Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 92 Let Me Hug You
Now, looking back at how Yumilia looked when she first met him, he finally understands the kind of feelings she had for him back then.

She poured all the love she had lost for her family into him.

“Even now, I still don’t have the courage to face her as her mother,” Freya said, her head bowed, her hands clenched tightly, her eyes filled with struggle.

Even if she forgives me, I can't forgive myself.

"It's also because of my own actions that I couldn't expect her to accept me again after I abandoned her that night."

“But you must confess to her,” Caesar suddenly said.
"No matter how Yumilia sees you now, no matter if she holds a grudge against you, you have to tell her that you haven't abandoned her. You have to let her know that she has never been abandoned and that she still has a mother."

Caesar stared intently at her and said in a heavy tone.

Freya opened her mouth, her lips trembling slightly.

"You're right, Caesar. You're right."

She clutched her chest, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself.

"But please give me a little more time, I will confess everything to her."

Caesar nodded: "Sure, feel free to ask if you need anything. After all, this is my family matter."

Freya was wrong to abandon Yumilia back then, but over the years she and Yumilia have both suffered the pain of losing loved ones. Yumilia still has Caesar by her side, while Freya has truly been alone for nearly thirty years.

Freya opened her eyes and smiled at him: "Thank you, Caesar, thank you for listening to me."

The atmosphere quieted down, and after a moment, Freya looked slightly awkward and hesitated before saying:
"Um, can I hug you?"

"what?"

Caesar was taken aback, not expecting to receive such a request.

Freya's pretty face was filled with shyness:

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just suddenly realized that having such a sensible and beautiful family member like you is a real surprise and delight. I've never experienced anything like it before, so..."

She was even a little nervous, and quickly smiled and said, "If you think it's strange, then forget it."

Caesar looked at the helpless woman, sighed, and stepped forward to stand in front of Freya, opening his arms slightly.

Freya's face lit up with an indescribable joy, and her complexion flushed. She opened her slender arms and pulled Caesar into her embrace.

At first, her movements were very gentle, but soon she could no longer suppress her excitement and unconsciously increased the strength of her embrace, holding him tightly. Caesar buried his head in her broad chest, and he could feel her heart beating faster in his ear.

Freya's embrace was soft and warm, carrying a similar scent and temperature to Yumilia's.
She stroked Caesar's hair at the back of his head and his shoulders, and could clearly feel the immense happiness and satisfaction emanating from him, just like an elderly person who had been living alone for many years suddenly seeing their grandson return from the city.

“Thank you, Caesar. Yumilia is so lucky to have a child like you,” she said softly.

“I’m the lucky one,” Caesar whispered.

If Yumilia hadn't sacrificed so much for him back then, he wouldn't have been resurrected in this world.

This young girl, still so naive, did everything a mother could do for him.

“I will ask for her opinion, but if she ultimately decides not to accept you, I will maintain the same stance,” Caesar said.

Freya gently stroked Caesar's back and softly hummed in agreement.

Gusger Collectibles Shop.

"To be honest, Caesar, you really scared me last time. When I saw the news that something had happened to Drendin, my hands were numb."

When Caesar came to the shop again that day, the owner of the shop, Mr. Kodin, patted his forehead and said with lingering fear.

"After all, I was the one who directed you to the city of Drenden, but how could I have imagined that something would happen on the very day you arrived? Especially when I heard that Lawrence's house was also destroyed and reduced to ruins, I almost went to the police station to turn myself in."

"There's no need to feel so guilty, Mr. Cordin," Caesar said with a helpless smile.
"Actually, I was lucky. The accident happened not long after I arrived there. I hadn't even left the train station, so I didn't know what had happened. I just got home very late because the trains were canceled. Other than that, it didn't have that much of an impact."

“That really was thanks to the Holy Mother.” Cordin made a slightly awkward cross in front of him.

“Well then, I’ll give you a break this week. You really need to rest more,” Cordin said. “Oh, right, and this too.”

He went to the cupboard and took out the echo jar.

"Take this for now. Weren't you going to give it to that grandfather?"

“Well, I haven’t even worked for two months yet,” Caesar said.

"Oh, it's alright, it's alright. You're such a sensible child, do you think I'd let you run away? Just consider it an advance payment of your salary," Boss Koding said, waving his hand.

"Well, besides, you can probably tell that this isn't actually that valuable, it's not worth the price tag." He chuckled awkwardly. "I feel a bit greedy to give it to you as my salary, you've helped me a lot."

"Is that so?" Caesar shifted his gaze slightly.

“Oh, right, boss, there’s something else I’d like to buy,” Caesar said. “Hmm? What is it?”

Caesar pointed to the music box on the shelf, the one Yumilia had lingered over before. Cordin walked over and took down the antique-looking little trinket.

"this one?"

“Yes, Yumilia saw this last time and seemed to really like it, so I’d like to buy it as well,” Caesar said.

“I see. Then let’s have a Golden Lang.” Kodin said.

Caesar paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Boss, let's just go with the normal price."

He knew to some extent that although it was so old, it was definitely worth more than that.

"Hey, it's nothing valuable, just pretty old and worthless. I'll just give it to you as a gift," Cordin waved his hand and said repeatedly. "Besides, Mother's Day is in a couple of days, and I think you're trying to get a good gift for Yumilia, right?"

"This"

Caesar looked at Cordin's sincere attitude and smiled genuinely: "Alright, thank you then, boss."

I got home. It's Saturday, but Yumilia was called to a meeting at the botanical garden, so no one was home.

He returned to his room, opened the large wooden chest he was carrying, inside which were an echo jar and the small music box.

He first took out the music box.

It is indeed very old, with obvious wear on the spring, the wooden casing has lost its luster, and the paint is also mottled, but you can still see that the carved pattern on it is very beautiful, a circle of birds holding branches and leaves.

Upon closer inspection, a small, knife-carved smiley face pattern was discovered in a corner.

He wound the spring twice, and a lively yet slightly husky musical sound flowed out. The top shell opened, and a golden dancer appeared on tiptoe, rising and falling with the music.

It was an ordinary music box, but it caught Yumilia's attention at that time, and it was clear that she was interested in more than just the box itself.

"Could it be an item lost in the past?"

He thought about it and hid it in the closet, intending to give it to her on the holiday.

Next up is this echo jar.

Just to be on the safe side, Caesar took the Echo Jar to the Realm of No Form before opening it.

Standing before the throne, he infused his magic into the jar.

Every time he opened one of these jars in the past, he felt like he was drawing a card. There was no other reason than that different colors of light would burst out from inside the jar the moment it was opened.

White light means it's ordinary, blue light means it's okay, purple means you can make a profit to some extent, gold means you'll make a fortune, and if it's just a color, then it means you've opened a top-tier treasure.

But the light shining through the jar now is not any of the colors white, blue, purple, or gold.

It's freaking black?

"What is this thing?" Caesar asked in astonishment.

With a snap, the jar shattered, the black light vanished, and inside remained only a roll of parchment and a small, graphite-like object.

This "graphite tablet" is the carrier of the spell, known as the Gewen tablet. It contains all the information of the spell and allows people to master the spell in the shortest amount of time.

This is also a major feature of the Echo Jar: the spells you buy don't require much time to learn; you can buy them in the morning and use them in the afternoon.

Caesar opened the parchment first.

The inscription was written in Hermogol, the high-level mage script that is on the verge of being lost.

Caesar attempted to interpret only one sentence:
"This is my life's work, the ultimate art of time, which I call: The Flow Tracer."

"What on earth is it?"

Driven by great curiosity, Caesar used analysis on the stone tablet, and after a short while, the results were as follows:

[Tracer: After use, leaves a beacon at the user's location. Three seconds later, time rewinds to the beacon's location, refreshing all statuses. *Can only be used once every 48 hours.]

Caesar's eyes widened, and he rubbed them in disbelief.

Even in the past, when magic was abundant, time-related magic was taboo. High-level mages could fold space and teleport instantly, but they could not alter time in the slightest.
Time moves eternally forward; this is the iron law of the entire universe and the most fundamental logic.

Even if it's just a three-second backflow, it's practically a divine feat.

If this spell is truly effective, then it means that...

Only God could have created it.

(End of this chapter)