they possibly use a name from another country?

“In addition,” Peyton said cautiously, “the girl has now been adopted by a duke of the Kingdom of Fein, but if Your Majesty requires it, I will fight for custody of the princess and keep her under my control.”

Caesar pondered for a moment. He understood from Peyton's expression that although Peyton said so, the chances of winning were slim. Moreover, the Hayward family's sudden attempt to fight for the custody of the last princess was too strange and would only bring them trouble.

Now, this Sia is being used as a tool of public opinion by the Kingdom of Fein. To put it simply, she's just a mascot. Even if they could control her, the benefits wouldn't be significant.

“No need,” Caesar said in a deep voice. “These matters are no longer of great significance to me. I only came to you because I sensed the aura of the crown being cast and was puzzled by it.”

"Yes"

Peyton breathed a slight sigh of relief. To be honest, if His Majesty the Emperor really asked him to win over that princess, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble for the family.

(End of this chapter)