My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

After school, the First Prince invited Wayne to ride in a carriage with him.

Another classmate was also on the bus, Gavin Warren, who was practically inseparable from the First Prince.

"Just call me Gavin. Our families have been friends for generations, so there's no need for you to be so formal, Wayne."

"Yes, you can also just call me by my first name, Richard. That's what my friends call me."

Wayne readily changed his tune, but his inner vigilance had already reached its highest level.

Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.

Even if there are family ties involved, it wouldn't be appropriate to invite someone to one's home when they are completely unfamiliar with them.

Generally, only close friends can enjoy this kind of treatment, and Wayne obviously does not belong to this category.

But on the surface, you could not tell that they had just met today; their conversation was very natural and casual.

The conversation in the carriage started with homeroom teacher Tommy's seventh failed romance and went on to the head of discipline wanting to develop a new hair transplant magic.

Wayne listened with great interest, feeling that his horizons had been broadened considerably.

First Prince Richard glanced at Gavin and subtly brought up the topic with Wayne.

"Actually, the reason I specially invited you this time is because I have a favor to ask."

"Can I refuse?"

"It's best not to."

Answered instantly.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Richard gathered his thoughts and continued, "Actually, I've always admired Duke Elliot Winchester, especially the exceptionally skilled squire mage corps inherited from the Winchester family. So, I also formed a squire knight corps, composed of talented individuals selected from among the noble scions. My original intention in inviting you was to have you, a member of the Winchester family, offer some guidance on their shortcomings."

"I was thinking that once they had practiced enough, I would take them to meet the Duke and ask for his personal guidance."

Richard looked at Wayne expectantly: "But I want them to appear in their best and most perfect condition. I'm leaving that to you, Wayne."

...Your Highness, isn't this considered keeping a private army? Won't the king become suspicious?

Oh, it seems I have one at home too. That's alright then.

Wayne stroked the expensive armrests inside the carriage. "But I'm still young and know nothing about squires. I'm afraid I can't help you."

It's not that I don't know anything about it, but rather that I've never had any contact with it at all.

Although his biological father was a squire knight of a local noble family, he died a long time ago, and he did not inherit his memories. He did not know what kind of image the squire knight had in his mind.

"It's alright." Richard wasn't discouraged by his evasiveness. "Even the smallest suggestion is of great help to me."

Now that he was already on board, Wayne couldn't very well jump ship halfway, so he decided to go and take a look.

Lately, he has been frequently visiting Chris's study to borrow books, and the existence of squire knights is occasionally mentioned in some of the books that describe local customs and traditions.

In his understanding, being a knight was probably a more economical and less desirable option than being a mage. Most people who lacked the talent of a mage but came from wealthy families would be trained to be knights.

They would have stronger physiques than ordinary people, and might be able to use some magically enhanced weapons, but that would be about it.

After a slight tremor, the carriage arrived at the prince's residence, and the servants opened the carriage door and prostrated themselves on the ground.

The prince stepped onto the back of a servant and gracefully alighted from the carriage, then held onto the door.

Gavin gestured for Wayne, the guest, to get out of the car first, while Richard, holding the car door, also adopted a courteous and respectful demeanor.

But Wayne only glanced at it before leaping off the carriage and landing steadily on the flat ground further away.

"..." The prince's perfect smile faltered for a moment.

"Well, very much like Miss Chris." Gavin followed behind and stepped off the carriage on the steps of the servants.

Wayne turned to the side and asked softly, "Are you mocking me and my sister?"

"No, that's not what I meant at all."

"Will I tell on you?"

"Please don't do that!"

The three of them walked into the courtyard, joking and laughing.

Although it is called a mansion, it is actually no different from a private estate, with a very large area.

"Richard, to be honest, I envy you having such a large territory all to yourself," Gavin said.

"Why don't you just have your father pay for one for you? If you're only looking for privacy, there are plenty of cheap plots of land in the suburbs."

"My old man won't let me out of his control," Gavin said, shaking his purse. "Look, I'm penniless."

"Sigh." The prince sighed. "Actually, I'm not rich either. The cost of maintaining this estate has exhausted all my savings, and I'm barely breaking even."

Gavin turned his gaze to Wayne, who was admiring the view of the courtyard.

He put his arm around Wayne's neck and whispered, "Hey bro, how much pocket money do you get each month? Tell me so I can get a sense of it."

Wayne asked in surprise, "There's such a thing as pocket money? I just ask Sister Chris for whatever I want..."

Gavin showed a hint of sympathy: "Looks like you're in a worse situation than me."

"Come this way."

Richard led them into the side courtyard, which was a large training ground.

"Clap, clap." He clapped his hands twice, and a very well-dressed knight order appeared in the center of the training ground.

They were all young faces, around fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in uniform red and white attire, somewhat similar to the kingdom's military uniforms, but made of significantly better materials.

As the command sounded, the knights waved their gleaming longswords in unison.

"How is it?"

Richard asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

"...Looks good, has a strong presence."

Wayne noticed that the more mature-looking young man at the head of the group looked somewhat familiar. Upon closer inspection, he remembered that he had met him once at a banquet and had an unpleasant encounter with him.

Seeing Wayne's gaze linger, the prince took the initiative to introduce him: "This is Ida Campbell, son of Earl Campbell, who is currently serving as the vice-commander of the knightly order I founded."

Wayne noticed that when these nobles introduced themselves to each other, they would habitually state their family background first, and then add their own identity afterward.

It's as if someone has no right to speak up if their title isn't inherited.

"How many deputy regimental commanders are there in total?"

Wayne pondered the source of Campbell's hostility towards him.

"Two people, the other one is Gavin Warren, and I will be the head of the delegation."

Gavin immediately adopted an arrogant expression after being called out.