You think you're worthy of saving the world?

The girl continued, "Lord Euryphus is truly remarkable, worthy of your high regard."

Rosalia harbors special feelings for Euryph, the prophesied son—a fact that is no secret to the Grand Duchess's confidants.

However, they were unsure whether Rosalia considered Euryphus as a lover or simply as a potential partner for her daughter.

"Is this something remarkable?"

Rosalia placed the teacup back on the table, a mocking smile on her face. "Betty, weren't you a special student admitted to St. Cromwell back then?"

Hearing this, the girl lowered her head even further: "Your Highness, you flatter me! How can I possibly compare to Lord Euryphus..."

"Indeed, Yuri audited classes for two years before becoming a special admission student at the age of 14."

Betty, you were specially selected at the age of 10 to start studying at that school—you two really can't compare.

Rosalia covered her mouth and laughed, which made Betty feel a chill run down her spine, and she stared at the ground, speechless.

She knew perfectly well that the Grand Duchess was just joking.

“You actually… think Lord Euryphus is more remarkable, don’t you…” Betty began hesitantly.

Rosalia gave a wicked smile: "In three... no, two years, Euryphus will surpass you, won't he?"

"..."

Hearing her owner say that, Betty clenched her back teeth.

She is nineteen years old this year, two years older than Miss Celia.

She was originally the illegitimate daughter of a high-ranking official in the capital.

In countries where monogamy is practiced, illegitimate children have no right of inheritance and are not permitted by law.

If it weren't for Princess Rosalia discovering her talent, Betty would never have had the opportunity to study at that noble academy.

After graduating from seminary at top speed, Betty became Princess Rosalia's bodyguard, while her half-sister Patty became the princess's personal maid.

The girl knew very well that she and her sister were actually pawns used by Princess Rosalia to control their biological father...

Even so, kindness is kindness.

For the two sisters, Rosalia was like a mother to them.

Therefore, his desire to gain the Grand Duchess's approval was extremely strong.

"Even Your Highness makes mistakes in judgment sometimes... I will prove my excellence to you."

"You really dare to say that... Haha, okay, I'm not kidding anymore."

Rosalia remained noncommittal, then changed the subject.

"Now that Yuri has become a full-time student, shouldn't I give him something to congratulate him?"

Betty, what kind of gift do you think would be best for our birthday celebration?

"Lord Euryphus will surely be very happy to receive any gift from His Highness."

"very eloquent."

Rosalia was in a good mood. She tapped her chin with her finger and thought for a moment before speaking.

"Yuri is almost an adult, and he's lived in the Upper City for so long without a single personal servant..."

It must be very inconvenient to have nuns come and clean every few days, and people would easily gossip about it.

Little Yuri is clearly the child of prophecy, yet he's always so unconventional in this regard...that's why the nobles say he's a born commoner.

Rosalia thought to herself: Even though that's exactly what I like about him?

She didn't treat Stella like Yuri's servant at all.

The Grand Duchess could tell at a glance that Yuri's roommate was not the kind of woman who could serve others; in fact, Yuri might have to take care of her on a regular basis.

"Your Highness, what do you mean?" Betty asked.

Rosalia stared at the girl's face, a wicked smile playing on her lips: "I'm thinking, should I give Patty as a congratulatory gift to little Yuri this time?"

"what!"

Betty's eyes widened: "Are you sending my sister to Euryphus? Please, please wait a moment, Your Highness..."

The girl panicked for a moment, while the Grand Duchess smiled gently.

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously."

Rosalia waved her hand and said, "Even if I wanted to do that, the Papal Court would never approve."

After all, to outsiders, it would look like I'd planted a spy next to Yuri.

Betty breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly racked her brains, trying to think of a way to change the subject.

What if my master suddenly has a change of heart and gives me to Euryph instead of my sister?

"Speaking of which... there's been a strange rumor circulating in St. Cromwell these past couple of days."

Betty was initially hesitant about whether to tell Princess Rosalia about such trivial gossip and disturb her rest.

but--

This might be what Rosalia is most interested in.

"What rumors?"

"It's a rumor about Lord Euryphus."

A blush rose on Betty's cheeks, and she leaned close to the Grand Duchess's ear to whisper her report.

"The students at the seminary are saying... Lord Euryphus is hiding a monster..."

Betty's voice was filled with girlish shyness and disbelief.

"After all, she's my little Yuri, this is... normal... hmm?"

Rosalia blinked: "What kind of monster are you talking about?"

After being asked this question, Betty's cheeks flushed even more—as if everything was understood without words.

In fact, she didn't know what the monster actually meant.

However, the girl seemed certain that it must refer to the prophesied child...

Rosalia frowned slightly.

She recalled taking a bath with Yuri not long ago.

Little Yuri is truly amazing; she's completely different from when she was a child...

But she didn’t think about it too much at the time, and she never expected that she would be called a monster by other students!

Rosalia had never met any other men besides Yuri, so although she knew he was amazing, she had no one to compare him to.

"Betty, get me the ruler."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Three minutes later, Betty returned to the Grand Duchess and presented her with a ruler.

Rosalia spread her legs wide without any ladylike manners, recalling the scene she had witnessed that day, and began to measure her abdomen with a ruler.

"..."

The Grand Duchess's beautiful face first turned deathly pale, then flushed red.

"Little Yuri, please have a little understanding of this frail woman like me..."

She was initially worried that if she made a move on Yuri too early, it might have a negative impact on his physical development.

That's why Rosalia endured it all, guarding the last line of defense from beginning to end.

Thinking that once Yuri grows a little taller, then...

In retrospect, that idea was completely unnecessary.

"Gurgle...?"

Rosalia felt a surge of heat deep within her body: Little Yuri was already a very mature male...

"Betty, bring me my schedule for next month."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Rosalia licked her red lips.

She knew what gift to give to her beloved prophetic son.

……

……

……

Stella, are you there?

That evening, something happened that shocked Stella immensely—

Yuri didn't just barge into her room; instead, she knocked properly on the door.

While she was still hesitating whether an imposter had broken into her house and whether she should fire a magic bullet at the door, Yuri pushed the door open and entered.

"what?"

Stella asked with a sour face.

Just then, she noticed that there was an unfamiliar woman standing behind Yuri.

She looked to be around twenty-five years old, with beautiful short pink hair and exquisite, flawless features.

Although she was considerably older than Yuri, the woman stood behind him with her head bowed, dignified and quiet, remaining silent.

Good afternoon, Stella. How were you doing at home while I was at school?

Yuri walked into the house with a smug look on his face.

Stella, too lazy to engage with his pretentious greeting, raised an eyebrow to signal Yuri to stop talking nonsense and quickly introduce the woman behind him.

After their previous mission at the Elf Embassy, ​​Yuri and Stella had developed such a strong rapport that they could communicate through facial expressions and eye contact.