You think you're worthy of saving the world?

Missy, her face flushed, respectfully presented the whiteboard to the young man with both hands.

"Your Holiness...could you please sign your name for me?"

"Huh?" Yuri was stunned.

An elf actually asked a human for an autograph?

This was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing, and even Stella was stunned.

"Um... I think I misheard?" Yuri asked tentatively.

"You heard me right!"

Miss gripped the autograph board tightly, her voice and shoulders trembling: "Please sign this for me, Lord Euryphus!"

Yuri hesitated, then asked, "Miss... is your friend asking for my autograph?"

"no……"

Princess Eltia had instructed that we must not arouse any suspicion.

So Miss bit her lip and replied, "Not as a friend, but as someone who wants your autograph."

"Okay, that works."

Yuri readily accepted the autograph board and began signing it.

Stella nudged her elbow from the side and grinned mischievously, "...Are you quite famous in the Holy Tree Kingdom? Are you considered a hero?"

"No?" Yuri was also puzzled.

If he, the prophesied child, were truly revered in the Kingdom of the Sacred Tree, the elves would have tried to get close to him during the day, instead of waiting until now.

Could there be extreme fan groups like the "Church of God Yu" in the Kingdom of the Sacred Tree? Is she trying to sell my autograph for money?

Never mind, I'll just sign it.

Miss held her breath the entire time while waiting for the autograph.

"Hmph, and you still say you're not the elves' idol! You little devil who plays with women!"

The silver-haired girl's teasing was like sharp knives stabbing into her chest, making Miss feel so ashamed that she almost cried again.

Is he that happy? Yuri wondered, observing the elf's reaction.

"Do you want my name signed?" he asked.

“What signature?” Miss blinked.

"It's simply writing 'For Miss Miss' below the signature."

"Ah! No, no, that's not necessary! Your signature is enough! Thank you, thank you!"

So they really want to sell my autograph... Yuri thought to himself.

"Okay, done."

"Yes."

Miss carefully put the whiteboard away, then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Her Highness's top-secret mission is complete.

Just as she was about to take her leave—

“Miss Miss, could I also ask you for a favor?” Yuri asked somewhat embarrassedly.

"?"

Although Miss had a bad feeling, she couldn't refuse because of her pride.

"of course can."

Having received permission, the dark-haired boy excitedly took his water-based pen and sat down next to Miss.

He stared intently at Miss's high, full breasts and began to speak.

"Miss Miss, it just so happens that you are wearing white today."

"Consider it a buy-two-get-one-free deal. How about I sign your name on the clothes too?"

"what!?"

The elf and the witch in the room cried out at the same time.

In fact, Yuri had wanted to try doing this for a long time.

After achieving fame and success, he was asked by enthusiastic female fans to sign his body or clothes... I never expected the opportunity to come so soon!

Seeing Yuri's eager expression, Miss found it hard to refuse and could only nod in agreement.

This was the first time she had ever hated her proud pride as an elf so much.

"poor!"

Stella stormed up the stairs and went back to the attic.

Yuri didn't care at all. He got his wish and wrote his name on both pieces with a flourish of his pen.

"Okay... Ah, sorry."

After signing his name, Yuri instinctively patted his hand on the ground. Miss blushed and gritted her teeth, saying, "It's nothing, Lord Yurifis, please don't take it to heart."

"Yes, keep it safe." he said.

He thought to himself, "I'll sell it for a good price."

"Yes, yes, thank you!"

Pale-faced Missy fled Yuri's house as if running away.

On the way back, the Elf Girl, with her proud chest bearing the title of Child of Prophecy, also attracted the attention of countless passersby.

“Eulifus Falsion, you'll remember this…”

"To humiliate me like this in public... This is absolutely not going to end here...!!"

……

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……

St. Cromwell Theological Seminary, Faculty Office.

"Anna! My get out of class is over, let's go to the cafeteria for afternoon tea together!"

Eileen came to Annabelle's desk and excitedly took her friend's arm.

As the youngest head teacher in St. Cromwell, Erin possesses a beautiful face that is widely admired by all the boys in the school, as well as short, curly pink hair that exudes a fairytale charm.

Although she wore the same teacher's uniform as Annabelle, she gave off a completely different vibe, exuding the natural charm of a recent graduate, which was very endearing.

The warm and lovely Irene and the serious and aloof Annabelle,

In St. Cromwell Theological Seminary, which is filled with middle-aged male teachers, two radiant female teachers are the subject of countless male students' discussions during their leisure time.

"What are you looking at, Anna?"

Eileen noticed that her friend was reading a scroll of documents on the table with a furrowed brow, and reached out to pick it up.

"Wait...! Don't touch my things, Eileen!"

Annabelle stood up angrily, but Eileen pressed her face down and pushed her aside.

"Let me see... Euryphus Falsi... Hmm? Is this the young saint's personal information?"

Annabelle snatched the documents from her hand, angrily locked them in the drawer, and then said sternly with a tense face.

"I've told you so many times, don't touch my things without permission."

"I'm sorry, Anna~ I was wrong~"

Eileen clung to her friend's arm, swaying playfully, "Don't be angry, okay? Let's go get some tea!"

"……snort."

Annabelle wanted to continue scolding, but she softened in the end after Eileen's coaxing, and turned her face away with a cold snort.

"Let's go, my work for today is almost finished."

"Hehehe~ Anna is so nice, I like you the most~"

Annabelle, with Irene's arm around her, walked out of the office.

"Speaking of which, what happened to the young saint? Anna was looking at his file just now, wasn't she?"

"I ran into Euryphus a few days ago."

Annabelle frowned and said, "That kid... he actually intends to become a special recruit in St. Cromwell and is working hard to advance his rank."

"Oh... so that child was serious?" Eileen exclaimed in surprise.

The purple-haired female teacher crossed her arms and showed a dissatisfied expression: "Principal Joseph was just giving him a way out. He really doesn't know his place!"

Eileen also attended the previous teachers' meeting.

At that meeting, Annabelle strongly opposed Euryphus becoming a special admissions student for the school.

However, in the end, the minority yielded to the majority, and the teachers' meeting approved Euryphus's special admission qualification—provided that he must obtain proof of the third rank.

Annabelle was actually very satisfied with the result. After all, the Prophet was still without a rank until the beginning of this year, and for him to become a third-ranked being with his talent was simply a pipe dream.

The other head teachers, including Eileen, felt the same way; none of them believed Yuri could meet the conditions—so it was essentially a polite refusal.

"That's surprising. I thought he would give up easily," Eileen said, stroking her chin.

"Hmph, he's still spouting nonsense in front of me."

"What did the young saint say?"

Eileen asked curiously, but Annabelle didn't seem to intend to answer.

She curled her beautiful yet sarcastic lips into a sneer and said, "I made a bet with him."

"Sigh... Anna is still the same as ever, she likes to make bets with people."

"What?" Annabelle frowned.