Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 47 It’s time to go home
Police tape had already been put up on the beach where the sun had just risen, and dozens of black cars were parked around the seawall.

Although the police were called, the officers who arrived were only conducting perimeter security. Those on the beach were all wearing black overcoats and bowler hats, and they looked like people of unusual status.

Fuslian's body was covered with strips of cloth, and several people in black coats were examining it.

A man in a black overcoat was verifying the situation with Caesar and Yumilia.

"So you mean, a powerful sorcerer came, killed the monster, and rescued you?"

His pen stopped on the notebook, and he frowned slightly as he looked at Caesar.

Caesar now acted completely like a child, opening his eyes wide and nodding.

"Yes, and then after he defeated the monster, he flew away, and I don't know where he went?"

The recorder wrote this down in his notebook and then asked, "Could you describe what he looked like at the time?"

"I didn't see it clearly."

"All right."

The recorder shrugged, glanced at the embankment, saw a colleague waving at him, then tucked his pen into his notebook and stuffed it into his breast pocket.

"Take a rest first. Someone will come and ask you some questions later, but don't be nervous. Just answer whatever comes to mind," he said, turning and walking towards the embankment.

Caesar watched his retreating figure.

Judging from their black coats, they don't look like police officers or people from the Krall Department.

Fenn has two publicly disclosed police systems: the police department and the Klar Bureau. The Klar Bureau is specifically responsible for handling particularly serious cases and incidents related to magic.

Whether it's the Krall Police Department or other police departments, they all wear identification badges, but this group of people didn't.

"An even more secretive organization?" Caesar wondered.

The public reported a siren to the police, but upon arriving at the scene, they found a mutated Fuslian and other chaotic magical elements, which explains why it attracted other organizations.

The only problem is the father and son I saved earlier. Although I used a little magic to make them forget me before letting them go, it would be troublesome if anyone in this group has any way to remove the magic.

He sighed softly, then said in a low voice:

Even if you let me go now, I won't disappear.

He said this to Yumilia, who was holding his arm tightly beside him.

The little elf had been holding on to him tightly ever since, and if he tried to pull his arm away, it would only hold on tighter.

"If you keep grabbing me like that, my arm will be ruined," Caesar said helplessly.

Hearing him say that, Yumilia relaxed her grip slightly.

“Caesar,” she whispered, her lips barely moving.

"Ah."

"Promise me you won't do anything dangerous anymore. I just want you to be okay," she whispered.

Caesar lowered his eyes and did not respond to her, but simply took one of her hands.

"Caesar! Yumilia!"

Just then, shouts came from behind them. Turning around, they saw Ita running towards them.

At this moment, the hat she usually wore was gone, and her face bore the marks of scales left from her dragon transformation.

She ran over and threw herself into Yumilia and Caesar's arms, hugging them tightly.

"Ita!" Yumilia hugged her tightly. Seeing Ita, her heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled down.

"Thank goodness, Caesar, you're alright!" Ita was overjoyed to see Caesar unharmed, and buried her head in his arms while crying.

"Alright, stop wiping your snot all over my clothes," Caesar said, patting his head.

Ita hugged him and cried for a while before Yumilia pulled her to sit down. Caesar's gaze then turned to the white-bearded old man with dragon horns who had come with her.

"Mr. Caesar, Ms. Yumilia, greetings. I am Doruvan Chobas, the steward of the Frederick family."

The old man placed his left hand on his right shoulder and greeted them.

Caesar saw that he had a pair of golden vertical pupils, but his aura was different from that of the dragons.

"A hybrid?"

The concept of dragon hybrids has existed since his time, but they are not the offspring of humans and dragons in the traditional sense. Instead, they are the offspring of humans and dragons, whose blood is used to modify the human body through alchemy and other means, so that humans can also have the power of dragons. However, the bloodline of the first batch of hybrids is usually very unstable. At this time, they need to reproduce with normal humans. Only after the bloodline is screened through bloodlines time and time again will the bloodline be stable and controlled.

Initially, this idea only existed in the theoretical stage, and the dragon race's intolerance of such a blasphemous practice led to its abandonment at the theoretical stage.

Unexpectedly, they actually managed to create it six hundred years later.

That makes sense. The dragon race is almost extinct, so what's the point of caring about those formalities?

"The head of the family has already told me about your situation. We are very grateful for your care and protection of the head of the family during this time. The Frederick family will never forget your kindness," Doruvan said to them respectfully.

"Patriarch?" Yumilia asked in surprise upon hearing this title.

“Yes, according to the will, Ita Holonig is now the sole legal heir of the Fetire family,” Doruvan said.

Yumilia opened her mouth, and unconsciously tightened her grip on Ita's hand.

"I'm sorry, Caesar, it's all because of me that this happened," Ita said stammeringly, her head bowed and her eyes red.

"So you have to work harder in the future, and don't let me down." Caesar patted her head.

"So, ita is going back?" Yumilia asked.

After spending nearly five months together, she had come to regard Ita as her own child, but now she was saying she wanted to leave.

Doruvin nodded: "The family is currently in turmoil due to internal conflicts. Only the arrival of a successor can bring the situation under control."

“But she’s just a child now, there’s nothing she can do, right?” Yumilia said anxiously.

“She has the surname Holonig and true dragon blood, and that’s enough for us,” Doruvan said.

Caesar also understood that even if Ita couldn't do anything right now, he was still their absolute trump card for stabilizing their family's position.

Ita looked very unwell. He sat next to Yumilia and held her hand tightly.

Having grown up almost entirely in a fictional dragon world, she probably never imagined that she would face such a fate in the future.

Seeing this, Caesar pulled her over, touched her cheek, and said softly, "You should go home."

"I don't want to leave, I don't want to be separated from you," Ita murmured, her voice trembling with tears.

“I’ve told you before, people always have to learn to lose,” Caesar said. “Besides, it’s not like we’ll never see each other again. We will meet again in the future, but until then, you have to learn to take responsibility for yourself.”

"Yes, that's right." Although Yumilia was reluctant, it concerned Ita's future, so she held back her tears and said:

"People always have to grow up. Ita also needs to work hard to grow up and become a great person. That way, Yumilia will be very proud."

Ita pursed her lips, tears welling in her eyes, but she still nodded bravely in the end.

(End of this chapter)