My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

"Why didn't you let me hear the whole thing?" Wayne complained with a laugh.

He knew there wouldn't be anything nice to say, so he deliberately kept bringing up the topic.

Under Wayne's persistent questioning, Chris revealed an expression of reluctance to look back.

"...That was a long time ago, children say the darndest things!"

But Wayne changed Chris's attitude of refusal with just one sentence.

"I'll hear about it from someone else sooner or later."

Then, he looked at her with a sincere gaze that seemed to say, "Confess and you'll be treated leniently."

Chris hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "If I had... I mean, if I had a really bad personality before, would you have thought I was annoying?"

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "The Chris I know is the person standing in front of me now, not the image created by those rumors."

"It's not entirely just rumors..."

Chris was surprised to find that saying these words was easier than she had imagined. "I used to be very spoiled and did some really outrageous things."

Wayne already knew this, and it was also depicted in the animation.

As a child, Chris, like other annoying villains, had no empathy for people of lower status than herself.

It's not just her; perhaps this is the general image of noble ladies in the capital.

Mistaking arrogance for courage and greed for wisdom.

"When I was... probably in first grade, something very—"

She paused for a while, seemingly trying to figure out the right words to describe it.

"A very famous event."

"Um."

It sounds like something very exciting.

"That's right, that day I was about to eat a piece of the new cake that I had finally managed to order."

Chris recalled what had happened that day.

"A maid suddenly sighed in front of me and said, 'There are still many poor people in the kingdom who can't even afford bread.'"

"Then I casually replied, 'Then why don't they eat the cake?'"

Upon hearing this, even Wayne, who had already prepared himself mentally, couldn't help but freeze.

So you are Queen Marie Antoinette?!

This is a figure destined to be recorded in history. My apologies for my disrespect.

Chris said with distress, "It was precisely because of this incident that I suddenly became infamous, and my deeds have even spread to many other countries."

She didn't know whether this was a supplement to the original plot or something else; many inconspicuous parts of the original setting became more complete after being materialized.

But she preferred not to perfect those messy details.

"Hmm."

Wayne took a glass of juice from the neatly arranged glasses next to him and took a small sip.

This explains why news of such a nuclear-level event cannot be easily suppressed. Regardless of whether the original Chris was merely a little spoiled or truly of bad character, she was destined to appear before the original female lead as a villain.

"Try to turn over a new leaf," he said. "If you want to reverse the negative impact of this, you have to offset it with positive publicity."

"Actually, I have recently been sponsoring some welfare organizations."

Chris also started taking some of the beautifully arranged food from the table, eating and talking at the same time.

She was very pleased that Wayne, upon hearing such a shocking story, not only didn't change color but also spoke in her favor.

"It's not for publicity. I don't care about my reputation."

Perhaps this sounds a bit utilitarian, but as long as she can successfully become friends with the original female lead, her life will be secure, and no matter what others think, they can't shake the existence of the protagonist's halo.

On the contrary, having a bad reputation can bring some unexpected benefits.

For example, no one in the school dared to bully her, and her girlfriends all idolized her. She also never encountered anyone who relentlessly pursued her.

My whole life experience has become much happier.

Interpersonal relationships can be strange sometimes. A good person who does one bad thing will be condemned for life; but a bad person who does one good thing can gain countless sympathies.

Although Chris felt she hadn't done anything truly bad, she didn't want to be seen as a good person.

This feels like a death flag.

Before they knew it, a large pile of empty bowls and plates had accumulated around them. Other nobles who happened to pass by looked at them with great shock.

Chris's hand, which was holding the plate, suddenly paused.

"Should we... not be enjoying our meal so much here?"

Wayne dipped a large piece of roasted goose meat in the sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...It seems so," he mumbled.

thus.

Miss Chris, the duke's daughter, has successfully created a new legend within the royal palace.

……

"Wayne was there too, so why is it that only I got the word out in the end!"

In the craft department, Chris was feeling quite annoyed by the latest gossip circulating in the capital.

Wayne used the act of drinking water to conceal the unmistakable curve at the corner of his mouth.

This is one of the advantages of being a supporting character: [The law of invisibility at crucial moments]!

Rejoice, mortals! Enjoy the pampering of the protagonist's halo!

"You're still laughing?" Chris exclaimed in a frenzy.

Wayne tried his best to compose himself and said seriously, "I remembered something funny."

Chris was speechless, choked by the words.

She slumped back down, her chin resting on the table.

Because the craft club has received unprecedented honors and is now the most popular club in the elementary school, the number of people applying to join the club has suddenly increased.

Applications for joining the club came in like snowflakes, adding a lot of extra work to the handicraft club, which used to slack off every day.

Wayne looked at the thick stack of forms and felt a sense of loss, as if things had changed.

The handicraft department, which was struggling on the verge of being shut down, will probably never return.

New faces will appear in the room, and this activity room will no longer be Chris's private domain.

He walked over, picked up a few forms, and casually flipped through the reasons why the younger members had joined the club.

"—Because I sincerely admire Lady Chris."

Wayne: ? ? ?

I glanced at the applicant; she was a fourth-grade girl.

He turned to the next page.

"I want to see Sister Chris every day!"

Applicant: Belle Emma. Second grade.

Next one.

"Lady Chris's heroic figure is unforgettable... I hope to always follow in her footsteps..."

applicant:……

Wayne quickly skimmed through the thick stack of applications.

Then, he uttered a sound that seemed to be in disbelief:

"Why are they all girls?!"