You think you're worthy of saving the world?

"Your Highness Cecilia, have you tried the soy milk that the academy cafeteria recently introduced? The taste is absolutely horrible! Who on earth invented that stuff?! Hahaha!"

"Haha, that's true..."

Wilson and Cecilia were still chatting.

Do you two have that much to talk about?

Upon closer inspection, Cecilia's eyes darted around as she spoke, glancing at Yuri every now and then.

"I see."

He suddenly realized: I'm afraid... Cecilia doesn't even know who he is.

The other person suddenly came over and started chatting enthusiastically. Out of politeness as a classmate, she couldn't refuse, but she didn't even know the other person's name.

Yuri thought to herself: If it were me, I would definitely cry.

No, Cecilia probably just thinks Wilson is my friend, which is why she's willing to chat with him...

He is not my friend.

This situation was going to go on forever, so Yuri decided to help Cecilia out of it.

"Wilson!"

"……what!"

Wilson was startled when his name was called out loudly, and then frowned unhappily when he realized that it was the Child of Prophecy calling him.

He looked at Yuri, a surge of intense dissatisfaction welling up inside him: How could he be so rude!

As expected of a commoner brat, even growing up in the Vatican can't change his despicable nature!

To call a nobleman by his name in public... that's simply incomprehensible!

Let alone commoners, even someone as noble and transcendent as Princess Cecilia would use honorifics when addressing nobles of lower status...

Huh? Princess Cecilia doesn't seem to have called out her own name yet?

Wilson carefully recalled the conversation, but couldn't find a single instance of "Sword Maiden" calling him by his name.

Just as he was scratching his head and racking his brains—

Yuri grabbed Cecilia's wrist as if asserting his dominance: "Don't you see how bothersome she is? Wilson, stop bothering her."

092 The correct usage of Cecilia

"Eulifuss...how could you speak to me like that!"

Wilson's face flushed red.

He probably never imagined that the son who had been bowing and scraping to him at school until just a week ago, and even running errands to buy him bread, would have this attitude today.

This guy, who only got into the seminary through privileged connections, has repeatedly spoken rudely to Princess Cecilia!

Is there something wrong with what I said?

Yuri turned to the blonde knight and smiled, "Never mind, let's go."

"Ah... um, um! See you at school, Wilson!"

Cecilia nodded to Wilson and then quickly followed Yuri.

However, before they had taken two steps, something fell at Yuri's feet.

They are white gloves.

"Euphorus Falción! Savior of prophecy, I challenge you to a simulated knightly duel!"

Wilson's expression was righteous, and his voice was loud: "If you lose, you must release the poor girl whose human rights you have taken from her! Release her from slavery and give her her freedom!"

It was not uncommon for students of St. Cromwell Theological Seminary to engage in duels, but Wilson was the first to challenge the Son of Prophecy.

He had his own sense of righteousness: even if the other party was the Son of God, he would not hesitate to go to the rescue of the common girl who had been kidnapped and enslaved by the Holy Son. What a noble character!

Isn't this the very chivalry that's been gradually disappearing among young people lately?

The nobles, citizens, and priests strolling beneath the statue of the Virgin Mary all wore expressions of surprise and admiration.

Many of them were also unhappy about Euryphus's ostentatious display of female slaves in public a few days ago, and were secretly pleased at that moment.

"No."

Yuri rejected the duel invitation without hesitation: he was not a formal student yet, and there would be no academic credits for accepting the duel.

“Pick up the gloves from the ground.”

Wilson, without looking away, said seriously, "Although you are not officially enrolled, you are an auditor at St. Cromwell, so you should accept my challenge."

Yuri explained to him helplessly, "I don't have student status right now, so even if I beat you, I won't get any credits."

"W-What...Child of Prophecy! Do you really think you've defeated me?"

Wilson suddenly became even angrier, even though Yuri was just trying to reason with him.

According to Wilson's intelligence, Euryphus doesn't even have a rank, while he is a well-trained and highly skilled knight who is about to be promoted to the second rank!

With such a huge gap in strength, how could he even dare to think about it?

"This isn't about credits! It's about your misconduct!"

Wilson shouted, “Savior, if you are also a proud and honorable knight, then draw your sword!”

Others might choose to fawn over you, but I'm different... I believe in "justice" more than so-called "prophecy"!

I will never compromise. Today I will make you understand your mistakes!

"Wait...wait a minute! Wilson! You've misunderstood Yuri, he's not..."

Cecilia anxiously tried to smooth things over: "He actually has his reasons..."

"Your Highness, please be quiet!" Wilson interrupted her.

Normally, he would never dare to speak to the Grand Duke's daughter like that, but now he was completely carried away.

My mind was filled with boiling passion, and my heart was overflowing with a sense of justice.

"Even if I am a full-time student at the seminary, there is no reason why I have to accept your duel."

In contrast to him, Yuri was unusually calm.

He's even seen the true form of an evil god recently, so how could he possibly be emotionally affected by such a low-level student argument?

In Yuri's view, Wilson was no different from any other high school student who wanted to stand out in front of the school beauty.

"You just insulted me! Since you refuse to accept the duel, you must apologize to me here!"

Upon hearing this, Yuri looked puzzled: "Didn't you just declare war on me because of the female slaves? How did it come to me speaking rudely to you?"

"So, what reason do you intend to use to challenge me to a duel, young Master Wilson?"

"Well……!!!"

The blond youth's lips twitched, and he took half a step back.

Yuri astutely saw through the fact that the other party was merely using the pretext of righteousness to propose a private duel.

In the continent of Diamat, if a nobleman feels insulted by a commoner while walking down the street, he can challenge him to a duel.

Commoners would typically choose to settle things amicably and kneel down to apologize, while noblemen would magnanimously wave their hands, indicating that the matter would be forgiven.

This process is an order and tradition that has been passed down in human society for thousands of years.

It was legal and legitimate, but it certainly couldn't be considered a chivalrous duel full of righteousness; it was more of a private fight.

"Is he just picking a fight with the Child of Prophecy?" "Isn't the Child of Prophecy still a minor? Is it doctrinal for an adult to initiate a mock duel against a minor?"

The onlookers began to discuss it animatedly.

Their chatter was like slaps to Wilson's face, making him blush with embarrassment.

Wilson gritted his teeth, and finally steeled himself: "Fine, fine! Euryphus, I'm going to talk about how you insulted me!"

"Wilson, where exactly did I insult you?"

Yuri innocently retorted, "Am I supposed to kneel down when I see you?"

"..."

The blond youth couldn't explain himself, and his expression became increasingly distorted.

Yuri's act of calling a nobleman by his first name, if examined closely, could indeed be considered inappropriate, but not insulting. Wilson was simply being unreasonable—or so it seemed from a bystander's perspective.

However, Wilson's perspective presents a different picture:

The cowardly commoner saint who used to be so obsequious and subservient to me, running errands for me and buying me bread, has suddenly become so rude today, showing me no respect at all!

This huge psychological gap was the deepest insult to Wilson.

Who gave him the courage? Does he look down on me?

Amid the pointing fingers and whispers of onlookers, Wilson's anger reached its peak, but he restrained himself.

"Eulifus! You ill-mannered commoner! I'll let this go today, I won't hold it against you!"

After all, it can't be entirely your fault, because you didn't have parents who taught you how to speak to nobles—”

——————Smack! !

With a loud bang, a chilling whirlwind swept across the entire street.

Yuri felt his body enveloped by an immense aura, obscuring his vision.

When Yuri opened his eyes, he saw Cecilia's beautiful back right in front of him.

Her slender, jade-like arm, encased in a long white silk glove, hung suspended in mid-air.

Wilson was sent flying by her, spinning several times in the air like a top before finally crashing heavily ten meters away.

A slap without hesitation.

No one expected her to make a move.

The blond, blue-eyed boy struggled to his feet, covered his numb cheek, and wore an expression of disbelief.

From Yuri's angle, she couldn't see her expression, but all she could see was a mixture of astonishment and fear in Wilson's eyes as he was being looked down upon.

"What...what are you planning to do! Cecilia! This has nothing to do with you!"