Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 26 The Dragon King's Lineage

The bathroom door opened, and Yumilia pushed Noah, who had changed into Caesar's clothes, out.

Noah was now completely clean, with a towel draped around his neck and his black hair neatly combed, still warm, hanging down his shoulders.

Her face finally shed its pale and weak appearance, becoming rosy and radiant. Her eyelashes were long, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her skin was snow-white. Standing there with her body hunched over, she looked as exquisite and pretty as a porcelain doll.

Even though she's still young and hasn't fully matured, she has the kind of face that makes it impossible to look away once you see her.

If she had stood in front of him like this just now, Caesar certainly wouldn't have mistaken her for a boy.

Because of what had just happened, Noah lowered his head and shrank behind Yumilia as soon as he saw Caesar.

"He was hiding behind me just now, but he turned around after taking a shower," Caesar thought to himself.

I think I should apologize for what happened earlier.
"You—" Caesar looked away, "I'm sorry about what happened earlier."

Noah, hiding behind Yumilia, his face flushed, his eyes darting around, pursed his lips and whispered:

"Yes, it was my own choice to hide it. No, it's not your fault."

For some reason, Caesar also felt his face getting hot, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Yumilia, facing the two children who stood awkwardly, simply watched with a smile, as if she had expected this to happen.

"Still laughing. If you had reminded me earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way," Caesar thought to himself.

"Alright, Caesar, the water's still warm inside. You should go take a bath too, or you'll easily catch a cold," Yumilia said to Caesar.

Caesar's lips moved slightly. He glanced at Noah, who was huddled there and wouldn't even look at him, suppressed his speechlessness, and turned to go into the bathroom.

When he finished showering and came out of the bathroom with a towel draped over his shoulders, Yumilia had just come down from the second floor.

“She’s asleep.” Yumilia gestured for Caesar to be quiet. “That child must be exhausted. She fell asleep as soon as I covered her with a blanket. She must have suffered a lot on the journey.”

“Oh, right, her real name is Ita. She said she used a different name because she was afraid of encountering bad people,” Yumilia said, tilting her head.

The name was indeed fake.

This little dragon must have encountered something, and it's been hiding all the way, using a fake name.

"I didn't manage to buy any groceries this time. I'll go to town again later," Caesar said, scratching his neck.

“It’s alright, I’ll go in a bit. Caesar has worked hard too, you should just stay home and rest this afternoon,” Yumilia said.

She smiled slightly at Caesar: "The child told me that Caesar helped her and carried her all the way back. She wanted to thank you. I'm so glad that Caesar is so kind."

“I…I also felt sorry for her,” Caesar said in a low voice.

“That’s true. She’s so young, yet she’s been wandering alone for so long,” Yumilia said with heartache. “I was thinking that if possible, we could take her in temporarily until we find her family.”

She tilted her head and pondered, "Speaking of which, the government affairs bureau should have it, right? Procedures for applying for temporary custody of lost children."

Caesar hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Yumeria."

"Ok?"

Yumilia, who was still thinking about how to adopt Ita, turned around in surprise. Caesar rarely called her name, so she was a little unaccustomed to it.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Were you speaking a language between dragons with No. Ita earlier?"

Yumilia winked at Caesar, then lowered her head with a smile on her lips: "Yes, actually I used to have a few dragon friends who were very familiar to me. I learned dragon language from them, but we all parted ways later, and I haven't seen them again for so long."

"A dragon friend?"

Yumilia nodded, then tilted her head and recalled, "That was almost twenty years ago, back then..." She glanced at Caesar and smiled somewhat awkwardly, "It's all in the past, it's a bit long-winded to talk about it now."

Caesar noticed that Yumilia's smile seemed somewhat bitter.

It's not surprising that Yumilia knows dragons. She is an elf herself and a member of the royal family. Perhaps she experienced a period of noble life before the elves completely declined before coming to this small village. It's normal that she would know dragons during that time.

Caesar did not continue on this topic.

"By the way, Caesar, would you like to learn Dragon Language?" Yumilia suddenly remembered this and said eagerly, "If I learn it, I can chat with Ita!"

Caesar thought about it and realized it was true. He couldn't possibly use the excuse of learning it from a book to cover up that he could speak dragon language. With Yumilia teaching him, he could speak it openly and legitimately.

“I’m not sure if I can learn it either,” Caesar said.

“It’s alright, Caesar is so smart, he’ll definitely learn it quickly,” Yumilia said, clapping her hands.

"Then I'll give it a try," he said casually.

"Ok!"

Yumilia smiled, her eyes narrowing. She was very happy now, as this was a good opportunity to strengthen her relationship with Caesar, and perhaps even help ease Caesar's rebellious phase.

The magnificent palace rose, and moments later, Caesar sat on the high throne.

Ita is still asleep; he came up here to confirm something.

Peyton knew very little about the dragons; the earliest information he had about them was from seventy years ago.

After the Great Devastation, the number of dragons dwindled to the point of near extinction. Due to their decline in power, the remaining dragons went into seclusion and no longer concerned themselves with worldly affairs. Over the centuries, very few stories about them have been passed down.

If they are few in number, the connections between those individuals will definitely be closer. Perhaps, this little dragon has some connection with the lineage of Leogard.

Having learned that the qualification to enter the Formless Heavenly Realm could also be passed down to future generations, Caesar, after several experiments, discovered that he could also see his descendants who had inherited the qualification to enter the Formless Heavenly Realm through the connection of phantom images.

The prerequisite is that the item must possess the personal aura of a descendant of this bloodline.

For example, if Sothos's successor is Peyton, then if one has items belonging to Peyton's son or grandson, one can contact Peyton through those items.

However, this bloodline connection is limited to at most three generations. If Ita is a distant relative of Leogard, then there's nothing he can do.

He raised his hand, cradling a strand of black hair in his palm.
There were a few strands of hair left in the bathtub when Ita took a bath, so he picked them up.

The aura emanating from his hair was bound to that tall, illusory figure with long dragon horns, broad wings, and a thick dragon tail.

If the binding fails, it means that Ita and Leogard have no connection. If the binding succeeds, he will be able to see the current heir of the dragon race.

Leogard's phantom was moved, but it did not disappear. Instead, it transformed into a curtain of light that spread out in front of Caesar.

A blurry image appeared on the light screen, gradually becoming clearer.

Successful.

Caesar squinted slightly, trying to see the contents of the image clearly.

However, human shadows appeared on the screen.

"Not a dragon?" he asked, puzzled.

As the image became fully clear, Caesar's eyes widened slightly.

He saw a familiar room on the screen; it was Yumilia's room, and there lay Ita, fast asleep, curled up on the bed.

(End of this chapter)