Are you worthy of saving the world?

"..."

Yuri put his hands in his pockets and stood at the door, muttering something quietly.

Boxing match...is this also within Sir Morley's calculations?

It seems that uncle has more than just muscles.

After laughing for a few times, the members felt that they had made a fool of themselves and their expressions became serious again.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air. The members of the Duel Club looked at each other and immediately understood the intention of the visitor.

"It looks like he's really here to challenge me."

"What a courage."

"Two people dared to come and challenge us. We were underestimated."

"Do you think you have a chance today since the minister is not here?"

"Dear seniors."

Yuli looked around at everyone in the classroom and asked, "Is it too late to sign up for the boxing match?"

Hearing this, the members were stunned at first, and then they all showed sly smiles.

"Come in, son of prophecy, and let the seniors love you well."

Yuri smiled, cracked his knuckles, and stepped into the club room.

"Ah...wait for me, Yuri-san! Excuse me!"

Camus bowed and quickly followed, closing the classroom door.

……

……

……

“————Dong.”

After more than an hour of noise, the duel club's room returned to silence.

The door was pushed open again.

A figure held onto the door frame, took heavy and exhausted steps, and staggered back to the corridor.

——It’s Ulysses.

When he entered, he was wearing a brand new and neat school uniform, but now it has become tattered.

In addition, his face and body were covered with scars, and his tattered uniform was stained with blood - although most of it was the blood of his opponents.

The body of the Son of Prophecy was covered with wounds, and from a distance it looked very heroic, as if he had just returned from the battlefield after a life-and-death fight.

In the club room behind him, members of the Duel Club were lying on the ground in all directions.

They were beaten black and blue and lay motionless on the ground, uttering a groan or two from time to time.

After a fight, Yuri won the survival boxing match and forced them all to surrender by force.

The rules of boxing prohibit attacks on the eyes and genitals, and only fists are allowed.

Everything else is fine until the last person standing is the champion.

In other words, the competition allows the use of magic and spiritual power.

If we only talk about fighting skills and physical fitness, Yuli does not have much advantage over the senior students.

But if you take into account spiritual power and magic power, it’s a different story.

What's more, their rules are also a very primitive chicken-eating survival mode, and Yuli has an overwhelming advantage in endurance.

Finally, with a little bit of luck, Yuli defeated everyone without any danger.

However, he had also exhausted all his spiritual power and magic power, and he was almost falling to the ground and unable to get up.

"Yuli-san! Wait! I'll help you heal!"

Camus, the only spectator of this tragic match, rushed out right behind Yuli, holding the trophy in both hands.

"Although I'm not very good at healing, I can still handle simple emergency situations."

Just as Camus was about to use his magic to heal Yuri,

"stop!"

A voice came from behind.

The two turned around and saw a senior student who had been knocked down by Yuri's two punches.

"what happened?"

Yuli raised an eyebrow: "I won. As agreed, I took the trophy."

"You can do whatever you want with the trophy! We lost to you, and we accept it sincerely, but..."

He struggled to raise his upper body from the floor, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Those wounds are a man's medals, don't taint them with magic!"

“…Haha.”

Hearing him say this, Yuri sighed.

Among a small number of fighting enthusiasts, there is an extreme idea that healing arts and magic are blasphemy to the flesh.

The accumulated pain of the body can make the mind and soul stronger.

However, healing spells that make pain disappear instantly are like turning back time, making it impossible for people to grow in combat.

Yuri, who has the character panel, is of course well aware that this is just superstition: healing skills will not cause the experience points gained to be spit out.

But... I had a lot of fun today.

Yuli turned around and said, "Okay, I promise you...just keep it like this in school, and I'll treat you when we get back."

Having said this, he turned around unsteadily.

Camus came to Yuri, lifted his arm and placed it on his shoulder, and helped him out of the duel club's room.

As they walked through the seminary campus, Yuli and Camus received many stares from other students.

Everyone was discussing what happened, and then a student said that she heard some noise coming from the Duel Club room on the third floor.

I guess tomorrow morning, the news of Ulysses' solo victory over the Duel Club will spread throughout the seminary.

"Are you really okay? Yuri, you're seriously injured."

Kamius supported Yuri's arm and asked worriedly, "Sure enough, let me use my magic to heal you."

"It's okay, Camus, just call me a public carriage."

Yuli was thinking that instead of letting the half-baked Camus treat him, it would be better to act cool in front of her until the end.

I'll ask Anna or Irene to treat me when I get home.

"Um... okay, I get it."

Camus supported Yuli and stood on the street outside the school waiting for the carriage.

Just as she was about to wave, a luxurious carriage stopped in front of the two of them.

A gorgeous face dyed red by the setting sun appeared behind the car window.

"……what?"

Yuli looked up and was speechless for a moment when he recognized the face.

"When did you return to the Vatican..."

The blonde woman ignored Yuri, raised an eyebrow, and said to Camus: “You, carry him to my car.”

She didn't ask for anyone's opinion, but instead gave orders from a superior position.

"Ah... yes."

Camus instinctively helped Yuli towards the carriage.

She couldn't resist because there was some power in the blonde's words, some power that could dominate people's hearts.

Because she is Rosalia Valentine Augusta.

128 Secret Rendezvous in the Carriage

"Oh, I'll just sit here."

"Come here."

After getting on the luxurious carriage with a confused look on his face, Yuli originally planned to sit down in the seat opposite, but Rosalia forcibly pulled him to her side and sat next to her.

Rosalia wore a high-end dress in a dark purple hue today.

As expected of a royal custom, it suits the Grand Duchess stunningly, gorgeous, voluptuous, noble, and at the same time dignified.

Although the exposure is very low, the perfect tailoring design allows her curvy figure to be fully revealed, making her more seductive and charming than vulgar clothes that only attract the eye by revealing skin.

"How about it?"

Noticing Yuri's eyes wandering all over her, Rosalia pinched her chin and smiled coquettishly.

"What?" Yuli looked away, pretending not to understand.

Rosalia stared straight into his face and spoke.

"You know, among the upper aristocracy of the empire, each formal dress will only be worn once in its owner's lifetime.

This is true no matter how expensive the dress is. It is usually only worn for important banquets or ceremonies, and once worn, it will never be worn again.

Although I hate this kind of outdated and extravagant aristocratic rules, Ronald has been nagging me to consider the royal family's face."

"Uh……"

Ronald seems to be the name of the emperor of the empire.

Yuli was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand what the Grand Duchess wanted to express.

Rosalia placed her slender fingers on the proud breasts that supported the front of her dress.

“This dress was a gift from Celestia to me when I was 19 years old.