My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

...Indeed, it was a childish game, blatantly favoring relatives and friends.

Surprisingly, the knights didn't even glance at it, seemingly having absolutely no opinion on it.

No...maybe they have opinions, but they just haven't voiced them.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain Ida Campbell's hostility towards herself.

It wasn't that Wayne looked down on His Highness the Prince and his classmates, but rather that at their current age, they lacked social experience and simply didn't possess any management or organizational skills; at best, they were only at the level of class leaders.

These two only had time to come over for a "review" after school. It is likely that the one who truly plays a coordinating role within the Knights is another resident vice-captain, Ida Campbell.

As the actual training officer, he was already quite annoyed by being overshadowed by his two young direct superiors. To learn that the fruits of his labor would be "guided" by another complete novice and even younger child, it was only natural that he would be unhappy.

"Wayne, don't hold back, just say what you think." Richard seemed to value Wayne's opinion very much.

"What if I said I also want to join this knight order and serve as the vice-commander?" Wayne asked, looking eager to try.

Ida Campbell couldn't hold back and immediately glared at him angrily.

"Huh?"

The prince hesitated for a moment, then said carefully, "It's not impossible... but I must pass an assessment."

"Thank you for your kind offer, but let's not go for it," Wayne said with a smile. "I was just kidding."

Gavin said coolly, "Maybe Wayne is actually the type who likes to use jokes to express his true feelings."

Wow, you're quite perceptive.

Wayne smiled but remained silent.

At this point, Ida could no longer hold back and jumped out: "Your Highness Richard, although Duke Winchester is renowned, it does not mean that his son necessarily possesses outstanding military talent, so please consider this carefully."

Richard, his face stern, asked, "Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

"...I wouldn't dare."

Looking at Date's expression, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, it was as if he was wearing a mask of pain.

Although Wayne found it amusing, he still came to his rescue, saying, "Actually, Sir Ida wasn't wrong. In fact, I have never studied military tactics in my past life."

He could understand why Richard was siding with him.

If nothing unexpected happens, Elliott Winchester, as a powerful duke, will inevitably be an important force that His Highness the Prince needs to win over.

This is also the main reason why Chris was able to get engaged to Prince Richard, who was the crown prince, in the original setting.

"Although I don't know much about it, I'm personally very curious about the knights' fighting style. If it's convenient, could you show it to me?" Wayne added, "Especially those weapons with magical enhancements."

Richard immediately said, "Want this? It's easy! I have a very well-made magical weapon in my collection, I'll give it to you."

He ordered his attendant to bring him his sword.

"Because there's no need to use it at school, and it might scare the girls, I've never worn it."

A moment later, an extremely ornate sword was placed on a wooden tray and respectfully presented to Wayne by a servant.

The scabbard is wrapped in the tough hide of some kind of animal, adorned with pure gold patterns and sparkling gemstones, but it is noticeably smaller than a typical longsword.

It's obvious at a glance that this sword was specially optimized for easy handling by young boys who haven't yet grown up.

"Uh...it's too valuable," Wayne declined. "I just wanted to take a look out of curiosity. A basic, standard magical weapon will do."

"Don't refuse it; consider it a testament to our friendship."

Hey, I wouldn't have the heart to use it for destructive experiments. What if I break it? Wouldn't that mean our friendship would be over in no time?

"Come on, give it a try."

Richard cleared a space for him.

"Let me spar with Young Master Wayne. I'll use a defensive stance and just attack directly." Without saying a word, Ida stood opposite Wayne.

"Infuse your magic into the sword, and the magic will then adhere to the blade as sword energy. Then you can swing it like a normal longsword," he said. "Be careful not to cut yourself; I'm sure you won't make such a basic mistake."

"Hmm." Wayne closed his eyes.

He calmed down and sensed it.

Numerous points of light surrounded him, dancing wildly in the darkness.

Every thought stirred up a vast expanse of light that surged like waves, like a whale parting the water to swim in the ocean.

"O earth elemental spirit floating in the universe, lend me your power!"

As his completely unnecessary and incredibly childish shout faded, a surge of earth-yellow sword energy erupted.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the sword in Wayne's hand, whose original decorative patterns were completely unrecognizable.

"This is... a lightsaber?!"

Visible to the naked eye, specks of light, like floating dust, swirled around the sword, giving the entire sword an extremely dazzling light.

Wayne waved his arms twice instinctively.

The person opposite, Date, was startled. In an instant, he snapped out of his stunned and weakened state and rolled twice on the ground with lightning speed, fleeing from where he had been standing.

A blade of light grazed past him, tearing a huge gash in the solid ground.

"...Sorry, my hand was shaking."

Wayne stopped the infusion of magic.

The attached sword energy immediately disappeared, and it returned to its previous state as a beautiful and jewel-like work of art.

The entire room fell silent.

"Slap. Slap. Slap—"

For some reason, Gavin Warren started clapping, and the other knights watching the show nearby followed suit.

Soon, thunderous applause filled the courtyard, as if a commendation ceremony was being held.

His Highness seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "So your magic is so profound, Wayne. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

It sounded like he was blaming someone, but his tone was very affectionate.

"Is it very deep? Actually, I'm not quite sure either. I just poured all my magic into it, hahaha..."

lie.

In fact, I only used less than 10% of the magic power.

Wayne silently gave himself a perfect score for his impressive display of bravado.

Ida stood up, looking dejected. He stammered a couple of times before finally admitting defeat, "I'm sorry, I was so tactless. Before, because of some rumors... I had a preconceived bad impression of Young Master Wayne, which offended you."

There was no other way; when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. You can't let your personal emotions ruin His Highness's plans.

Moreover, the huge gap in the ground was like an eye, staring right at him.

"Hmm?" Richard asked, puzzled. "Have you met before?"

"Just a minor incident that's not worth mentioning."

Wien did not want to elaborate, so the prince did not press the matter further.

After the inspection, led by Richard and accompanied by Gavin, Wayne toured the prince's mansion and stayed for a meal.

They ate and drank (just juice, of course), and the three of them enjoyed themselves immensely.

"I never expected Wayne to be such an interesting person. It's a shame we haven't met sooner! Feel free to come find me anytime to hang out."

Finally, Richard personally saw him off onto the carriage, bidding him a reluctant farewell.

Wayne waved goodbye to him and walked a long way away, but when he looked back, he could still see Wayne standing at the door, gazing into the distance.