My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

"Putting everything else aside, His Highness is quite proper in terms of etiquette."

Conversing with others is not aggressive; on the contrary, it makes people feel quite comfortable and at ease.

However, Wayne remembered that in the storyline, the First Prince was a seemingly perfect nobleman who could do everything well, but in reality, he was weary of everything because he had seen through life.

He is a super cunning man who can flatter people to the most heartfelt terms on the surface, but secretly curses them as utter idiots in his heart.

Sitting in the carriage, Wayne recalled some of the little details of their time together.

To be honest, he didn't think Richard's so-called "Knights" could play any significant role.

They used the most basic training methods, which were probably not even as good as my own university military training back then.

Although the equipment was good, it did not give them a complete and overwhelming advantage.

Perhaps this is why the knightly order disappeared without a trace and was never heard from again.

The prince only wanted to imitate the hero on a whim, and once his interest faded, there was no need for this youth knight order to exist.

As he grew older and became more proficient in magic, His Highness always found that magicians were far superior to knights.

Although in the later part of the story, the prince did not seem to have any intention of forming another magician group.

By then, he had indeed gathered around him a group of people with extremely high magical talent, whose expertise covered almost every industry.

But they all joined this group centered around Chris simply because they were captivated by her personality and charisma. Even the prince was nothing more than a mere sycophant within it.

Why does it sound a little pathetic?

Never mind, it's not my money that's being wasted now anyway.

The prince's carriage drove straight into the duke's mansion. Wayne noticed that several large carriages were parked in the courtyard, and the mansion was brightly lit.

Because the prince had sent someone to inform her in advance, the maid Karen was already waiting for him at the door.

"Young Master Wayne, His Majesty the Duke has returned."

Before any other feelings could surface, my first reaction was a joy that seemed to spring from the bottom of my heart.

Then it turned into a slight panic.

They probably won't notice anything wrong with them, right?

That's so unfair! Why can Chris keep her memories after time travel, but I can't?

Although there's nothing noteworthy about this body's past memories.

Unlike himself, who was always cautious, Chris's life was like a fish in water. If it weren't for the diary written in Chinese characters, Wayne wouldn't even be able to tell the difference between this Chris and the one in the animation.

It's so accurate, it's like the real person is acting, there's no conflict between their memories and their character.

Why are there such big differences between people?

If anyone from the Space-Time Administration detects this dimension, please give this experience a bad review. Thank you.

"Really? That's wonderful. Take me to see my father."

Elliott Winche had only been home a short while before he went straight to his study to continue working, without even taking a break.

It seems like he never finishes his work.

But thanks to his hard work, even twenty years after the death of the previous Duke Winchester, who was famous overseas, the Winchester family remained one of the most prominent noble families in the capital, and even the king could not ignore their opinions.

Wayne felt a lot of pressure dealing with such a person, but fortunately, Elliott was relatively kind to him.

"Oh, it's Wayne." The Duke inquired about his adopted son's life in the capital. "How have you been lately?"

"not bad."

You can't just say you're not used to it.

"Did you go to the First Prince's residence today?"

"Um."

"What do you think of His Highness?"

"He is a very outstanding person."

Eliot closed the document he had just finished annotating and then pulled out another one from a stack next to him.

"The First Prince is indeed very outstanding," he said without looking up. "However, our Winchester family also has its own stance."

Before Wayne could react, the Duke dismissed him.

"Is there anything else? I'm very busy right now."

"...That's all."

……

Wayne closed the study door for him, looking speechless.

In any case, shouldn't we at least chat a bit and reconnect?

After thinking it over, Wayne decided to have a life-changing talk with Chris.

Surprisingly, Chris didn't stay in her room late at night. Instead, she was alone on the terrace, resting her chin on her hand and enjoying the breeze.

Wayne walked over. "Sister Chris, what are you doing here?"

She didn't turn around, but instead reached out her hand to feel the gentle night breeze.

Summer is drawing to a close, and the melancholic autumn is quietly approaching.

"Wayne, do you miss home?"

"Home?" Wayne fell silent.

He didn't know how to answer.

If the question is about this body, then the so-called home was practically nonexistent, no... it might have been better if it hadn't existed at all.

But if the question is about one's own soul...

"I've always felt that you should do the right things at the right stage of life," Wayne said softly. "Living in the present is what makes life meaningful."

"Yes." She hugged her knees, a strand of slightly curled golden hair slipping down from her ear.

"I'm so pathetic... I even need a kid that's so much younger than me to comfort me about something like this."

Her voice was so low it was almost a whisper, but Wayne heard it all clearly.

"She's only a year younger." Wayne sat down beside her and they gazed at the silver moon in the sky together.

"Chris, do you like the First Prince?"

Hearing Wayne's question, Chris finally looked at him with surprise.

"Why are you suddenly asking that?" she asked, then added, displeased. "And you should call me 'older sister'!"

"Because I heard that your greatest wish in life is to marry the first prince."

Chris's eyebrows twitched.

She turned her head away: "That's not true."

"Yeah?"

Wayne slapped his palm, then exclaimed in realization, "Oh right, you like the boy-next-door type. Would you like to marry a man like that someday?"

"Hey, that's enough, don't test my patience." A vein popped out on Chris's forehead.

She quickly let out a long, deflated sigh, her expression melancholy. "If only I didn't have to get married."

"Hmm?" Wayne asked in surprise, "Why don't you want to get married? The First Prince is great."

They're only a tiny bit worse than me.

"My lifelong dream is to be able to live a life free from worries about food and clothing, and ideally, to have an obedient and adorable dog, living a life without any worries for the rest of my life." She sighed again, her tone heavy.

...If someone can truly live a life without worrying, it can only be because everyone else has already taken care of everything for them, right?

"It sounds like marrying the First Prince is actually possible."

"Did you take the wrong medicine tonight? You keep talking about getting married." Chris looked suspicious.

"I met the First Prince today—His Highness Richard," Wayne said.

She already knew that. "So?"

"So, it's not surprising that Chris would like a guy like that."

"I told you I don't like it."

"real?"

"Really, really, really!" Chris grabbed his face and rubbed it all over.

"It seems everyone says you're deeply in love with the First Prince."

"None of the previous ones count!"