Are you worthy of saving the world?

Mist's face flushed, and she respectfully presented the whiteboard to the young lady with both hands.

"Sir, could you please sign an autograph for me?"

"Ah?" Yuli was stunned.

The elves actually asked humans for autographs?

It was the first time he had heard of such a thing, and even Stella was stunned.

"Um...I think I heard it wrong?" Yuli asked tentatively.

“You heard it right!”

Mist grabbed the signature board tightly, her voice and shoulders trembling: "Please sign for me, Lord Ulysses!"

Yuli hesitated and said, "Mister...is it your friend who wants my autograph?"

"no……"

Princess Elutia once instructed that we must not let the other party become suspicious.

So, Mist bit her lip and replied, "It's not a friend, it's me who wants your autograph."

"That's it, okay."

Yuli readily took the signature pad and began to sign on it.

Stella nudged him from the side and said with a sly smile, "...Are you famous in the Holy Tree Kingdom? Are you considered a hero?"

"No?" Yuli also felt very strange.

If he, the son of prophecy, was really highly respected in the Holy Tree Kingdom, the elves should have approached him during the day and would not have waited until now.

Is there an extreme fan group like the Church of Yushen in the Holy Tree Kingdom? She wants to sell my autograph for money?

Whatever, sign it.

While waiting for the autograph, Mist held her breath.

"Humph, and you still say you're not the elves' idol! You little brat who plays with women!"

The teasing of the silver-haired girl next to her was like a sharp knife stabbing into her chest, making Mist so ashamed that she almost cried again.

Are you so happy? Yuri wondered as he observed the elf's reaction.

"Do you want to sign your name?" he asked.

"What signature?" Mist blinked.

"Just write "For Miss Mist" under the signature."

"Ah! No, that's not necessary! Just your signature will do! Thank you, thank you!"

Sure enough, he wants to sell my autograph for money… Yuli thought.

"Okay, done."

"Yes."

Mist carefully put away the whiteboard and then breathed a sigh of relief as if she had been liberated.

Her Royal Highness's top-secret mission was accomplished.

Just as she was about to leave——

"Miss Mister, can I ask you a favor?" Yuli asked embarrassedly.

"?"

Although Mist had a bad feeling, she couldn't refuse due to her face.

"of course can."

The black-haired boy who got permission excitedly sat next to Mist with a water-based pen in hand.

He stared at Mist's tall and full breasts and spoke.

"Miss Mister, it just so happens that you are wearing white clothes today.

Just think of it as buy two get one free, can I sign your clothes for you too?"

"what!?"

The elves and witches in the room shouted at the same time.

In fact, Yuli had wanted to try this a long time ago.

After becoming successful, I was asked by fanatical female fans to sign their bodies or clothes... I didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon!

Seeing Yuri's eager expression, Mist found it hard to refuse, so she could only nod in agreement.

It was the first time that she hated her own arrogant pride as an elf so much.

"poor!"

Stella angrily went up the stairs and returned to the attic.

Yuli didn't care at all. He got what he wanted and wrote his name on the two balls with a stroke of his brush.

"Okay... ah, sorry."

After signing, Yuli clapped his hands subconsciously. Mist blushed and gritted her teeth: "It's okay, Lord Yuliphis, please don't take it to heart."

"Well, keep it well," he said.

Sell ​​it for a good price, he thought.

"Y-yes, thank you!"

Mister, with a pale face, fled from Yuli's house.

On the way back, the elf lady, with the name of the Son of Prophecy on her chest proudly, also attracted the attention of countless passers-by.

"Ulyphis Falchion, remember this..."

"To humiliate me in public like this... This matter will definitely not end like this...!!"

……

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St. Cromwell's Seminary, Faculty Office.

"Anna! My get out of class is over. Let's go to the cafeteria for afternoon tea!"

Irene came to Annabell's desk and happily took her friend's arm.

As the youngest head teacher at St. Cromwell's, Irene has a beautiful face that is popular among boys in the school, and short pink curly hair that is full of fairy-tale colors.

Although she was wearing the same teacher's outfit as Annabelle, she gave people the exact opposite feeling. She had the natural aura of a senior who had just graduated, and was very endearing.

The warm and lovely Irene and the serious and arrogant Annabelle,

In St. Cromwell's Theological Seminary, which is filled with middle-aged male teachers, the two dazzling beautiful teachers are the subject of discussion among countless male students after dinner.

"What are you looking at, Anna?"

Irene noticed that her friend was frowning as she read a scroll of information on the table, so she reached out and took it.

"Wait...! Don't mess with my things, Erin!"

Annabelle stood up and angrily said, but Irene pressed her hand on her face and pushed her aside.

"Let me see...Ulphius Falci...Hmm? Is this the personal information of the little saint?"

Annabell snatched the information from her hand, locked it in the drawer angrily, and then spoke sternly with a tense face.

"How many times have I told you not to touch my things?"

"I'm sorry, Anna~ I was wrong~"

Irene hugged her friend's arm, shook her body and acted coquettishly: "Don't be angry, okay~ Let's go have tea~"

"……snort."

Annabell wanted to continue scolding, but under Irene's coquettishness, she finally softened her heart and turned away with a cold snort.

"Let's go, my work for the day is almost done."

"Hehehe~ Anna is so nice, I like you the most~"

Annabelle was held by Irene's arm and they walked out of the office.

"By the way, what happened to the little saint? Wasn't Anna looking at his information just now?"

"I ran into Ulysses the other day."

Annabell frowned and said, "That boy... actually intends to become a special recruit of St. Cromwell and is working hard to advance to the next level."

"Hey...it turns out that kid is serious?" Irene said in surprise.

The purple-haired female teacher crossed her arms over her chest, revealing a dissatisfied expression: "Principal Joseph was just giving him a way out. He really doesn't know his own limitations!"

Erin also attended previous faculty meetings.

At that meeting, Annabelle strongly opposed Ulrich becoming a special admission to the school.

But in the end, the minority obeyed the majority, and the faculty meeting approved Ulysses' special admission qualification - on the condition that he obtained a certificate of the third rank.

Annabell was actually very satisfied with this result. After all, the Son of Prophecy was still without rank until the beginning of this year. With his talent, becoming the third rank was simply a pipe dream.

The same was true for the other head teachers, including Irene. No one thought that Yuli could possibly meet the conditions - so this was actually a polite refusal.

"What a surprise! I thought he would give up." Irene said, poking her chin.

"Humph, he's still talking nonsense in front of me."

"What did the little saint say?"

Irene asked curiously, but Annabelle didn't seem to be willing to answer.

She raised the corners of her beautiful and sarcastic mouth and sneered: "I made a bet with him."

"Hey... Anna is still the same as always, she likes to make bets with others."

"What?" Annabell frowned.