My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

By the time he returned to the Duke's mansion, it was already dark.

The night sky was as if it had been washed clean, without a single cloud or mist. Countless stars covered the high and distant sky, twinkling with a brilliant and enduring radiance.

And under the cover of darkness, among the countless lights scattered across the homes, there is one that belongs to oneself.

"Why are you only just getting back?"

Upon entering the living room, I saw Chris lying listlessly on the sofa, flipping through a new book by the famous playwright Pokland.

"I borrowed some materials from the library," Wayne said.

However, those materials were not the real takeaway from the trip.

The real reward was that Tasia had finished her homework.

Ha, the teachers in the grade really underestimated these students' abilities, daring to assign the same homework to different classes on different dates.

Isn't this blatantly letting them take advantage of loopholes?

He had thought that his request might put Tasia in a difficult position, but to his surprise, she agreed immediately after he asked tentatively.

"I believe Wayne just wanted to learn from a different approach," she said.

Wow, they unexpectedly trust my character.

Wayne was delighted to have obtained Tasia's homework.

Looks like I'll have a great weekend.

Thinking of this, Wayne asked, "Chris, what time should we pick up Tasia tomorrow?"

Chris paused, turned her head, and looked at him warily.

Are you looking forward to it?

Looking at Chris's expression, which seemed to contain a different meaning, Wayne suddenly remembered the rumor that Ge Li had mentioned before.

Could it be that Chris heard about it too?

Under Chris's watchful gaze, Wayne said naturally, "Because I now know who played the prank that day, splashing ink all over Tasia."

Chris: !!!

Her attention was instantly diverted, and she scrambled off the sofa, demanding, "Who is it?"

"What are you going to do if you find out who the real culprit is?" Wayne asked her.

"Of course he should apologize to Tasia immediately!" Chris said matter-of-factly. "No matter what, bullying Tasia like this is going too far!"

Wayne went over and sat down next to her.

"I think it will be difficult to get him to apologize."

Upon hearing his words, Chris's expression changed. "Who is it?"

"It is His Highness the Second Prince, Lawrence."

Chris fell silent.

As a prince, no one could force Lawrence, who possessed such status and position, to bow down to Tasia unless he himself was willing.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long pause, she sighed helplessly, "This difference in status is truly annoying."

Wayne felt the same way.

In any place, the higher the noble's social status, the more privileges they enjoy. In a sense, Goethe was right.

Moreover, this has become a universally accepted truth.

Nobles are born to be more noble than commoners.

"However, we might be able to use other methods to attack from the side."

Chris thought for a moment and said, "For example, make a bet with him, so that he either has to apologize to Tasia or lose his credibility and dignity."

Wayne disagreed, saying, "But wouldn't doing that make the other girls even more hostile towards Tasia?"

She was already being ostracized by girls because of Prince Richard, and if Prince Lawrence added fuel to the fire, it wouldn't be a good outcome.

"Ugh... Why ostracize someone for such a bizarre reason?!"

Chris was so distressed that she rolled around on the sofa, clutching her head.

Even she couldn't persuade those noble ladies to abandon their prejudices; instead, the girls would exclaim in surprise, "Really? Miss Chris is actually speaking up for that lowly commoner?"

Then they looked at me with strange eyes.

...I feel like my position is being challenged.

Before this, I thought it was quite interesting that these guys talked about who had nice jewelry or who had a new hairstyle every day.

However, there are people who will defend themselves.

Often, a small group of fans who are deeply influenced by them will stand up and confront those girls.

"How dare you speak to Lady Chris like that!"

"Even if your father, the Earl, were present in person, he wouldn't dare to be so disrespectful to the Winchester family's daughter!"

While it's touching to have someone speak up for me, hearing such typical villainous remarks doesn't make me happy at all.

"Let's meet with Tasia tomorrow and ask for her opinion in person."

In the end, Wayne said this.

……

The next day, Chris got up early, which was unusual for her, and cleaned her room very carefully, trying to make a good impression on Tasia.

Previously, with Wayne's guarantee, Lady Ashville no longer restricted Chris's activities. Today, she even took Duke Elliott out for a stroll, leaving the entire ducal mansion to the children.

"Very good, everything is now ready!"

Chris changed into a simpler set of casual clothes and stood by the window of her study, using a monocular telescope to gaze at the street scene.

Incidentally, Professor Conley also invented this telescope "accidentally".

Wayne, without any hesitation, sat down on her sofa chair and put her legs up on the edge of the table.

"Chris, have you managed to recreate the milk tea recipe?"

Yes, Chris still uses the excuse of "having seen the original recipe in a book" to boast that she will restore and improve the milk tea to the point of being worthy of being called "gold quality".

Perhaps because she has always enjoyed reading a wide variety of books, the Duke's household is now quite used to such remarks.

"Of course, but it's just a simple, plain milk tea."

"Stockings?"

Wayne sat up straight and put his feet off the table.

"Ah, of course it wasn't actually made of stockings, but rather a specially made white cloth bag. It just looks like it's been stained with milk tea color..."

"No, I'm talking about stockings!" Wayne interrupted her explanation.

Having lived a life surrounded by milk tea shops, he naturally had some knowledge of Hong Kong-style milk tea.

However, in this magical world, there are no real stockings yet. The closest thing to them is probably the white tights that suddenly became popular among upper-class noblemen a while ago, mostly hand-knitted from wool.

The origin of this fashion trend is unknown, but suddenly one day, the male nobles in the capital began to openly display their thighs clad in tight stockings.

Furthermore, they sometimes compare themselves to each other, considering it a symbol of beauty.

To this, Wayne could only say that it was fortunate that everyone in the academy had to wear uniforms and boots.

However, since Chris herself brought it up, what would be the point of her life if she couldn't once again witness the girls' beautiful, glossy legs in black stockings to cleanse her eyes?

"Chris! Stockings... what are those?"

His eyes gleamed as he stared at Chris's face.