My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

After finishing our morning exercise, changing and washing up, everyone dined together in the huge dining room.

A magnificent crystal chandelier hangs directly above, illuminating the room with dazzling light.

The enormous dining table with its intricate patterns, the silver cutlery and trays, and the servants standing with their heads bowed at the entrance of the restaurant all demonstrated a strict hierarchical system.

Wayne unconsciously stared at his head.

"That's a magic lamp," Chris said, walking over and sitting down next to him.

Later, Mrs. Ashville arrived late, dressed in a light, pure white dress.

Her eyes were always stern, and perhaps influenced by her, Chris often unconsciously revealed this sense of distance.

She's a truly aloof and beautiful woman.

"Chris, you'll be coming with me this Friday to visit the elementary school principal and his family."

After saying that, she glanced at Wayne again and said coldly, "Wayne, you're coming too. You'll be entering this school soon as well."

With a history of over a century, Cheonggye Academy holds a supreme position in this kingdom, having cultivated generations of renowned and powerful figures. Even the heir to the kingdom must graduate from this school.

It can be said that it was the cradle of the aristocratic class.

Wayne always felt that this kind of bizarre setting was a common problem in light novels; it was too childish and immature.

Ultimately, the only reason these schools exist is to facilitate the protagonists' romantic relationships, right?

He glanced at Chris beside him with a complicated expression.

While chewing her food, Chris suddenly suggested, "Mom, let Wayne and I go to school in the same year!"

Wayne paused, staring at Chris in astonishment.

Wait, don't arbitrarily change the original plot! I'm clearly a year younger than you!

"Actually, the knowledge you can learn in elementary school is quite basic." She tried to convince Ashville, "If Wayne were in the same grade or class as me, it would be easier for me to take care of him and I wouldn't have to worry about him not being able to adapt to the unfamiliar environment when he first arrived."

Of course, this is not the real reason. She said it that way simply to better prepare for the bizarre plot twists to come.

That's right, she has decided to face the challenge head-on.

If there's an "undercover agent" on the male side who's on your side, you can easily resolve certain events in the story without much effort, instead of having various interactions with the male leads as depicted in the original work.

Ashville thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, I'll talk to the principal about this today. If he agrees, you can be in the same year."

"Yay!" Chris jumped up happily.

Ashville's eyebrows furrowed immediately, her expression stern: "Chris! Stop your unladylike behavior!"

Chris immediately sat up straight and placed the spoon on the tray in a very quiet and elegant manner.

"Yes, Mother."

Wayne didn't seem to have much to say about this, so he could only quietly bury himself in his food.

The head seat was empty; it seemed to belong to the Duke of Elliott, the head of the household.

Ashville sat opposite Chris, took a few sips of porridge, and put down her bowl and plate, looking as if she hadn't eaten at all.

Setting the spoon aside, she said without even raising her deep, emerald-green eyes, "From now on, Karen will be your personal maid."

If it weren't for her stiff tone, you wouldn't even be able to tell who she was talking to.

Karen, who was standing behind Ashville, showed a hint of surprise in her eyes, but still obeyed the order and stood next to Wayne.

Ashville nodded to indicate that she had finished her meal, and then left the restaurant.

Seeing her mother leave, Chris's straight back relaxed, and her whole expression softened.

She forked a bright red fruit that looked like a tomato from her tray and leaned close to Wayne: "Wayne, this fruit is really delicious~ Would you like to have some?" Her gentle tone was full of enticement.

Karen, who was standing by, couldn't help but interject, "Young Miss, Madam specially purchased Saint George fruit for your health. It is a precious tonic that only women need. Young Master Wayne does not need such a thing. Please do not waste Madam's good intentions."

Something only women need... donkey-hide gelatin?

Wayne pretended not to understand and not to care, staring blankly at the bright red fruit in front of him.

"Okay, okay~" Chris pouted unhappily and reluctantly put the Saint George fruit back into her bowl.

"Karen, you worry too much." She took a bite with a sullen expression, then made a slightly distorted face.

"It's so sour..."

"Sister Chris, why do you want to go to school with me?" Wayne asked softly, fiddling with his spoon. "I haven't learned the etiquette of nobles yet. If I walk with you, it will embarrass you."

"No way." Chris suddenly slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

She gripped Wayne's shoulders with both hands, her crystal-clear eyes looking directly into his: "Wayne, don't be afraid of the gossip. If anyone dares to bully you, feel free to come to me for help."

The still-young girl had a stern expression, and her voice was soft yet firm.

"If you feel bad about this, then grow up to be an even better nobleman!" the girl said. "So that my future self and all my family members can be proud of you."

The light of the righteous path shines upon the earth.

Witnessing this scene, the maid who had just been seriously admonishing the girl couldn't help but show a hint of admiration, gazing reverently at the figure in the spotlight.

Wayne, who took the direct hit, gasped in shock, making a new contribution to reducing carbon dioxide emissions.

Should I be moved now?

Wayne has always considered himself a good at disguising himself.

But at this moment, he had to admit that he had encountered a very strong opponent and was under immense pressure.

"Sister Chris..." Wayne's eyes welled up with tears, "I will try my best!"

And so the matter was settled.

Unfortunately, Wayne's after-school workload did not decrease; instead, he received several extra tutoring sessions because he was skipping a grade.

"No way! I don't want to have to take extra classes after being transported to another world!"

However, no one heard Wayne's inner turmoil; he had to put on a facade of being a very serious and diligent student.

Someone of his status doesn't have the luxury of being willful.

Wayne could only work hard while thinking that maybe he should apply for a remote fiefdom when he grew up.

Even if he is just an adopted son, with the Duke's mansion as his protector, it wouldn't be difficult for him to obtain a low-ranking noble title, right?

...What should I do? I really want to live a retirement life where I just eat and sleep all day.