Are you worthy of saving the world?

"Really? Really? Do you think so?"

The Imperial Prince looked thoughtfully at the mottled sky above the confessional room.

"But there is intelligence that Rosalia...

I plan to further strengthen my power in the Holy See in the future, and then... just like Albion..."

The Reformation in Albion took place 200 years ago.

With the intervention of the Albion royal family, the power of the Tenli Church was completely expelled.

This was the most devastating blow the church had ever suffered since the beginning of the Holy Calendar.

Hearing the prince's warning, the young priest calmly shook his head.

"Impossible. She is not stupid enough to declare war on the Tenli Church. This action should just be a provocation to "us." "

"Even the queen who rules the Holy Land has no right to interfere in the church's affairs... It's been ten thousand years since the elves were able to interfere in the Heavenly Principle Church's affairs."

"You are right. However, the Queen of the Sacred Tree is the Child of the White Night after all. She still holds great weight in the hearts of ordinary believers."

The obese prince wiped his sweat and said, "So in a way, she probably wanted to test it."

"Well...that's true."

The young priest pinched his chin, thought for a moment, and then smiled: "So you came here specifically to sow discord between us and Rosalia?"

"!"

His Royal Highness was shocked and quickly shook his head in denial: "How is that possible! I definitely didn't mean that! I just wanted to remind you all! You should know Rosalia's ambitions better than I do!"

"That's true, but isn't Rosalia your niece?"

The prince said with a serious expression: "I am a devout believer of the goddess. If my nephews and nieces launched an invasion against the Holy See... I would also feel extremely sad."

The young priest sneered.

"Well, you're right, Rosalia does need protection...

If that guy starts a rebellion under the pretext of supporting the Pope, and with the support of the Holy Land of Elysium, even "us" will be in trouble. "

"so……"

The prince rolled his eyes and asked in a low voice: "What plans does the Pope's Palace... no, the "Twelve Holy Sees" have for tomorrow's gathering?

I think Rosaria and the Elf Queen's social gathering must be stopped no matter what, and it would be best if..."

"I don't intend to do anything." The young priest replied.

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"Didn't I just say that? This is too suspicious."

The young priest smiled and said, "To be so flamboyant is totally out of character for that woman... She must have some other conspiracy."

His Royal Highness frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

His eyes suddenly widened.

"Could it be that... this party is actually a trap!?"

"A trap?"

The young priest did not comment and changed the subject.

"By the way, Your Highness...Ulphius Falchion, do you know?"

"That is the name of the Child of Prophecy, of course."

"What concerns me most is that the Son of Prophecy has also been invited as a guest this time." The young priest frowned.

"That's because the Child of Prophecy has been quite popular recently. Even in my own territory, I've heard a lot of rumors about the Child of Prophecy. Are those rumors true? For example, he defeated the Void Demon."

“It’s basically fake news.”

"Haha... I think so too."

Upon learning that the Pope's Office had no intention of punishing Rosalia for her outrageous behavior, the Imperial Prince left in a huff, still shouting, "It turned out to be a trap, luckily I didn't fall for it! Cunning Rosalia, she almost sent someone to cause trouble!"

After waiting for a long time for the obese noble to leave, the young priest stretched himself and walked out of the confessional.

As a result, until the end, he still couldn't figure out the meaning of Rosalia holding this party.

Is it just a simple attempt to test and provoke the Pope's Office...

No, she's not the flamboyant type.

or……

Is there something that makes her want to accomplish her goal even at the cost of incurring the hostility of the Vatican?

"..."

The young priest thought to himself.

The person who will benefit the most from tomorrow's social meeting is probably the real purpose of Rosalia and Celestia.

……

……

……

“Lady Rosalia, I heard that the Son of Prophecy also attended today’s party. Where is he?

I can't contain my excitement and want to say a few words to the Savior..."

After the Eternal Queen said this, dozens of eyes in the entire venue turned to Yuri.

"Ohhhh... I'm so lucky to be chosen by the Elf Queen..."

The nobles' whispers reached Yuli's ears, and at the same time they made way for each other like a sea parted by a saint.

Yuli walked forward quickly. He couldn't let the queen come to him in person.

I could see the blush on Celestia’s cheeks and the curled corners of Rosaria’s mouth…

Yuri's uneasiness deepened, and the security loophole just now was thrown to the back of his mind.

What are these two women planning?

"It's our first meeting. It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness Celestia."

"Oh, you are... Lord Ulysses."

Celestia spoke demurely.

"I've been looking forward to it since I heard from Lady Rosaria that you would be attending... You really came, haha, but there seems to be something wrong, right?"

"what?"

"This isn't the first time we've met, right?"

The Elf Queen said in front of many nobles.

"!"

Yuli was shocked: Is she going to tell everyone about our private meeting? Don't be ridiculous!

Then the queen added: "I held you in my arms when you were still a baby, Lord Euripides. Now you have grown into a handsome man."

"........."

Seeing the embarrassed look of the black-haired boy, Celestia covered her mouth with her hands and smiled like a queen.

This woman is really making fun of me...

If there were a lot of onlookers around, Yuli would have wanted to lift up her silk princess skirt and spank the Elf Queen's big buttocks hard.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Euripides."

"Haha, me too, Your Majesty." Yuli said sarcastically.

“Oh, really? How exciting!” Celestia narrowed her eyes.

"My heart is filled with joy, so much so that I want to kiss the back of your hand," said Yuli.

"Unfortunately, elves are forbidden from having physical contact with humans~" Celestia said.

Why are you pretending to be pure, you lustful elf!

I know exactly where the mole on your chest is, Yuli muttered to himself.

After that, the two of them exchanged some hypocritical pleasantries.

"Your Majesty, I will take my leave now. Please go on with your work."

Yuli was preparing to retreat as other nobles were waiting to meet Rosalia and Celestia, so he couldn't waste too much time.

"Time flies. It was a pleasure chatting with Master Ulysses."

"Haha, I'm honored that you say that."

Just as Yuri was about to leave—

Suddenly, he noticed something moving.

On the fence on the second floor of the venue, four or five figures appeared at some point.

The reason why I didn't notice it earlier is because I couldn't sense the breath of life from them.

There was no nose or eyes, no clothes or skin, just ball joints and a white face like a mannequin.

"...!"

At the same time that Yuri noticed it, the puppets took action.

He jumped down from the second floor, as if he was going to land directly on Celestia.

Recalling the lax security measures at the venue, Yuri realized that the other party might be an assassin.

Without time to think, his body had already started moving.

Yuri rushed forward and tried to protect Celestia with his body, raising his right hand at the same time.

"Devil's Branch!"

The dark slime extending from the right arm turned into black lightning, piercing through the body of one of the puppets that pounced on it and tearing it into pieces.