My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Wayne returned to the school building with the money his teacher had given him.

The thought of the pain he had just endured, as if his flesh had been torn from his body, filled Wayne with a sense of pleasure.

To keep this secret, Conley even gave half of Olive's due reward to Wayne.

Of course, Professor Conley himself happily accepted the other half.

Poor Senior Sister Olive.

She works hard outside every day, unaware that two parasites are devouring the fruits of her labor.

As you climb the stairs, the floors on each floor are spotless and gleaming.

By this time, most students had already gone home after school.

Wayne had already told Chris that he needed to go practice magic with his teacher and asked her to go back first.

Chris did not object. In fact, she showed absolutely no interest in anything related to magic, perhaps because she knew she would have low magic power her whole life and had resigned herself to it.

After entering the main campus of the academy, he became even more lax in his study of theoretical knowledge.

However, as Wayne passed by Class E's classroom, he unexpectedly saw that there was another person inside.

He stood by the window, looking down at the view outside.

It is the second prince, Lawrence.

After thinking for a moment, Wayne went inside.

He also imitated Lawrence's actions and looked downstairs.

From this angle, you can see a large area in front of the teaching building, including rows of trees on both sides and carefully tended flowers and plants.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Wayne asked.

Lawrence glanced at him sideways.

"Sometimes, curiosity can lead a person into unnecessary trouble," he said meaningfully.

"Yes, I've also heard a wise saying: 'If you don't court death, you won't die.'"

"What do you mean?" Lawrence asked, slightly puzzled.

"Literal meaning," Wayne said with a smile.

Lawrence's face darkened.

"I don't want to be enemies with the Winchester family, but..."

He said threateningly, "That doesn't mean I'll tolerate you interfering with my plans."

"Let me guess... Could it be that His Highness Lawrence, like those noble ladies, secretly harbors feelings for Prince Richard, and is therefore unable to accept Tasia's advances?"

Lawrence's lips twitched slightly.

"You dare to say such things to me? You have a lot of guts."

"Ah, actually I'm much braver than people imagine. Sometimes I even find the things I've done unbelievable."

Wayne said with certainty, "It's you, Lawrence."

Lawrence stared at him silently.

Wayne shifted to the side, leaning against the wall by the window.

"My teacher, Professor Conley, recently made a batch of toys for children," he said casually.

"In order to secure sponsorship from the royal palace, he specially selected several as gifts to present to the royal family. His Highness Lawrence... should have received one as well, right?"

His words were suggestive.

Seeing that he had clearly pointed out that he had done something wrong, Lawrence snorted.

"I had no idea that the Duke's son would pay such attention to a commoner?"

Wayne smiled. "Tasia, she's my good friend now."

He unceremoniously claimed the goodwill Chris had won over as his own.

"In order to prevent my friend from getting hurt again, I should of course help her out of some trouble."

He turned his head, looked directly at Lawrence, and said seriously:

"Therefore, Your Highness, please stop doing those low-class things that bring shame to the entire royal family."

Lawrence pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with barely concealed anger.

"Ha, friend..." he said in a low voice, "Richard, isn't he your friend too?"

"Between him and that commoner, who is more important to you?"

Wayne: ? ? ?

Why should I face such a bizarre question? Of course, Tasia is more important!

There is absolutely no AC (Acceptable Amount) count.

As a prince who had received a court education, Lawrence quickly composed himself and suppressed his anger.

"—This is also for Richard's sake."

He said calmly, "I did this simply to prevent Tasia from falling for Richard."

"As Richard's friend, you should know very well that he already has someone he loves. Yet... my father wants him to be engaged to that commoner, ha... what a ridiculous farce!"

"Since the founding of the Kingdom of Lornes, no queen has ever been of commoner origin."

"If you were truly Richard's friend, you wouldn't have stopped me."

Lawrence seemed to genuinely be thinking from Richard's perspective.

Hiss—is there really such a change?

In the anime, the king was just a background character with no presence. Why did he suddenly become like this?

Your role has been significantly expanded, Your Majesty.

Wayne's expression remained impassive, but a jumble of thoughts surfaced in his mind.

After a moment of silence, he spoke:

"However, there probably has never been a queen who possessed the magic of light, right?"

Lawrence's pupils contracted.

"Most of what you said is probably true."

Wayne thought to himself, "No wonder he's a member of the royal family; he knows the secrets of lying."

Nine parts truth and one part falsehood—that's how you get away with things in a critical moment.

Unfortunately, for someone with a god-like perspective and exceptional intelligence, such methods were completely ineffective.

"You certainly don't want Tasia to like Richard, the King certainly wants Richard and Tasia to marry, and the Kingdom of Saint Loens has never had a queen who was a commoner."

"But... that's all for Tasia's future prospects, right?"

He said with certainty, "Your premise is based entirely on lies, so there is no question of considering Richard's interests."

...It's been completely seen through.

"So what?"

Lawrence showed no shame at having his scheme exposed.

"Not good."

Wayne's words took a complete 180-degree turn.

"To be more precise, I don't want Tasia and Prince Richard to have any emotional entanglement either."

Upon hearing this, Lawrence was slightly taken aback at first, then his expression brightened with joy.

But before he could say anything, Wayne extinguished the thought that had arisen in his mind.

"but--"

"I respect Tasia's choice, whoever she likes. This is a decision no one else should make for her."

Wien mimicked the Duke of Elliott's posture, his back ramrod straight and his eyes sharp.

"Your Highness Prince Lawrence, this is both a remonstrance and a warning, in my personal name, Wayne Wincher."

"Please, stop hurting my friend."

The evening sunlight was brilliant and gentle, and as the sun set, the sky was ablaze with red clouds.

outside the classroom.

The girl, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, hesitated for a moment before turning around and leaving.