You think you're worthy of saving the world?

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As evening fell, the streets of the Upper Town were bathed in the beautiful sunset.

A peculiar figure appeared at the entrance of the viscount's mansion where Euryphus lived.

It was his teacher in St. Cromwell, Annabelle.

Annabelle wore a black business suit, just like always.

It was obvious that she had just left the seminary and hadn't had time to change her clothes.

This afternoon, Annabelle received Yuri's message:

"Teacher Anna, your maid outfit is finished."

Please come to my house after school tomorrow to try on the new clothes and see if they fit, then we'll keep our bet.

Although Yuri said that, Annabelle couldn't wait until tomorrow.

She has been going through a lot of agonizing times these past few days.

Even though she had a thousand reasons not to, she would never break her promise, so she decided to start and finish as soon as possible.

She kept reassuring herself that it was just a week as a maid, and that she could just bear with it.

She thought this on her way here.

But when she actually got there, she hesitated again.

Annabelle's father held the title of viscount in Alsace.

Although she wasn't particularly distinguished, she was still a pampered young lady from a wealthy family, and naturally, she had never worn a maid outfit before.

Annabelle recalled her school days when there was a craze among the girls in her class to wear maid outfits.

Eileen really wanted to wear it and even encouraged her to wear it too, but Annabelle coldly refused.

I never imagined that I would be 25 years old soon and still have to wear a maid outfit to please men.

But that man was none other than Euryphus Falsion…

She was once incredibly obsessed and fanatical about the prophesied son, but later came to loathe him utterly.

Annabelle took a deep breath, slowly raised her arm, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened.

"Why so long?"

Annabelle crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow in annoyance.

Good evening, Ms. Anna.

The black-haired boy who came out to greet him said.

Annabelle raised an eyebrow and gave a cold snort: "Stop with the hypocritical nonsense and let me in."

Yuri smiled and said, "That's true. It's not convenient to talk standing at the door. Let's go inside."

123 I am your and her master

Annabelle followed Yuri into the house.

As soon as she entered the living room, she saw a black and white maid outfit laid out on the sofa.

It was supposed to be a set of two pieces, but Eileen has already put hers on.

"Teacher Anna... no, is it alright for me to call you Anna now?"

Yuri asked after sitting down on the sofa.

"up to you."

Annabelle kept her eyes fixed on the scant maid outfit.

“It suits your nouveau riche taste perfectly, Euryphus Falción.”

Yuri didn't care about her sarcasm: "Try on the clothes first, and we'll talk about the rest after you change."

"……snort."

Annabelle walked over to Yuri, bent down and picked up the maid outfit, then walked towards the tea room he pointed to.

Five minutes later, she reappeared in the living room.

Although it's the same style of maid outfit, it looks completely different on Anna.

Standing at nearly 170cm tall, when dressed in a maid outfit, she exudes more of a mature woman's voluptuous sexiness than cuteness or elegance.

Her large expanse of snow-white skin exposed to the air, her prominent breasts and pert buttocks, along with her slender waist, exuded an alluring charm.

Ms. Eileen's figure was already outstanding enough, but Ms. Anna's alluring curves even surpassed hers.

"Ugh...!"

Annabelle, who is used to wearing neutral clothing, has never shown such a large area of ​​skin before.

Now, her sharp yet dignified face was flushed with a faint blush, and her full lips were pressed tightly together in shame, making one want to humiliate her mercilessly.

While she was changing, Yuri didn't just wait around; instead, she sat on the sofa and started reading.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the stunning scenery that belonged only to him, thinking to himself: Teacher Anna, she is an absolute stunner as long as she doesn't speak.

"I'm speechless! How can there be such a shameless outfit in the world...!"

Even dressed as a maid, Annabelle still exuded a queenly aura, standing with one hand on her hip, gritting her teeth and muttering.

Yuri raised an eyebrow, then, without looking up, gave the order: "Go and make me a cup of black tea, Anna."

"...!"

Annabelle's lips twitched slightly, and an unnamed fire ignited in her chest.

She had expected to see the lecherous expression and eyes of the prophetic child, but instead she was met with an unprecedented cold reception.

I spent ages changing into these filthy clothes, and you didn't even look up at me!?

Annabelle bit her lip, hummed "Okay," and then stomped her high heels on the floor, making a sharp sound, before turning and going into the kitchen.

Five minutes later, she returned to the living room and slammed the steaming teacup onto the table in front of Yuri.

"The tea is here."

Yuri was still holding the book, but after glancing up at it, he said calmly.

"The water temperature is too high, pour it out and soak it again."

"…………ah?"

Annabelle's eyes widened, wondering if she had misheard.

She had anticipated that Yuri might cause trouble, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon—

My very first job was met with malicious criticism.

Is the water temperature too high? Should I use cold water instead of boiling water to soak it?

Yuri, still staring at the book in his hands, explained to her, "You should use 85-degree water to brew tea, not boiling water at 100 degrees."

Tea brewed directly with boiling water tastes terrible, very astringent... Shouldn't this be common sense when brewing black tea?

Yuri wasn't nitpicking; he was stating the facts.

Generally speaking, 85 degrees Celsius is considered the optimal water temperature for brewing black tea, as it can fully extract the aroma and flavor of the tea while avoiding the bitterness that may result from high temperatures.

Annabelle, however, was a coffee lover and unaware of this basic knowledge about black tea.

"It's normal that you didn't notice these details since it's your first time working as a maid. I don't blame you. Just throw it away and make a fresh batch."

Hearing him say that, Annabelle clenched her fists: You're just a commoner, yet you're so particular! Aren't you afraid I'll spiel your tea?!

Despite cursing inwardly, the purple-haired maid obediently took the teacup to the kitchen to brew it again.

This time, the water was made strictly according to Yuri's requirement of 85 degrees Celsius. Annabelle wanted to see how much more he could nitpick if she did everything perfectly.

The black-haired boy casually picked up the teacup and took a small sip: "Hmm, not bad... For a first time, it's quite well brewed."

Yuri not only didn't find fault with her, but actually praised her, which surprised Annabelle.

She quickly shook her head, trying to shake off the inexplicable feeling of happiness that had arisen in her mind.

"Next, could you massage my shoulders?"

Yuri issued the next order.

Annabelle walked behind the sofa and placed her hands on Yuri's shoulders, then she spoke again.

"You probably saw it this morning, right? My duel on the playground."

Annabelle massaged Yuri's shoulders while coldly saying, "Didn't you see anything? What duel?"

Yuri laughed and said, "Don't play dumb. I saw you standing by the window of the teaching building, biting your handkerchief and wiping away tears."

"Who, who's wiping away tears!" Annabelle shouted.

"So you were watching after all." Yuri smiled.

"Ugh...!"

She then realized that she had fallen into Yuri's trap once again.

"A third-tier unit defeating a second-tier unit isn't exactly something to brag about!"

Annabelle snorted dismissively.

Yuri smiled but didn't say anything more.

Annabelle's long fingers kneaded his shoulders, her technique, to be honest, quite clumsy.

After all, she probably had no experience giving massages to others, which is normal.

"enough."

Ten minutes later, Yuri gestured for her to stop, then glanced at her.