My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Wayne eventually invited his classmate to hitch a ride in his carriage.

They were members of the handicraft department, so we could barely be considered to have some relationship.

Regardless of the other person's purpose in showing goodwill, I appreciate it. I may not be able to help with other things, but this small favor is not difficult to do.

"...Thank you."

Camille sat awkwardly in the carriage.

Wayne glanced at her disheveled appearance, soaked to the bone, and asked hesitantly, "Won't someone from your family come to pick you up?"

Camille simply shook his head and said nothing.

An awkward silence fell over the carriage again, with only the soft rumbling of the wheels rolling on the ground.

Speechless all the way.

"Young Master Wayne, we've arrived."

The coachman reminded him to stop the carriage.

"Okay, I won't go down."

After thinking for a moment, Wayne said to Camille, "Take care to keep warm when you get back, and don't catch a cold."

"Okay, okay."

She stood up, her thick bangs obscuring her expression, but her tone remained as timid as ever.

The carriage door opened, and Camille stepped onto the slightly wet cobblestone ground, opening her umbrella as she did so.

"Wei, Wei En."

In front of an ordinary mansion, a petite girl stood with her back to the car window, not turning around.

"Sometimes, it's better not to be so gentle to everyone."

Her voice was deep and clear through the rain.

Wayne watched her figure disappear behind the door, and muttered to himself in confusion, "Am I that gentle?"

Of course, no one would answer his question in the darkness.

He shook his head and raised his voice slightly to the driver, "We're going back—"

"Wait a minute, something doesn't seem right."

Outside the carriage, the coachman's wary voice rang out.

Wayne was taken aback, and then his expression changed.

A faint, fishy smell seemed to linger in the air, which could not be completely concealed even by the heavy rain.

"ah--"

Camille's scream suddenly rang out from the Baron's mansion.

Wayne immediately stood up, grabbed the umbrella that was provided in the carriage, opened the door, and rushed in the direction from which the sound came.

"Young Master Wayne!"

The driver tried to stop him from putting himself in danger.

It was clear that he had already gone in first, so I could only sigh and stomp my foot before rushing in after him.

……

The small courtyard was filled with pools of blood, and the constant rain only made the red bloodstains spread everywhere.

A middle-aged man with a stubble beard stared blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground in front of him.

He kept muttering something to himself.

"It's the Grand Duke... the Grand Duke has returned..."

"They've come for revenge, they've come to take their revenge on me!"

"Ha! I knew this day would come, I knew it all along!"

Camille covered her mouth in fear, trembling all over, and looked at the man in the center of the courtyard whose hands were covered in blood.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

His mother, brother, sister, and other family members were all piled up in this courtyard in a miserable, incomplete state.

Everyone was fine before we left this morning, so why...?

Camille burst into tears, but dared not utter another sound.

His own father was holding a dagger, his expression crazed.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize that there were other people in this space, and he twisted his neck and turned around slowly.

His eyes slowly focused, and Camille's figure appeared in them.

"Haha! And you, my daughter! It's you who's back!" he exclaimed joyfully. "I almost forgot about you!"

He walked towards Camille step by step, his trousers soaked with blood and a dagger in his hand.

Camille screamed in panic and backed away.

"No one can escape! None of us can escape! Hahahaha..."

Baron Colclough laughed wildly and swung his dagger at Camille.

"bite--"

A magical earth blade deflected the dagger in his hand.

Wayne appeared in front of Camille with an umbrella, blocking his way.

Even though Wayne has always been a strong-willed person, he was stunned for a few seconds when he saw the scene before him that was beyond reason.

"Do you...do you even know what you've done?!"

"Ha! What did I do?!" Upon hearing his question, Baron Colclough seemed to be provoked and burst into wild laughter.

As he was laughing, he began to cough violently, so much so that he bent over, tears streaming down his face, his expression one of deep pain.

"I made a mistake! I made a mistake!"

His voice filled with terror, "Your Highness, please don't kill me! Your Highness, please don't kill me!"

He knelt down in the blood-soaked ground with a thud, crawling forward to grab Wayne's leg. "My lord, spare my life! I know I was wrong!"

Wayne kicked him away, and Baron Colcliffe fell to the ground.

At this moment, the coachman from the Duke of Wincher's mansion also rushed in anxiously.

Upon seeing the state of the courtyard, he was speechless for a moment. "What...what happened?!"

"This gentleman is probably insane; we need to take him to the city guard and detain him first."

Wayne frowned deeply and covered his nose with his sleeve, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Once inside the mansion, one realizes just how strong the stench of blood is—both pungent and nauseating, something that was almost imperceptible from the outside.

The driver was a former soldier, and his complexion seemed normal.

He shielded Wayne and shouted to the man lying on the ground, who looked like a demon, "Lord Colclough! Before you is the son of Duke Wincher, young Master Wayne Wincher."

"You'd better stay where you are and don't do anything that might cause a misunderstanding!"

"Otherwise, the Wincher family will make you regret ever being born," he threatened sternly.

"The Duke of Winchester?"

Upon hearing this title, Baron Colclough's face instantly lit up with ecstatic joy.

"I did nothing wrong!" he shouted in a hoarse voice.

"I did nothing wrong! Duke Wincher's army is so powerful that no one can resist it! The Duchy of Milstein is doomed!"

"Since we're all going to perish sooner or later, why can't I get one last bit of benefit?"

He lay on the ground, his gaze fixed on Wayne with fervor.

Wayne felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze.

"You are a prominent figure in the Winchester family, aren't you? I... I have always admired Duke Winchester and wanted to serve him."

"During the Battle of Fog Moon, I was the first to open the gates of the capital city of the Millistan Kingdom, rendering a great service to your family! I am a hero!"

"But why has His Majesty the Duke forgotten such a meritorious person as myself?"

As he spoke, a look of realization dawned on his face.

"Yes, it must be because His Excellency the Duke is too busy! Please mention my name to His Excellency the Duke, he will surely remember me."

Baron Kolcliffe kept talking about how many merits he had made and how important he was to the kingdom and the Duke, but his right hand, which was holding a dagger, was raised.

"Put your hand down!"

Faced with such a clearly mentally unstable person, the driver was on edge.

If Young Master Wayne were to get injured while under his protection, he would certainly be held responsible.

"I...I didn't move."

Kolcrawl was momentarily confused, then his eyes suddenly widened as he stared at his right hand in utter terror.

His right hand, holding a dagger, slowly rose, bringing it close to his neck.