I just hope to live a leisurely life in the world of anime.

Hmm...she had been taken advantage of herself before, so she knew it very well!

Thinking of this, she felt a little shy and silently thought to herself, "That stupid master is so mean!"

"Um……"

An Shu, of course, had no idea what the little maid was thinking. She stretched, tossed the towel hanging around her neck aside, and said excitedly, "We're going to see a good show today! Remlin, don't make breakfast, those brats don't get up this early! Come on, let's go out and play!"

"Going out to play?" She put down the kitchen knife, turned around, tilted her head to look at An Shu who was changing clothes, scratched her face with her index finger, and looked puzzled.

Where are we going to play so early in the morning?

And it's just the two of them, myself and my master...

Is it a date?

Startled by her own thoughts, her face flushed red again.

"Let's go!" An Shu had already finished getting ready. She took two steps forward, grabbed her still-dazed maid, and ran outside.

Roswaal just used the dialogue mirror to tell Anshu that he has arrived at his destination and is preparing to challenge Reinhard!

Although I really wanted to teleport directly to the Knights' headquarters, I had never been there before and didn't even know the general location.

So An Shu naturally seized the time to quickly find someone to ask, afraid of missing a single moment!

……

At the west gate, two guards, somewhat bored, started chatting.

Why would Lord Roswaal suddenly challenge Lord Reinhard?

Half an hour ago, Count Roswaal from the border suddenly sent someone to deliver a message, specifying that he wanted to have a duel with "Sword Saint" Reinhard.

As a knight among knights, Reinhard had no reason to refuse a duel challenge, so he accepted.

"Who knows? How could we possibly win!"

"That's right, Lord Reinhard has dozens of blessings. Although Lord Roswaal is the court's chief mage, the difference is just too great..." The guard standing on the door frame was about to say something to his companion when someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Who...Greetings, Your Excellency!" He turned around impatiently, only to be startled when he saw the other person's attire!

"Okay! Be good—guard the door!"

Aside from speaking to Anshu, Roswaal seemed to use this exaggerated tone no matter who he was talking to.

He gave the soldier a word of encouragement, and before the soldier could react, he walked into the barracks.

"..."

"Am I doomed?" After Roswaal had been gone for a while, the guard who had spoken earlier asked his companion with a bitter face.

I think so!

"It's over..."

Hearing the conversation between the two behind him, Roswaal, who hadn't gone far, chuckled. Who said he wanted to beat him? Didn't that guy say two punches would be enough? Heh!

He was in a pretty good mood today. Last night, Parker sent back a message saying that it had signed a contract with the silver-haired half-elf!

I should be able to get back tonight!

He squinted at the sun in the sky. That guy should be here by now, right?

……

"Ah!"

An Shu touched her nose. Who's thinking of me? Have the girls in the house woken up?

"Master, are you sick?" Rem asked him with some concern.

"It's alright, Remlin, let's go inside quickly!"

An Shu glanced at the east gate of the camp, took Rem's hand, and cast an invisibility barrier on the two of them to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

"Hey!" Before Rem could react, he pulled her into the camp.

……

"Brother, it seems like something just passed by?" The soldier guarding the east gate asked, somewhat puzzled, as he touched his helmet.

"Where? Did you drink too much yesterday? Or are you still thinking of slacking off? Hurry up and keep an eye on the door. Once the news of Lord Roswaal challenging the Sword Saint gets out, a lot of people will definitely come!" another person glared at him and warned.

“Strange…” The soldier still felt something was wrong, but he didn’t say anything more.

……

"Your Excellency!" The purple-haired knight bowed to Roswaal as he entered. "Are you ready?"

"It's Julius! I'm—already—healed!"

Ignoring his strange tone—or rather, he was already used to it—Julius nodded and gestured for him to proceed.

"Please come this way. We have arranged the sparring venue in the open-air training ground as you requested. Lord Reinhard is already waiting there."

“Hey! Julius, I remember you—you’re friends with the Sword Saint, so why do you still call him—Lord?” Roswaal said without any politeness, walking ahead of him as he spoke.

“After all, we’re in the Royal Guard, so we can’t be without proper etiquette,” Julius explained expressionlessly, seemingly a poker face.

"Is that so?" Roswaal shrugged, said nothing more, and silently continued on his way.

Before long, after passing through a small path, the view ahead suddenly opened up!

It was a huge circular arena, with rows of chairs stacked on top of each other, somewhat like a gladiatorial arena.

In just a short while, all the chairs were full, not a single seat was empty! Some people couldn't even find a seat and had to stand.

"Ooh-ooh!"

Similar excited cheers erupted continuously from the field!

Roswaal ignored him, looked up and glanced around the arena. The large number of people made it impossible for him to find An Shu's location, so he had no choice but to enter first.

Standing where he should be, Roswaal examined the young man with a cheerful smile in front of him.

With fiery red hair and azure eyes that seemed to close off the sky, he wore the uniform of a guard and gently rested his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

With the passage of time, that somewhat impetuous boy has now completely grown up! He possesses an indescribable elegance!

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Those Favored by the World###

"Master, why did Mr. Roswaal suddenly start a duel with Reinhard?"

“I had Roswaal beat that freak up yesterday. Here, Remlin, want some?” Anshu shrugged and handed over the bag in her hand.

"ah?"

Looking at the popcorn being handed to her, Rem hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand, but for some reason put it down.

An Shu chuckled and shook her head. What's there to be embarrassed about?

"Here, ah—" He pinched a small piece of food and held it in front of her, gesturing for her to open her mouth.

Rem glanced around and, noticing everyone watching the scene, leaned in and took a bite. "Aww!"

But perhaps because she was too nervous and hesitant, she bit An Shu's finger again.

"Hmm..." She blushed and lowered her head, clutching her skirt, chewing the food in her mouth, and muttered softly, "Rem was just too nervous. Rem didn't mean to bite Master's hand. Rem definitely didn't do it because she saw Miori-neechan every time... and then she wanted to..."

Is this an attempt to cover up the truth?

An Shu found it increasingly amusing, so she reached out and poked her rosy cheeks with her finger. Finding no reaction, she pinched them instead.

"Oh!" She was startled and turned to look at An Shu, her face looking like she was about to cry.

"Eh?"

Did we go too far in bullying them? No!

She does the same thing at home! She even comes over there when she's at home!

Is it because you're shy in public?

An Shu shook her head and looked around. The barrier to reduce her presence had already been set up, so no one could possibly notice this side. Everyone was looking at the arena. Roswaal hadn't come out yet, but Reinhard was already waiting there.

With a sigh, An Shu sat a little closer to her, wrapped her arms around her back, gently patted her, and whispered comfortingly, "Remlin, be good, be good..."

"Hmm..." Rem felt embarrassed again, wiped her blurry eyes, and simply rested her head on Anshu's shoulder.

Before An Shu could say anything, an arrogant voice rang out from behind.

"Hey! You two, since you're together, don't take up two seats. You and she go sit together and give this seat to me!"

The voice was somewhat shrill; it must have been a girl's.

An Shu didn't pay any attention, thinking they were talking about someone else, and continued to comfort the little maid next to her.

"Hey, how dare you ignore me?" Seeing that An Shu didn't react, the person behind him patted him with a folding fan.

"Who is it?" An Shu finally turned around impatiently. Which idiot?

This is the perfect time to build up my favorability rating, and you dare to bother me? Wait a minute! My favorability rating seems to be maxed out already, so I don't need to work on it anymore, right?

“Priscilla?” An Shu was stunned when she saw the other person’s appearance. It wasn’t until she sensed the unique affection emanating from the other person that she realized her identity!

No wonder, and they can see through the barrier!

The girl's long orange hair was tied into a bunch and hung down her back with a hair clip, shining like sunlight.

The neck, ears, and fingers are adorned with various ornaments, which even a layman can tell are high-end.

With her disgruntled red slanted eyes, pale pink lips, and skin as white as fresh snow, coupled with a blood-red gown, she exuded an air of arrogance.

She crossed her arms, puffed out her exceptionally large breasts, and squinted at An Shu. "Oh? You actually know my name? But how long are you going to stare like that? Get out of my way!"

“Remlin, be good. She might have something wrong with her head. Let’s ignore her. Here—” An Shu looked away and ignored her, then held the popcorn in her hand to Remlin’s mouth again.

"Hmph!" The girl frowned, her embroidered eyebrows furrowing, and harbored malice towards An Shu.

"Huh?" An Shuze seemed to sense something interesting and raised his eyebrows.

"what!"

The girl, who had been crossing her arms, suddenly screamed and gasped for breath! Her bangs were already soaked with cold sweat!

The feeling of being abandoned by the world?!