Are you worthy of saving the world?

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In the evening, the streets of Upper Town are bathed in a beautiful sunset.

A special figure appeared at the door of the Viscount's mansion where Ulysses lived.

It was his teacher at St Cromwell, Annabell.

Annabelle wore a black business suit as usual.

It was obvious that she had just left the seminary and had no time to change her clothes.

This afternoon, Annabell received a notice from Yuri:

"Teacher Anna, your maid costume has been completed.

Please come to my house after school tomorrow to try on your new clothes to see if they fit you, and then fulfill our bet."

Although Yuli said so, Annabell couldn't wait until tomorrow.

She has been having a very tormenting time these days.

Even though she was extremely reluctant, she would never go back on her original bet, so just start and finish as soon as possible.

It was just a week of being a maid, it would pass if she just endured it, she kept comforting herself.

She thought so on the way here.

But when she really got here, she hesitated again.

Annabelle's father held the title of Viscount in Alsace.

Although she was not particularly prominent, she was born into a wealthy family and had naturally never worn a maid outfit.

Annabelle recalled her school days when there was a craze among the girls in her class to wear maid outfits.

At that time, Irene was particularly yearning for it and even encouraged her to wear it together, but Annabelle coldly refused.

I didn't expect that I would be 25 years old soon and still have to wear a maid outfit to please men.

But that man was none other than Ulysse Falchion...

She was once extremely obsessed and fanatical about the child of prophecy, but later she hated him extremely.

Annabell took a deep breath, slowly raised her arm, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened.

"Why so long?"

Annabell crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow in annoyance.

"Good evening, Teacher Anna."

The black-haired boy who came out to greet them greeted them.

Annabell raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and let me in."

Yuli smiled and said, "That's true. It's not convenient to talk standing at the door. Let's go in."

123 I am your and her master

Annabelle followed Yuli into the house.

As soon as she walked into the living room, she saw a black and white maid outfit spread out on the sofa.

They were supposed to be a set of two pieces, but Irene's piece was already on her.

"Teacher Anna... No, is it okay for me to call you Anna now?"

Yuri asked after sitting down on the sofa.

"up to you."

Annabelle kept her eyes on the maid's outfit that had very little fabric.

"It suits your taste as a nouveau riche, Ulysses Falchion."

Yuli didn't care about her sarcasm: "Try on the clothes first, and we'll talk about the rest after you change your clothes."

"……snort."

Annabell walked over to Yuri, bent down, picked up the maid costume, and walked towards the direction of the tea room he pointed to.

Five minutes later, she reappeared in the living room.

It's obviously the same style of maid outfit, but it looks completely different when worn by Teacher Anna.

With a height of nearly 170cm, she looks more like a mature woman with plumpness and sexiness than cuteness or elegance after putting on the maid outfit.

The large area of ​​snow-white skin exposed to the air, the heavy breasts and firm buttocks full of presence, coupled with the slender waist, exude charm everywhere.

Teacher Irene's figure is already outstanding enough, but Teacher Anna's alluring curves are even better than hers.

"Ugh...!"

Annabell, who is usually used to wearing neutral clothes, has never exposed such a large area of ​​skin.

Now that mean yet decent face was faintly flushed, and her plump lips were tightly closed in shame, making people want to humiliate her severely.

While she was changing clothes, Yuli didn't just sit there and wait, but sat on the sofa and read a book.

He raised his eyelids and took a look at the beautiful scenery that belonged to him, and thought to himself: Teacher Anna, it is obvious that she is a top beauty as long as she doesn't speak.

"I am really impressed that there is such a shameless outfit in the world...!"

Annabelle looked like a queen even in a maid outfit. She put one hand on her waist and muttered through gritted teeth.

Yuli raised his eyebrows, then gave orders without even looking up: "Go make me a cup of black tea, Anna."

"...!"

The corners of Annabell's mouth trembled slightly, and an unknown fire ignited in her chest.

She thought she could see the Son of Prophecy's lecherous expression and eyes, but in fact she was met with unprecedented coldness.

I spent a lot of time to change into this obscene dress, and you didn't even raise your head or look at me! ?

Annabell bit her lip, hummed "Got it", then stepped on the floor with her high heels making sharp sounds and turned into the kitchen.

Five minutes later, she returned to the living room and placed the teacup with billowing white smoke heavily on the table in front of Yuli.

"Here comes the tea."

Yuli was still holding the book, he just looked up and said lightly.

"The water temperature is too high. Pour it out and soak it again."

"…………ah?"

Annabell's eyes widened, wondering if she had heard it wrongly.

Although she expected Yuri to find fault, she didn't expect it to happen so soon.

My first job was maliciously criticized.

The water temperature is too high? Should I use cold water instead of boiling water?

Yuli still stared at the book in his hand and explained to her: "To make tea, you should use 85-degree water, not 100-degree boiling water.

Tea brewed directly with boiling water tastes terrible and astringent... This should be common sense when brewing black tea, right?"

Yuli wasn't nitpicking, he was just stating facts.

Generally speaking, 85 degrees is considered the optimal water temperature for brewing black tea, which can fully extract the aroma and flavor of the black tea while avoiding the bitterness that may be caused by high temperature.

It’s just that Annabelle is a coffee fan and doesn’t know this common knowledge about black tea.

"This is your first time as a maid. It's normal that you didn't notice these details. I don't blame you. Take it and pour it again."

Hearing him say that, Annabell clenched her fists: You are just a commoner, but you are so particular! Are you really not afraid that I will add something to your tea?

Although she kept cursing in her heart, the purple-haired maid still obediently took the teacup to the kitchen to make a new cup of tea.

This time the water was strictly 85 degrees as Yuli required. Annabelle just wanted to see if he could still find fault with her if she was perfect.

The black-haired boy took a sip of the tea with a relaxed expression: "Hmm, not bad... For the first time, it's pretty good."

Instead of finding fault, Yuli praised her, which surprised Annabelle.

She quickly shook her head to get rid of the inexplicable joy in her mind.

"Next, give me a shoulder massage."

Yuri issued the next order.

He spoke again as Annabelle walked behind the couch and placed her hands on Yuri's shoulders.

"You should have seen me dueling on the playground this morning."

Annabell pinched Yuli's shoulder and said coldly: "I didn't see it. What duel?"

Yuli smiled and said, "Don't play dumb. I saw you standing by the window of the teaching building, biting your handkerchief and wiping your tears."

"Who, who is wiping tears!" Annabell shouted.

"Sure enough, you are watching." Yuli smiled.

"Ugh...!"

Only then did she realize that she had fallen into Yuri's trap again.

"A third-rank being defeated by a second-rank being isn't something worth bragging about!"

Annabell snorted and said with disdain.

Yuli smiled and said nothing more.

Annabelle's long fingers kneaded his shoulders back and forth, but to be honest, her technique was very clumsy.

After all, she probably has no experience in giving massages to others, so this is normal.

"enough."

After ten minutes, Yuli motioned for her to stop and glanced back.