Are you worthy of saving the world?

"Your Highness Cecilia, have you tried the soy milk that the college cafeteria has recently introduced? The taste is terrible. Who on earth invented that kind of thing? Hahaha!"

"Ahahaha, that's right..."

Wilson and Cecilia were still chatting.

Do you have so much to talk about?

Looking closely, Cecilia's eyes were wandering while she was speaking, and she looked towards Yuli from time to time.

"I see."

He suddenly realized: I'm afraid... Cecilia doesn't know who he is at all.

The other person suddenly came over and chatted enthusiastically. She couldn't refuse because of her classmates' face, but she didn't even know the other person's name.

Yuli thought to himself: If it were me, I would definitely cry.

No, maybe Cecilia simply thought Wilson was my friend, so she was willing to chat with him...

He is not my friend.

This situation would never end, so Yuli decided to help Cecilia out.

"Wilson!"

"……what!"

Wilson was startled when his name was called loudly, and then frowned unhappily when he found out that it was the Son of Prophecy who was calling him.

He looked at Yuli, feeling strongly dissatisfied: How rude!

He is indeed a commoner’s brat. Even if he grew up in the Vatican, he cannot change his inferior nature!

Actually calling a nobleman by his name in public... It's totally unreasonable!

Not to mention commoners, even a person as noble and transcendent as Her Highness Cecilia would use honorifics when addressing nobles of lower status than herself...

Eh? It seems that Her Highness Cecilia has never called out her own name so far?

Wilson carefully recalled the conversation just now, but he could not find any memory of "Sword Princess" calling him by his name.

Just as he was scratching his head and thinking hard -

Yuli grabbed Cecilia's wrist as if to claim sovereignty: "Don't you find that others are very troubled? Wilson, don't bother her anymore."

092 The Correct Use of Cecilia

"Ulyphis...how could you speak to me like that!"

Wilson's face flushed.

He probably never thought that the Son of God, who had been bowing and scraping to him at school and even running errands to buy bread for him a week ago, would have such an attitude today.

He was just a guy who entered the seminary through privileged connections, but he spoke rudely to Her Highness Cecilia again and again!

"Is there something wrong with my speech?"

Yuri turned to the blond knight and smiled, "Forget it, let's go."

"Ah...yeah, yeah! See you at school, Wilson!"

Cecilia nodded to Wilson and quickly caught up with Yuli.

However, before they took two steps, something fell at Yuli's feet.

They are white gloves.

"Ulyphis Falchion! O prophesied savior, I want to have a mock knight duel with you!"

Wilson had a righteous expression and a loud voice: "If you lose, you must release the poor girl whose human rights you took away! Cancel the slave contract and give her freedom!"

It was not uncommon for students of St. Cromwell's Seminary to duel with each other, but Wilson was the first to challenge the Son of Prophecy to a duel.

He has his own sense of justice: even if the other party is the Son of Oracle, he will not hesitate to rescue the civilian girl who was abducted as a slave by the Son of God. What a noble character!

Isn’t this the spirit of chivalry that has been gradually lost among young people recently!

The noble citizens and priests who were walking under the statue of the saint all showed expressions of surprise and admiration.

Many of them were also dissatisfied with Ulysses' parade of female slaves in the streets a few days ago, and they felt secretly happy at this moment.

"No."

Yuli rejected the duel request without hesitation: he was not yet a formal student, and there would be no credits even if he accepted the duel.

"Pick up the gloves from the floor."

Wilson said seriously without looking away, "Although you haven't officially enrolled, you are still an auditor at St. Cromwell's, right? In that case, you should accept my challenge."

Yuli had no choice but to explain to him: "I don't have a student status now, so you won't get any credits even if you win."

"W-what... Child of Prophecy! Do you think you have won me?"

Wilson suddenly became even angrier, because Yuli was clearly just talking to him about reason.

According to Wilson's intelligence, Ulysses doesn't even have a rank, but he is a well-trained and tempered knight who is about to be promoted to the second rank!

How could he dare to think of such a huge gap in strength?

"We're not talking about credits now! We're talking about your misconduct!"

Wilson shouted loudly: "Savior, if you are also a proud knight, then draw your sword!

Maybe other people will choose to obey you, but I am different... Compared with the so-called "prophecy", I believe in "justice" more!

I will never compromise, and today I will make you realize your mistakes!"

"Wait...wait a minute! Mr. Wilson! You misunderstood Yuli. He is not..."

Cecilia anxiously tried to smooth things over: "He actually has his reasons..."

"Your Highness, please be quiet!" Wilson interrupted her.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not dare to speak like this to the Grand Duke's daughter, but now he has lost his temper.

Boiling blood fills my head and a sense of justice fills my heart.

"Even if I am a full-time student of the seminary, there is no reason why I must accept your duel."

In contrast, Yuli was unusually calm.

He had even seen the evil god himself recently, so how could he possibly get emotionally agitated by a quarrel among such low-level students?

In Yuli's opinion, Wilson was no different from a middle school student who wanted to stand out in front of the school beauty.

"You just insulted me! Since you are unwilling to accept the duel, you must apologize to me here!"

Yuli looked puzzled when he heard this: "Didn't you just declare war on me because of the female slave? How did you bring it up again because I was rude to you?

On what grounds do you propose to challenge me to a duel, Master Wilson?"

"Well……!!!"

The blond young man trembled his lips and took a half step back.

Yuli astutely exposed the fact that the other party was just using the name of justice to challenge him to a private fight.

In Tiamat, if a noble feels insulted by a commoner while walking down the street, they can challenge him to a duel.

Normally, common people would choose to keep things quiet and kneel down to apologize, and the nobles would generously wave their hands and say that the matter would be forgiven.

This set of procedures is an orderly tradition that has been passed down in human society for thousands of years.

It was reasonable and legal, but it certainly could not be considered a righteous knight duel; it could only be considered a private fight.

"Is he just picking a fight with the Child of Prophecy?" "The Child of Prophecy is not yet an adult, right? Is it religious for an adult to challenge a minor to a mock duel?"

The citizens who were watching began to talk about it.

Their comments were like slaps in the face, slapping Wilson again and again, making him blush.

Wilson gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind: "Okay, okay! Ulysses, what I'm talking about now is that you insulted me!"

"Wilson, how did I insult you?"

Yuli asked innocently, "Do I have to kneel down when I see you?"

"..."

The blond young man couldn't explain what was going on and his expression became more and more distorted.

If you look into it more deeply, Yuli's behavior of calling the nobleman by his name can indeed be considered inappropriate, but it is not an insult. Wilson is just being unreasonable - that's what it looks like from a passerby's perspective.

But from Wilson's perspective, it was a different picture:

The cowardly commoner Saint Son, who had always been submissive to me, arrogant at first and fawning later, and had always run errands to buy bread for me in the past, has become so rude today and doesn't give me any face at all!

This huge psychological gap is the most profound insult in Wilson's heart.

Who gave him the courage? Is he looking down on me?

Amid the pointing and gossip of the onlookers, Wilson's anger reached its peak, but he held it back.

"Ulyphis! You ignorant commoner! Forget about today's matter. I won't bother with you anymore!

After all, this can’t be entirely your fault, because your parents didn’t teach you how to talk to nobles—”

——————Snap! !

Along with a loud noise, a bone-chilling whirlwind swept across the entire street.

Yuli only felt his body being enveloped by a huge aura, obscuring his vision.

When he opened his eyes, Yuli found Cecilia's beautiful back right in front of him.

The long jade arms wrapped in white silk gloves were suspended in the air.

Wilson was thrown out by her, and after spinning in the air for several circles like a top, he finally fell heavily ten meters away.

A slap without hesitation.

No one expected her to take action.

The blond and blue-eyed boy struggled to get up from the ground, covering his numb cheek with an expression of disbelief.

Yuli couldn't see her expression from his angle. He only knew that Wilson, who was being looked down upon by her, had a mixture of astonishment and fear in his eyes.

"You...what are you going to do! Cecilia! This has nothing to do with you!"