You think you're worthy of saving the world?

The loud thud came from the back of his bald head.

With a deafening impact, the bald man screamed and fell heavily forward, his vision going black as he lost consciousness.

Everyone present was stunned, and they all looked at the black-haired boy who had quietly appeared behind the bald man.

The prophesied son, clutching the dripping breadstick, took a bite of cucumber and looked at the back of the bald man's head lying on the ground.

"Pick up your gloves, and I'll have a knightly duel with you in honor."

"???"

Bystander: You've already killed the person!

024 Angels are always blind.

"?????"

The passersby were speechless: You've already completely dominated him from behind, what's the point of talking about a duel of honor?

Although they had a million complaints in their hearts, they were all wary of the blood-stained weapon (breadstick) in the boy's hand, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Yuri stared at the still-bleeding back of the head and snorted disdainfully.

"You don't even have the courage to pick up your gloves and accept the duel? What a complete coward, you're such a big man for nothing."

Safia's lips twitched: So, you've already ambushed and knocked him unconscious, haven't you?

But speaking of which, when did Yuri advance to the next level?

Although breadsticks are known for their hardness, they are by no means a weapon that can easily beat a grown man until he is bleeding from the head and unconscious on the spot.

Yuri's backstab just now was actually a divine aura wrapped around the bread with spiritual power.

Safia was secretly surprised. She thought that Yuri had just become more intelligent recently, but she did not expect that his martial arts skills had improved so much in just a few days!

I'm pretty much in the same boat; it's time to completely give up the idea of ​​treating Yuri as a minor.

The blue-haired girl thought wistfully: He will definitely become stronger and stronger in the future, until he reaches a height that no one can reach...

As the older sister, I feel a little lonely. By the way, what was Cecilia's reaction?

She looked curiously at the blonde knight beside her, and then she was dumbfounded.

Cecilia clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes shining like a poor princess rescued by a hero, gazing adoringly at her beloved younger brother.

"Yuri, did you protect me? Thank you, I'm so touched...?"

Safia was speechless: What are you talking about, you humanoid warship that can blow away an entire street with a single sword strike?

"That's only right. We shouldn't stay here any longer; we should go before we're recognized."

Yuri, not wanting things to escalate, grabbed the two female knights on either side, turned and walked straight ahead through the gradually gathering crowd.

The bald man's accomplice was already completely drunk, and the sudden situation had left him momentarily stunned. Now, he finally came to his senses and charged at the black-haired boy's back while shouting.

"Hey! You fucking stop right there! You think you can get away after hitting someone?"

"Stop bothering us."

Cecilia, who was holding Yuri's arm, suddenly turned around and glared at the men who had drawn their swords and were trying to pick her up.

“————!!”

The moment the girls were stared at by the girl's purple eyes, an immense killing intent enveloped the men, and their hearts seemed to stop abruptly as if they had been gripped tightly.

They released their weapons in a daze, their expressions as if they had witnessed the arrival of death.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

And so, Yuri swaggered away through the crowd, with beautiful girls on his left and right.

At this moment, the boy finally understood the source of that strong sense of mission he had felt yesterday:

"Sneak attack!" As expected, this is a hidden god-level knight martial skill, and the important task of making it famous falls on my shoulders.

After leaving the noisy area, Cecilia asked, both surprised and delighted, "Yuri! When did you learn to control your spiritual power?"

“Just a few days ago, thanks to Cecilia’s notes,” Yuri replied.

"Really? I'm so glad it helped you!"

Miss "Sword Girl" was overjoyed and said she must have a good celebration this weekend.

Safia poked the boy's cheek with her finger: "I noticed it too."

She's already mastered spiritual power, yet she's kept it a secret from everyone. Yuri's getting more and more cunning lately!

"If that's the case, why didn't you just fight those people fair and square?"

"Why resort to a sneak attack from behind?" Miss Sapphire asked curiously. "With Yuri's current strength, dealing with those thugs is a piece of cake."

Yuri did not answer directly, but instead asked Cecilia, "Was what I just did contrary to the code of chivalry?"

"how could be!"

The blonde knight pouts and says seriously, "Yuri has already challenged him to a knightly duel, but he doesn't appreciate it at all. I'm so angry!"

In the chivalric culture here, throwing the glove is also seen as the initiation of a duel for honor.

The person tossed the glove must choose to accept the duel or admit humiliation; in some places, even refusing a duel request is not permitted.

"However, the guy who got the glove thrown by Yuri neither accepted it nor admitted defeat, and just went to sleep! This is blatant contempt for Yuri!"

"See? That's what your leader said." Yuri smirked at Safia.

"Is this why blind angels with black cloths always surround the gods?" Safia sighed helplessly.

Cecilia was furious, her anger surging like a stormy sea: if that bald man dared to get up and fight again, she would definitely step forward and fight him in Yuri's place—

If you think about it this way, fainting on the spot is actually a happy ending.

After that, the three of them walked side by side toward the shopping street.

Soon, they arrived at the most bustling commercial area in the lower city.

While most of the Upper and Lower Towns are in a classic medieval otherworld style, this area feels like stepping into another world altogether.

The flashing neon gas lights, the magical light screens playing videos, the towering billboards and the dirty cement streets, even give people a sense of the future.

This uniquely styled street is actually a legacy of the Witch Wars.

Witches can wield all magic, including mysterious powers from the distant future—

According to records, during the most intense period of the witch war, the witches dropped thousands of "mushroom clouds" on the earth's surface.

For two thousand years, modern magicians have relied on archaeological excavations to recover some of the magic of the future and develop a technology tree called magic technology.

This commercial street in the lower part of the Papal City is a miniature futuristic miniature garden that brings together magical technology and is under the control of the church.

"...Speaking of which..."

Safia nudged Yuri on the shoulder: "Are you disappointed?"

"what do you mean?"

"You thought today would be a date just for the two of you with Cecilia?" Miss Sapphire squinted and said with a mischievous grin.

Yuri raised an eyebrow: "No, I already knew it. She'll call you over too, after all, Sister Safia is the number one stinky military nerd in the seminary."

Safia not only possesses androgynous beauty that even Yuri envies, but her hobbies are also very androgynous; she is a passionate weapons enthusiast and collector.

Safia's living expenses and pocket money sent from home were almost all spent on buying "toys," to the point that she had to rely on Ruby and Amelio for financial support at the end of each month.

Cecilia must have been thinking of Yuri's best interests, which is why she called Safia, the expert, over to help with the selection.

Safia looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, Yuri, I also felt bad about interrupting your date... but Cecilia was so insistent that I couldn't refuse her several times."

Yuri glanced at her and said calmly, "How much did you get in return from Cecilia?"

Miss Sapphire's expression froze, and she silently turned her head away.

Just as Yuri had guessed, she must have taken advantage of Cecilia under the guise of being an advisor.

She's probably the only one in the entire seminary who would dare to extort money from Princess "Sword Princess".

“Return the money to Cecilia tomorrow,” Yuri said.

"Okay," Safia nodded sullenly.

"I'll treat you to dinner at the end of the month."

"Really? Little Yuri... are you the reincarnation of the Holy Son? Oh yes, you seem to be."

Safia's pupils trembled with emotion, just as she was about to ask Yuri how his stroll through the brothel district had gone the day before yesterday—

A cold gaze swept over her and the boy beside her.

The princess sullenly hummed, "How long are you two planning to leave me alone to whisper secrets?"

025 The Reformist Saint Son Wants to Show Off His Skills

Safia, feeling resentfully glared at by Cecilia, jumped away from Yuri as if she had been electrocuted, putting distance between them.

At the same time, Yuri hurriedly moved a little closer to the blonde girl.

“Yuri and Safia are really close.” Cecilia lowered her eyelashes dejectedly.

"Is that so?" Yuri asked in return.

The blonde girl nodded: "Yuri, tell me about any interesting things you have to say. It feels like I'm the only one being ostracized."

"Haha... It's not a very interesting topic."

“Even if it’s not an interesting topic, I’ll love listening to whatever Yuri says,” Cecilia asserted seriously.

Are you sure you want to hear me and Safia talk about brothels?

Yuri smiled wryly and said, "I see. I'll tell you when I think of something interesting, okay?"

“It’s a deal.” Cecilia smiled again.

Huh... Is this how Yuri and Cecilia are supposed to get along?

Safia silently observed the interaction between the two.

Could it be that something happened between these two somewhere I don't know about?

Thinking of this, Miss Sapphire's heart was filled with a gossip-loving spirit.