My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Dark magic, what a familiar term.

In the original storyline, the student council president of Seiki Academy's main campus was supposed to do a series of things that would harm the main characters, which would then gradually introduce the "dark magic" setting in the script.

I never expected to hear its name so soon.

Back at the Duke's mansion, Wayne thoughtfully followed Elliott off the carriage.

"Ugh—Wayne!"

As soon as he entered, Chris rushed over, wailing, and hugged him tightly.

"Well……"

Wayne instinctively spread his hands to avoid touching her body. "What happened?"

After hugging him for about two seconds, Chris let go of him with tears in her eyes.

"Wayne must have been terrified by that turn of events, right?"

She looked Wayne up and down, "Is there anything that's bothering you?"

The poor child, who usually has nightmares even when sleeping alone, suddenly gets caught up in a murder scene.

She seemed to see Wayne huddled alone under the covers, shivering in the dead of night.

"I'm fine." Wayne looked helpless. "Look, not even my clothes are wet."

Seeing that he was indeed unharmed, Chris breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, she was also filled with doubt and confusion.

Logically speaking, Wayne shouldn't have encountered such a serious incident.

Chris could no longer tell whether this was a side story that wasn't described in the original work but actually happened, or a butterfly effect because she wasn't by his side and the protagonist's halo hadn't protected him.

"Tomorrow, I'll be going out with Wayne," she said earnestly, looking at Wayne.

As long as I keep an eye on him, he should also avoid the disasters that I didn't experience.

Wayne was shocked: "After something like this happened, am I supposed to go to class tomorrow?!"

"..." Chris's carefully crafted emotions were abruptly interrupted by Wayne.

After holding it in for a while, she finally shouted loudly, "Anyway! You have to call me when you go out!"

After being bombarded by Chris, Wayne also received a long string of warm greetings from Mrs. Ashville.

"Oh—my poor child." Ashville pulled him into her arms and stroked his head affectionately. "Next time, be sure to bring more guards with you."

Wayne could only manage an awkward but polite smile.

After a chaotic night of commotion, everyone gradually calmed down after the Duke said he was tired.

"Are you sure you don't need me to sleep with you?" Chris asked with great concern.

"Really, really, we don't need it." Wayne firmly rejected her suggestion.

He didn't want to have her sit next to him on a stool and watch him fall asleep again.

After locking the door, Wayne relaxed a little and lay back down on the bed.

He let out a long sigh.

When she returned home, she received so much care and concern from so many people, but what about Camille?

Her family will never speak to her again.

"Honestly, what a mess of nonsense."

Wayne pulled the blanket over his head and shrank back into bed.

It was already very late at night, and before I knew it, the rain outside the window had stopped. After the heavy rain, there was a refreshing feeling in the air.

All sounds are silent.

Wayne jumped out of bed.

"Dark magic, huh," he said softly. "Let me see who you really are."

He took out the black cloak he had secretly prepared under the bed and put it on.

"—The true path to enlightenment is without limit, while the false and absurd are beyond compare."

As the difficult incantation was uttered, endless light surged forth from between Wayne's eyebrows.

However, all the light was confined within a certain space, and not a single ray escaped outside the window.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely beautiful, breathtaking figure appeared on the spot.

A cool breeze blew in through the open window, ruffling the long, smooth black hair beneath the cloak.

However, the figure vanished the next second.

The bedroom was empty.

……

Baron Colclough's House.

Although the body had been removed, the strong stench of blood lingered, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

After transforming into a magical girl, Wayne felt that all the attributes of her body had been greatly enhanced, and her understanding of how the world works had also changed.

In his perception, clear traces of magic remained in this space.

There was his, there was Baron Colcliffe's, and there was also... a transparent, extremely concealed magical fluctuation!

Wayne followed the trail left by the magical energy fluctuation.

Two blocks away is an upscale residential area.

Because of its elevated location, the houses here are located in one of the areas with the highest average land prices in the outer city of the capital.

The residents here are mostly lower-ranking nobles with some savings, or nouveau riche from other places who are unaware of the customs of the capital.

True nobles do not live among commoners in the outer city.

"It seems to be over here."

The traces of magical fluctuations extended all the way to a villa at the edge of the slope before disappearing.

Wayne tightened his cloak and slipped inside.

Although the rain had stopped, the sky remained overcast with dark clouds, and there wasn't even a sliver of moonlight.

However, in the darkness of night, he could see clearly without any light source.

The place was very clean, and there wasn't even a fallen leaf in front of the door, so it must have been inhabited for a long time.

However, no human presence could be detected inside.

Whether alive or dead.

He gently pushed the door, which wasn't locked at all and opened with a click.

It was as if they were inviting him in.

Upon entering the villa's main hall, a huge desk immediately comes into view.

On the desk lay a map encompassing the entire capital, with a sharp dagger firmly embedded in it.

Wayne walked over and saw a letter pinned to the dagger.

He pulled out his dagger and took out the manuscript paper from the envelope.

Your Excellency:

Regardless of your identity or reason for being here, please allow me to express my sincerest respect to you.

As we all know, the principle that debts must be repaid is an eternal and unchanging law of the world.

Therefore, I have carefully prepared some small gifts to give to those who owed blood debts thirty years ago, to remind them not to forget the heavy debts they still bear.

If you know His Majesty King George II, it would be best to pass this letter on to him. Thank you very much!

Your loyal friend Laird

Wayne checked the letter over and over, but found nothing else unusual.

On the map spread out on the table, the spot where the dagger had been pinned was the location of Baron Colclough's mansion.

In addition, several places, including the Royal Palace and the Duke of Winchester's residence, were specially circled in red ink, as if to remind people that the next target was within these red circles.

"Tsk, this won't do."

Wayne said with a slight trouble in his eyes.

If we don't deal with these guys outside, they might come knocking on our door.

He rolled up the letters and map, ready to take them away.

However, an unusual magical fluctuation suddenly emanated from the air.

Wayne picked up the map and turned his body slightly to the side.

With a loud "bang!", a huge torrent of flames passed by him, the shockwave rolling over and almost blowing his hood off.

As far as the eye could see, a large area inside had been reduced to charcoal.

"Olive, that's very impolite to greet a guest like that."

Outside, a familiar voice rang out.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and a sliver of moonlight shone down.

It illuminated half of Duke Elliott's face, which was hidden in the shadows.

"Since Your Excellency has come to the capital as a guest, please allow me, as the host, to host a banquet for you for a few days."