Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 64 left a deep enough impression.
"Hehehe~ Free dessert buffet~ Which one should I eat first~"

Now that the class assignments are all complete, the parents have all come to the auditorium area outside. Yumilia happily carries a plate and uses small tongs to examine the dazzling array of exquisite pastries on the long table.

She hesitated for a while, but decided to have an almond shortbread cookie first.

But before the pastry could even be put into her mouth, she heard a voice coming from the loudspeaker:

"Excuse me, everyone. Please have Caesar Thranduil and the parents of Shia Reynolds proceed to the reception room."

"Huh?" Yumilia tilted her head in confusion.

"You mean... Caesar... on his first day of school, not only damaged school artifacts, but also tackled a female classmate?!"

Yumilia opened her mouth in disbelief, her eyes completely glazed over.

“Yes,” the head of the grade nodded and said, “When Teacher Taylor led the students of Class 1 of Red Thistle to visit the Tower of the Holy Sword, Caesar climbed the tower and touched the Holy Sword, but for some unknown reason, the Holy Sword broke in two. After he came down, for some unknown reason, he suddenly tackled Xia to the ground.”

Yumilia's lips trembled, and her voice came out as thin as a thread:
"I...I will make amends, Holy Sword."

The head of the grade smiled faintly: "Ms. Yumilia, the matter of the Holy Sword shouldn't be something Caesar could have caused. It's probably due to the Holy Sword itself. We're investigating this now, and it almost put your child in danger. The academy might apologize to you later, so you don't need to worry. But about Sia..."

The head of the grade paused for a moment, then looked at the elegant lady beside him.

Manslivi remained seated on the sofa with an elegant demeanor. Hearing the head of the grade recount the events, she seemed to show little emotion on her face, only slightly frowning when she heard that Sia had been tackled.

On the contrary, when she came in and saw Yumilia, who was an elf, her usually calm eyes widened a little.

Upon hearing what the grade head said, Yumilia looked at Manslivy, and before the latter could speak, she immediately stood up and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"I'm so sorry! I haven't raised my child well! I... I will take full responsibility! I'm so sorry! I... I..."

Yumilia looked up, her pretty face showing anxious tension:

"I will teach him a lesson later! Please forgive him! Give him another chance!"

Manslivy gazed at the young elf, who was filled with intense self-reproach, paused for two seconds, then covered her mouth and chuckled softly:

“You don’t need to do this. Your child didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe he just lost his balance and accidentally fell on Sia.”

The head of the grade really wanted to tell her that, according to the students present, Caesar suddenly turned around and tackled Xia, which seemed to indicate a strong ulterior motive.

“It’s our problem; it’s my lack of parenting skills,” Yumilia still blamed herself.

Manslivi shook her head and said, "You don't need to blame yourself. It's not a particularly big deal. It's just playful banter between classmates. If we take it too seriously, it makes us parents seem too rigid."

"but."

Yumilia was about to say something when Manslivie's expression suddenly turned cold:
"I said, there's no need to apologize. Let's just let this matter rest and not mention it again."

The head of the grade and Yumilia both paused slightly, but Yumilia spoke in a stiff voice:
"Okay, okay."

Manslivi's face softened into a gentle smile: "Moreover, I believe that Sia will also be tolerant and generous in this matter. She's not the kind of child who holds grudges."

"I'll twist your head off! How dare you... how dare you do that to me! You... you scum! You scoundrel! You pig! I'll never forgive you!"

Sia pressed her hands firmly against the table, her pretty face flushed red, her body trembling with anger. Her proud eyes were now fixed on the black-haired boy across the table, filled with uncontrollable rage.

Caesar stared blankly at the furious Sia, realizing that this girl could actually have such strong emotions. Before, he had thought that she would always have that cold and indifferent expression.

"Actually, it looks better now than before," he thought to himself.

Sia kept talking non-stop to Caesar, and Caesar believed that if the teacher hadn't been there, she probably would have attacked him.

He got annoyed after arguing for a while, sighed deeply, covered his forehead with one hand, and said somewhat irritably:
Can you please be quiet?

Sia froze, her angry expression instantly freezing on her face. She pointed a finger at Caesar and said incredulously, "Don't you understand what you've done? And you're asking me to be quiet?"

"I'll make you pay! You bastard!"

Sia made a scene for half an hour before being taken away by the bodyguard who came to pick her up. Before leaving, Sia glared at him fiercely, as if to say, "Just you wait."

Caesar sighed.

"At least now she has a strong impression of me, regardless of what that impression is."

After a while, several people wearing coats and glasses, who looked like researchers, came in. They first asked Caesar about what happened at the top of the tower, then examined him, and then took out a form that consented to a blood test.

"For some reasons, we need to draw some blood from you. If you agree, please sign here," a tall man said to him.

Caesar probably knew that they suspected he was the cause of the Holy Sword's breakage, so they wanted to collect his blood. With just a drop of blood, he would reveal all his secrets to them.

Caesar did not hesitate, took the pen, and signed the form.

Then they brought out the blood-drawing equipment, took a drop of blood from his fingertip, and took it away.

Caesar wasn't worried about his blood being found to be problematic; he had already anticipated that, and the drop of blood given to them was white blood.

In their time, they understood the importance of blood to sorcerers. Therefore, in order to prevent situations where they had to use blood, they would use a secret technique to completely separate the magical elements from their blood, so that the separated blood would not contain any special properties.

Even the great sage of Fata couldn't detect anything wrong with the white blood Caesar separated.

They couldn't find anything wrong, so they just assumed there was something wrong with the holy sword.

However, the real problem was with the Holy Sword, although the cause of the problem was related to him.

After being asked a few more questions, Caesar was finally released.

He felt quite exhausted after this happened on the first day of school.

"Hey! You're out here!"

Looking towards the flowerbeds by the roadside, I saw Leon's blond hair.

"You haven't left yet?" Caesar said weakly.

"I'm waiting for someone." Leon jumped down from the flower bed, ran to his side, and patted him on the shoulder with a grin.

"But speaking of which, buddy, you've really become famous! I've been squatting here for a while and I've heard people talking about you at least ten times! They're all saying how brave you are, tackling that ferocious princess on the first day of school! I just guessed you wanted to get close to her, but I didn't expect it to be this kind of contact!"

Leon laughed heartily: "Some say you were so brave because you touched the Holy Sword, and that you were possessed by that swordsman!"

Caesar covered his face; his worst fears had come true. He really didn't want this unnecessary attention and hype.
"Maybe a lot of people will come looking for you later, so why don't you buy my social skills book? It will definitely come in handy."

"Caesar!"

In the distance, Yumilia's figure ran towards him.

“That’s…your sister? She’s so cute,” Leon said.
“That’s my parent,” Caesar said coldly.

“Oh,” Leon replied casually, then suddenly paused, startled:
"what?"

He stared in disbelief at Yumilia running towards him.

"So young!"

He noticed Caesar's gaze, shrank back, and chuckled, "I... I have something to do, I'll be going now."

(End of this chapter)