You think you're worthy of saving the world?

Stella stood with her hands on her hips, her tone clearly provocative.

The two young temple knights exchanged a glance and gripped their sword hilts with their left hands.

They maintained this threatening posture, reiterating, "Please leave immediately."

"I reject."

This time, it wasn't Stella who spoke, but Yuri.

He stared straight at the two knights, the chill emanating from his golden pupils causing them to involuntarily take a half-step back.

"...!"

With a cold, metallic screech, a Templar Knight drew his longsword.

He glared at Yuri, clearly losing his temper, and demanded in a loud voice, "Are you here to cause trouble?!"

“We are just ordinary citizens visiting the garden. How can you, as a Templar Knight, draw your sword at ordinary people so casually?” Yuri frowned.

"Wait... Gil, isn't this a bit much? Calm down!" Another knight who hadn't drawn his sword was clearly flustered and tried to persuade his companion.

Yuri and Stella were both dressed in very formal aristocratic attire today, and with their beautiful appearances, they clearly looked like people of extraordinary status.

Although it was for work purposes, the knight tried his best not to offend the young masters and ladies of noble families for no reason.

"These two guys are too suspicious! They chose this time to come to this garden... I understand, you must be assassins!"

The knight's wrist trembled slightly as he drew his sword, shouting, "The 'Spectre'? You wouldn't happen to be that 'Spectre,' would you?! I will arrest you in the name of the Knights Templar!"

Why are you still talking about "ghosts" at a time like this? This topic has long been over.

"Can't you calm down?"

Yuri said with a cold laugh, "Or do you want me to help you calm down?"

"..."

The knight who had drawn his sword wavered slightly.

Yuri didn't miss the opportunity and took a step forward.

Before the opponent could react, he swung his clenched left fist, the protruding knuckles of his index and middle fingers striking the temple knight's wrist.

"pain……!"

The young knight, his face contorted in pain, released his grip on the longsword.

Stella swiftly bent down and grabbed the hilt of the knight's sword.

The whole process happened in a split second.

Yuri and Stella's perfect teamwork allowed them to steal the Templar Knights' weapons.

"..."

Both the man whose sword had been taken from him and his companion were dumbfounded and speechless.

Stella brandished her knight's longsword and sneered, "Hmm? Weren't you going to arrest us?"

"...Gu!"

The knight's face turned bright red.

Having one's weapon taken away is arguably the greatest humiliation for a knight.

With Yuri's considerate help, he finally calmed down physically.

Although he acted impulsively just now, how is he going to clean up this mess now... Yuri thought to himself.

He and Stella were about to undergo investigation, and they didn't want to make a big deal out of it if possible.

If this gets back to the ears of the "Twelve Holy Sees," regardless of who is right or wrong, it will certainly give people something to criticize...

Just as Yuri was about to utter some harsh words and then drag the witch away,

"Brother Yuri!"

A clear, penetrating voice rang out in the garden.

Everyone turned around in the direction of the voice and saw a young girl who perfectly complemented the charming courtyard.

Her dazzling long hair fell naturally over her shoulders, and her delicate features and fair skin reminded people of a high-end doll in a shop window.

Her posture was extremely elegant, and her simple yet luxurious attire clearly indicated it was of the highest quality.

Judging from her height, youthful figure, and face, the girl appears to be less than ten years old.

However, she exudes a certain composure, making people feel a maturity that is inconsistent with her actual age.

Several adults, both men and women, followed behind her; they were her attendants.

Clearly, the girl's security duties were the reason the two Templar Knights claimed needed to seal off and clear the area.

"It really is Yuri-nii!"

The girl smiled more brightly than any flower and ran towards Yuri.

The attendants were immediately alarmed upon seeing this: "Wait, wait a minute, Lady Rukia! Please don't run around in the garden!"

The girl ran very fast, and the adults had to chase after her in a panic.

The little girl named Rukia ran up to Yuri and then stopped.

"Good afternoon, Yuri-nii!"

Good afternoon, Rukia.

Yuri answered while squinting, glancing to the side.

The two knights who had just tried to drive Yuri away were now pale-faced and at a loss.

"How could this be... You're Yuri..."

"Eulifus Falsion?"

The knight who drew his sword wore a look of despair.

Yuri then reached out and stroked Rukia's head in a good mood.

What is this thing you've made for me?

What an old-fashioned Dragon King plot! Ugh, I've told you before, stop using this same old thing...

"Brother Yuri, what happened? I think I just heard people arguing."

Rukia smiled innocently and looked up at Yuri.

"It's nothing, just a small misunderstanding, which has been cleared up."

These two knights were only concerned for Rukia's safety, so there was no need to make things too difficult for her.

Yuri smiled and said, "I'm sure I'm right, my two knights."

"Ah...! Yes! I'm so sorry to have troubled you, Lord Euryphus Falsion!"

They bowed deeply in apology.

Urged on by Yuri, Stella gave a dismissive "humph," accepted the apology, and returned the longsword to the other party.

"Brother Yuri, what brings you to the Papal Palace?"

Rukia and Yuri strolled hand in hand through the flower-filled courtyard, chatting as they walked.

Stella walked beside her, while Lucia's attendants followed at a distance of more than five meters.

"I see, so you're here for investigation?"

Rukia observed the silver-haired witch curiously, a mischievous smile typical of a young girl appearing on her face: "So, this older sister is the one from the rumors..."

"What kind of rumors?"

"Brother Yuri is going to challenge the authority of the Papal Court for his beloved magician mistress." Rukia covered her lips, her face full of slyness.

"Huh...!?" Stella's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise.

"That's not true. Stella and I are not in that kind of relationship."

Yuri explained that their relationship was purely platonic, that of teacher and student.

"Really?" Rukia blinked her big, watery eyes.

“Really, really.” Yuri nodded.

"What? This is so boring... I thought I had a sister-in-law now~" The young girl pouted cutely.

Hey, Yuri!

Stella nudged Yuri and whispered, "Who's this kid?"

"Wow……"

Rukia blushed slightly when she saw the two whispering in each other's ears, and exaggeratedly covered her lips with both hands.

Yuri sighed: "Stella, let me introduce you, this is..."

Just as he was about to explain, Rukia reached out and stopped him.

The young girl raised the corners of her mouth and gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Lucia Farion."

She was only eight or nine years old, and just now she did give the impression of being lively and mischievous in a way that suited her age.

But at this moment, Stella also sensed an indescribable solemnity emanating from the girl.

However, compared to such a trivial matter...

What truly astonished the witch was the girl's surname.

"Falion...is...?"

The silver-haired witch stared at the girl in disbelief, her shoulders trembling violently, and she felt her throat quickly dry.

Rukia took Yuri's large hand with one hand and placed the other hand on her flat chest.

"I am the Pope of this country... the 'Tenri Church'."

145 The Child of Prophecy vs. the Twelve Thrones