You think you're worthy of saving the world?

"..."

Yuri stood at the door with his hands in his pockets and muttered something under his breath.

Boxing match... was that also part of Sir Morley's calculations?

That guy, it seems, has more than just a muscular build.

After a few bursts of laughter, the members realized they had made a fool of themselves and their expressions turned serious again.

A tense atmosphere filled the air. The members of the dueling club exchanged glances and immediately understood the newcomer's intentions.

"Looks like they really are here to challenge us."

"What a courage."

"Two people dared to come and challenge us? We've been underestimated."

Do you think you have a chance just because the minister isn't here today?

"Dear seniors."

Yuri glanced around the classroom and asked, "Is it too late to register for the boxing match?"

Upon hearing this, the members were taken aback at first, and then they all revealed sly smiles.

"Come in, Child of Prophecy, let your seniors pamper you."

Yuri smiled, snapped his knuckles, and stepped into the clubroom.

"Ah... wait for me, Yuri-kun! Sorry to bother you!"

Camus bowed and quickly followed, closing the classroom door behind him.

……

……

……

"————Thump."

After more than an hour of noise, the dueling club's room returned to quiet.

The door was pushed open again.

A figure, leaning against the door frame, staggered back into the corridor with heavy, exhausted steps.

—It is Euryphus.

When he went in, he was wearing a brand new and clean school uniform, but now it is tattered.

In addition, his face and body were covered in wounds, and his tattered uniform was stained with mottled blood—though most of it was the blood of his opponents.

The prophesied child's body was covered in wounds, and from a distance, he looked incredibly heroic, as if he had just returned from a deadly battle.

Behind him, in the clubroom, were members of the Duel Club lying sprawled on the floor.

They were beaten black and blue, lying motionless on the ground, occasionally letting out a groan or two.

After a fierce battle, Yuri emerged victorious in the survival-style boxing match, subduing them all with force.

The rules of boxing prohibit attacks on the eyes and groin; only punches are permitted.

Anything is acceptable except for this, until the last person standing is the champion.

In other words, the competition allows the use of magic and spiritual power.

In terms of fighting skills and physical fitness alone, Yuri doesn't have much of an advantage over the older students.

However, if we take spiritual power and magical power into account, that's a different story.

Moreover, their rules are a very basic battle royale survival mode, and Yuri has an overwhelming advantage in terms of battery life.

With a bit of luck, Yuri managed to defeat everyone without serious injury.

However, he had exhausted all his spiritual and magical power and was almost unable to get up from the ground.

"Yuri! Wait! Let me help you with your treatment!"

Camus, the only spectator in this fierce match, rushed out right behind Yuri, clutching the trophy she had won.

"Although I'm not very good at healing magic, I can still handle simple emergency treatments."

Camus was about to use his divine magic to heal Yuri

"stop!"

A voice came from behind.

The two turned around and saw an older student who had been knocked down by Yuri's two punches earlier.

"what happened?"

Yuri raised an eyebrow: "I won. As agreed, I'm taking the trophy."

"You can have the trophy however you want! We lost to you, we accept it wholeheartedly, but..."

He struggled to prop himself up from the floor, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "Those wounds are a man's medals, don't defile them with magic!"

“…Haha.”

Hearing him say that, Yuri sighed.

Among a small group of fighting game enthusiasts, there exists an extreme view that healing magic and divine arts are a desecration of the physical body.

The accumulated physical pain can make the spirit and soul stronger.

Healing spells, which instantly erase pain, are like turning back time, preventing players from growing stronger in combat.

Yuri, who had access to the character panel, was well aware that this was just superstition: healing skills would not cause the gained experience points to be lost.

But... I think I had a pretty good time today.

Yuri turned to Yuri and said, "Okay, I promise you... I'll stay like this at school, and I'll get treatment when we get back."

After saying that, he turned around unsteadily.

Camus came to Yuri's side, lifted his arm and put it on his shoulder, and helped him out of the dueling club's room.

As they walked through the seminary campus, Yuri and Camus received many stares from other students.

Everyone was talking about what had happened, and then a student said she heard noises coming from the dueling club room on the third floor.

Presumably, by tomorrow morning, news of Euryphus's solo victory over the Duel Club will have spread throughout the seminary.

"Are you really okay? Yuri, you're badly injured."

Camus, supporting himself on Yuri's arm, asked with a worried expression, "So, I'll have to use my divine magic to heal you after all."

"It's alright, Camus, just call me a public carriage."

Yuri was thinking that rather than letting the half-baked Camus treat her, he'd rather show off in front of her until the very end.

I'll ask Anna or Eileen to treat me when I get home.

"Hmm... okay, I understand."

Camus helped Yuri stand on the street outside the school, waiting for the carriage.

Just as she was about to wave, a luxurious carriage stopped in front of them.

A beautiful face, bathed in the red glow of the setting sun, appeared behind the car window.

"……what?"

Yuri looked up and was momentarily speechless when he recognized the face.

"When did you return to the Holy See...?"

The blonde woman ignored Yuri, raised an eyebrow, and said to Camus, "You, put him in my car."

She didn't consult anyone's opinion, but instead issued orders from a superior position.

"Ah... yes."

Camus instinctively helped Yuri toward the carriage.

She couldn't resist, because the blonde beauty's words contained a certain power, a power that could control people's hearts.

Because she is Rosalia Valentine Augusta.

128 Secret Rendezvous in a Carriage

"Ah, I'll sit here."

"Come here."

After getting into the luxurious carriage with a bewildered look on his face, Yuri intended to sit in the opposite seat, but Rosalia forcibly pulled him to sit next to her.

Rosalia is wearing a deep purple haute couture gown today.

As expected of a royal commission, it is stunningly matched with the Grand Duchess, exuding glamour, allure, and nobility, while also radiating dignified elegance.

Although the amount of skin exposed is very small, the perfect tailoring design reveals her curvaceous figure, making her more alluring and charming than vulgar clothes that only rely on showing skin to attract attention.

"How about it?"

Noticing Yuri's gaze wandering over her body, Rosalia pinched her chin and smiled charmingly.

"What do you mean, how?" Yuri looked away, pretending not to understand.

Rosalia stared intently at his face and spoke.

"Did you know that among the upper-class nobles of the empire, every formal suit is only worn once in a lifetime?"

No matter how expensive the dress is, it is usually only worn to show off at important banquets or ceremonies, and once worn, it will never be worn a second time.

Although I loathe these outdated and extravagant aristocratic rules, Ronald kept nagging me to consider the royal family's reputation.

"Uh……"

Ronald seems to be the name of an imperial emperor.

Yuri paused for a moment, then seemed to understand what the Grand Duchess was trying to say.

Rosalia placed her slender, long fingers on her proud breasts that supported the front of her dress.

"This dress was a gift from Celestia when I was 19."