You think you're worthy of saving the world?

The two main characters of the gathering, the Grand Duchess and the Queen, have yet to make their appearance.

"Excuse me, if it's alright, could we chat for a bit?"

A somewhat familiar voice rang out from beside the dining table.

Turning around, he saw a pink-haired beauty dressed in an elegant gown, curtsying to him.

"Eileen! Uh, Ms. Eileen, and... Ms. Anna?"

"That's too much of a reaction... Lord Yuri, please don't make that ghost-seeing face. It's very impolite."

Eileen, with her bright pink hair tied up, revealed a faint smile.

Her smile was dignified and exuded the air of a young lady from a wealthy family, but in Yuri's eyes, who already knew her true nature, it also carried a hint of cunning.

Annabelle felt extremely uncomfortable around Erin.

The form-fitting dress hugged her body, outlining her mature curves.

"Good evening, Yuri..."

Annabelle's cheeks flushed, and she glanced sideways.

Yuri was somewhat surprised.

Regardless of Eileen, although her family had fallen on hard times, she still retained the title of a noblewoman.

Although Annabelle's family is a prominent noble family in Augusta, their political stance is that of those who oppose Rosalia's dictatorship.

I didn't expect her to be invited today too.

"Well... because the relationship is rather complicated, my family sent me to participate."

Annabelle nodded with mixed feelings, her face showing her absent-mindedness.

At this moment, Eileen winked at the boy.

"Shouldn't you say something at a time like this? Yuri, how have I been raising you?"

Yuri understood without saying a word, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Both of you look exceptionally beautiful today... I was a little too engrossed in looking at you just now, please forgive my intrusion."

"Hehe, that's more like it... Yuri has become an excellent gentleman too."

Eileen smiled happily, while Annabelle's blush became even more vibrant.

After chatting for a while, I learned that the two of them had also been surrounded by nobles as soon as they arrived, and had only just been freed, which was why Yuri hadn't noticed them.

"So it was you who were surrounding so many people just now..."

Yuri remembered that a large group of people had gathered in one corner of the venue, and most of them were young and handsome noblemen.

—After all, Annabelle and Irene were both unmarried noblewomen.

Although Irene's family had fallen on hard times and Anna's family had a bad relationship with the Grand Duchess, they were, after all, the head teachers of St. Cromwell and beauties known in the Papacy's social circles, so it was normal for them to be pursued by many young men.

"Master... could it be that you're jealous?"

Eileen suddenly leaned in and deliberately blew hot air into Yuri's ear, making him feel ticklish.

"Seeing that Anna and I are being pursued by many men, you must be burning with jealousy, right? Confess honestly."

“No way, why?” Yuri raised an eyebrow.

"Really...!" Eileen puffed out her cheeks cutely.

"Anna! Let's go, let's ignore this clueless brat... Anyway, he's His Highness's favorite now, he wouldn't even look at us!"

After saying that, he pulled Anna away.

But Annabelle stood motionless in place.

"I want to stay here..."

She spoke while casting a pleading look in her eyes.

Yuri could hear the nobles around him whispering things like, "The Child of Prophecy is really popular."

Fine, I'll just go for it...

“Yes, of course,” Yuri said.

"Great."

Upon hearing this, Annabelle smiled happily.

Eileen stared at the two of them with suspicion: Did something happen between these two people in a place I don't know about?

After a while, the noise in the hall came to an abrupt end.

It seems the important figures have finally arrived.

The nobles all looked tense. After their chatter ended, Yuri reluctantly put her tongs back on the table.

A maid's voice rang out.

"Her Highness Grand Duchess Rosalia and Her Majesty Queen Celestia have arrived."

Everyone's eyes turned to the entrance.

The Grand Duchess and Celestia, dressed in luxurious gowns, entered the venue.

The dresses, woven from a thin material, perfectly showcased the two women's curvaceous figures.

Her full, rounded breasts and hips were divided by a gorgeous corset, creating a perfect figure.

With their flawless beauty and elegant demeanor, the Grand Duchess and Queen's mere presence at the venue made the already magnificent interior even more splendid.

Unlike the time when Yuri and Cecilia entered, this time they didn't go forward to surround the two of them.

"His identity is indeed extraordinary..." Yuri thought to himself, before realizing something was amiss.

what……

Everyone except myself wore a bewildered expression—

Just like when Yuri first met Celestia.

Although the "Eternal Queen" has tried her best to restrain her divinity, mortals have still been deprived of their sanity.

"…………"

Two minutes later, everyone came to their senses.

The nobles quietly and spontaneously formed a line, walked up to the two women, and bowed respectfully, maintaining a distance even when conversing.

"Should we also line up to say hello?" Yuri asked Anna quietly.

The purple-haired countess nodded solemnly.

Not only her, but even Eileen, who is usually fearless, was very nervous.

"No, thank you so much for inviting me to this gathering. It is my honor..."

She muttered her prepared lines to herself, as if the revival of the Farah family depended on her performance in the next few seconds.

Yuri grabbed her arm and led her to the very back of the line.

"This is Her Majesty Celestia, the current Queen of the Holy Tree Kingdom," Rosalia introduced to a nobleman.

“Oh, oh, oh… Your Majesty Celestia, you are indeed as beautiful as the legends say, um.”

Celestia touched her cheek and asked with concern, "Sir, you don't look well. Are you alright? Would you like to rest in the room next door?"

The nobleman in front of him had not yet fully recovered from the shock he had just experienced, and with a pale face, he stubbornly insisted, "I'm fine!"

“…That’s really going too far,” Yuri muttered under her breath.

Only he knew that beneath the "Eternal Queen's" goddess-like, holy, and beautiful appearance lay a mischievous heart (her elven nature) that loved to play tricks.

"Lady Rosa."

The Elf Queen turned to her friend beside her and asked in a pitiful voice, "I heard that the Child of Prophecy also attended today's gathering. Where is he?"

I was so excited I could hardly contain myself, and I wanted to say a few words to the Savior…

Oh no, I've been singled out!

Amidst the envious gazes of the nobles, Yuri held his breath and immediately entered a state of high alert.

I wonder what tricks Rosa and Celeste will play on me later, but I'll be prepared anyway.

However, at that moment, the prophesied child sensed something amiss.

Cecilia hasn't returned since she was initially called away...

What does it matter if the mother is receiving guests and the Grand Duke's daughter is nowhere to be seen?

Not only that, Yuri didn't see Betty, the captain of the manor's guards, today, and... the Queen wasn't even accompanied by any elven guards.

Seriously, isn't the security a bit too lax?

187 Hero Saves the Beauty

The night before the joint social gathering of the Imperial Grand Duchess and the Elf Queen captivated the world's attention.

This is an ordinary church located on the outskirts of the Papal City.

Whispers could be heard from inside the narrow, dark confessional room.

What are your thoughts on Rosalia's recent series of high-profile actions?

The men sitting in the confessional had noticeably unhealthy, overweight physiques.

He was probably in his early fifties, dressed in a magnificent aristocratic suit, and his round body almost filled the small wooden cubicle.

The man who kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief is named André Augusta.

He is Rosalia's uncle, Emperor Ronald of Augusta, and His Highness a prince of the Empire.

"No matter how you look at it, it's incredibly suspicious. Being this flamboyant is completely out of character for that woman."

His response came from an unexpectedly young voice.

Youth is not just about the voice.

The priest who listened to the confession was a boy who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old.

He wore a high-class robe embroidered with gold, and his exquisite and beautiful features exuded a calm aura beyond his years.