You think you're worthy of saving the world?

The three of them spent an afternoon strolling around the shopping street on the weekend, visiting every corner of it.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

"it is good."

The mother and daughter sat at opposite ends of a bench, waiting for their "husband" to return.

"I really had a great time today."

Rosalia crossed her long, voluptuous legs and looked at the crowd in front of her.

“Yes, Mother.” Cecilia nodded.

“I only found out today that my daughter is a bad child,” Rosalia said with a smile.

"Well……"

Cecilia bit her lip.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone around her has unanimously praised her as an excellent and good child.

She was gentle, kind, virtuous, and hated evil... she was the embodiment of perfection in people's hearts.

When did I start wanting to meet everyone's expectations?

"But when she met Yuri, her true colors came out," Rosalia teased. "Jealous, petty, and with a sharp tongue."

"Mother...Mother, are you criticizing me?"

"It's not a criticism, is it? I just like this about you. What I wanted to say is..."

Rosalia turned her face and said earnestly, "You are truly my daughter. It's so wonderful to have you."

"!"

Cecilia almost burst into tears.

There is no higher praise than this.

The praise from those around her was utterly worthless compared to her mother's words, "She is indeed my daughter."

I want to cry, but I can't.

If she cried, her mother would surely laugh at her mercilessly; the Grand Duchess, however, wore a delighted smile on her face.

"Ah, she cried." Rosalia covered her mouth and laughed.

"I didn't cry!"

Cecilia rubbed her face haphazardly with her arm and blinked her slightly reddened eyes.

"I will not lose to Mother."

"Why are you saying that all of a sudden?" Rosalia tilted her head.

“I will be number one in Yuri’s heart… I don’t need Mother’s humility.”

The girl said resolutely.

She spent far more time with Yuri than her mother did with him.

She would do anything else... but on this one thing, she didn't want to show weakness to her mother.

"Oh, really? Then you'll just have to wait and see how I crush you."

The Grand Duchess raised an eyebrow, rose from the bench, and greeted the black-haired boy who was walking towards her.

"Yuri, I've been walking all day, I'm so tired~"

Glancing at Cecilia's surprised expression, Rosalia hugged the boy's arm tightly and said in a seductive voice.

"Shall we find a hotel to rest for a bit?"

132 First Experience

Cecilia stood in the hotel bathroom, gazing at her true self reflected in the mirror.

Her slender waist had no excess fat, yet her overall figure exuded a soft, feminine touch and graceful curves.

Her skin was as white as cream, and as delicate as if it could be broken with a touch.

Like a fruit, abundant and weighty in its presence.

Unlike her childhood self, this body is now a truly charming young woman's body.

Cecilia occasionally uses the school's public bathroom or changing room with the rest of the Lily Cross group, and she always receives praise and envy from Ruby and the others.

"Your Highness has such a nice body!"

"How exactly do I work out to get a figure like that?"

"This is a bit too exciting for little Yuri~ Hehe."

At that time, Cecilia did not take those words to heart.

Cecilia always harshly criticizes Safia for making jokes about her and Yuri.

Although Cecilia values ​​her appearance, she always holds herself to the standards of a knight and a member of the Augusta Royal Family, rather than by the standards of a woman.

She never considered the issue of makeup, leaving that to the maids in the house, let alone managing her figure and weight.

But recently, she has become more and more concerned about her appearance, and has even started asking others for advice on dressing and beauty.

"Can I beat that person... I guess I still can't..."

The girl gazed at herself in the mirror and murmured to herself.

Although her figure was outstanding among her peers, it paled in comparison to Grand Duchess Rosalia.

It's not a matter of numbers, but rather a feminine charm that's hard to describe in words.

Grand Duchess Rosalia, whose every gesture exudes overwhelming charm...

Standing next to her, I felt like an overdeveloped little girl.

Only her bust size was barely up to par; in every other aspect, she seemed very immature.

Thinking of this, Cecilia couldn't help but sigh softly, feeling an unbearable sense of unease.

"Cecilia? How long are you going to stay outside?"

An impatient female voice came from the other side of the frosted glass.

"Oh, sorry! I'll be right in!"

Cecilia hurriedly grabbed a towel and pushed open the bathroom door.

In the hotel bathroom is Rosalia, soaking in the bathtub.

She had her soft, golden curls piled up high, and a bath towel wrapped around her body accentuated her curvaceous figure.

"Don't keep Yuri waiting too long."

Rosalia glanced at Cecilia, who was standing in the doorway.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Cecilia went to the shower and let the hot water flow over her shoulders, back, and legs.

Rosalia originally suggested that the three of them take a bath together again, as they used to, but Cecilia strongly objected.

It wasn't that she was ashamed to show her skin in front of Yuri, but rather—

Cecilia simply didn't have the courage to let Yuri compare her figure to Rosalia's.

Finally, at her insistence, the man and woman entered the bathroom separately.

Yuri had already finished showering and was now waiting for them in her hotel room.

"Cecilia, let me help you wash your back," Rosalia called out.

"No, thank you!"

Cecilia hurriedly refused, quickly rinsed off, and came out of the bathroom.

"Let's not keep Yuri waiting too long."

"makes sense."

Valentine and his son emerged from the bathroom wearing thin, pure white bathrobes.

Even the fluffy bathrobes couldn't hide their curves, and their fair legs, glistening with dew, peeked out from under the hem.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, little Yuri."

"The hotel staff have brought dinner."

Inside the room, the black-haired boy was also wearing a white bathrobe.

He sat at a square table, on which was laid out a sumptuous dinner.

Considering Cecilia was also there, Yuri didn't choose a love hotel, but instead picked a regular hotel catering to tourists, so the food there was quite good.

"It looks good."

Rosalia crossed her arms and walked to the dining table, with Cecilia following behind her.

Ham and cheese steak, tomato-sauce sea bass, bacon and cheese baked rice, clam chowder, black pepper macaroni... a table full of home-style dishes with an imperial flair.

Rosalia seemed to be in a good mood: "Want to have some wine?"

“Okay.” Yuri nodded.

“I’ll pass…” Cecilia shook her head.

"Hey? Cecilia, don't spoil little Yuri's fun."

"Don't drag me into everything!"

In the end, they brought out the wine and glasses.

The three of them sat at the table and finished their meal in pleasant conversation.

Shortly after dinner, Cecilia fell asleep on the sofa.

Yuri carried the unconscious "Sword Princess" from the sofa to the bed in a princess carry.

"What did you put in the drink?" he asked curiously, his back to Rosalia.