My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, when Chris tried to break free from Wayne's hold, after several failed attempts, Wayne suddenly felt her hand, which was wrapped around his shoulder, poke his injured left shoulder.

"Ouch, it hurts so much..." He jumped back immediately, clutching his left shoulder in pain.

Below the cliff, he was always at the forefront to protect the two girls, and he also endured the fiercest attacks.

If it weren't for Tasia assisting him in attacking and occasionally casting healing spells on him, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold out for so long.

However, small wounds can heal, but the left shoulder that was stabbed on the spot was not so lucky.

“Wayne?” Chris said in a panic. “I’m sorry, I bumped into you by accident.”

"It's...it's okay."

When the pain finally subsided a little, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Chris then took out a white silk handkerchief and carefully wiped his temples.

“Since you’re injured, don’t keep thinking about those things,” she said.

Wayne could only manage a wry smile.

"The doctor said that the injury to my left shoulder was too severe, so it would be difficult to heal in a short time."

After wiping away the sweat, Chris touched his pale face and, to comfort him, pressed her forehead against his for a while.

"As long as you take the medicine on time and rest for a period of time, you will recover completely."

Looking at Chris so gentle and graceful, Wayne felt a little uncomfortable.

He took Chris's hand and placed it on his heart.

Then, gazing intently at her, he smiled and said, "It's truly wonderful to see Chris as soon as I wake up."

……

In the capital city, in a dark and damp dungeon.

Here, there isn't even a single opening for light to reach the ground, and it's impossible to tell whether it's day or night outside.

"Snapped!"

The leather whip, stained black with blood, lashed fiercely against the exposed back of the person bound to the wooden frame.

Behind him, there wasn't a single piece of whole, good flesh left.

"Speak! Where are your accomplices?" A guard in a city guard uniform was interrogating a fugitive he had just captured.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The young man who was tied up was covered in blood, but he still let out a shrill laugh.

"Snapped!"

Another lash.

“Looks like they’re still not giving up,” another guard said, and began to use other instruments of torture.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Screams echoed throughout every corner of the dungeon.

"It seems your accomplices have already abandoned you..." The guard's low voice sounded like an enticement.

"What were your companions doing while you were suffering here?"

"Think about it, hmm?"

"Perhaps they're in a tavern, drinking and enjoying a night of pleasure with beautiful women... Who would remember to come to your rescue?"

The young man named Hal began to howl incessantly: "Kill me! Kill me!"

The wooden frame, tightly bound to him, made a screeching sound as he struggled, as if it were about to fall apart.

"No, no, no, we wouldn't let you die so easily if we didn't get the information we wanted." The guard released the torture instruments and signaled another person to continue the interrogation.

Before leaving the dungeon, he passed by a basin of water placed at the entrance and washed the bloodstains that had accidentally gotten on his hands.

As easily as taking someone's life from their hand, the guard casually flicked away the remaining water droplets.

He walked uphill, and the light grew brighter and brighter.

A moment later, he returned to the world of men.

A plain-looking carriage is quietly parked on the street corner, waiting to take away a soul that is about to regain its freedom.

His task has been completed.

The person in the dungeon will soon die, and I will take the bounty and go to another province to start a new life under an assumed name.

He suppressed his joy and boarded the carriage.

Once he was seated, the horse in front of the carriage raised its hooves high.

"boom--"

A deafening roar annihilated all evil.

Chapter 148 I would gladly endure this level of pain.

A week later, Wayne returned to the academy.

His left shoulder was still bandaged under his uniform, but it was no longer apparent from his appearance that he had suffered a serious injury.

During the week he spent recuperating at home, he thoroughly enjoyed Chris's meticulous care.

She served him tea and water, changed his dressings and wiped his body, and even fed him bite by bite.

It was absolutely double the sweetness and tenderness.

Chris responded very firmly to his suggestion that "it would be just as good to have the maids do it."

“I also want to be able to do something... I can’t always take everyone’s protection and care for granted.”

It seems that he feels guilty about his powerlessness.

Even when she was in the room with him, he could often see her sitting at the table, constantly writing and drawing on paper.

This is a complete reversal of his previous lazy and unambitious state.

Sigh, it's true that a hero rescuing a damsel in distress is the best catalyst for romance. Even Chris, a transmigrator from the Celestial Empire, is no exception.

Thinking of Chris's gentle kindness, Wayne couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

As for this event that deviated so drastically from the original plot...

Wayne's gaze darkened.

There were three people involved in the incident, but only one was eventually arrested.

The woman who used wind magic disappeared at the scene of the fight, and the city guards searched the ruins for a long time afterward but could not find any trace of her.

Another prisoner, Hal, who had a chance of making a breakthrough, failed to escape this time.

Because he died directly in the dungeon.

The guard who was suspected of tampering with him died even earlier than Hal. He had just interrogated Hal once, and shortly after leaving the dungeon, he and his carriage were blown to smithereens.

So impatient, not even bothering with the most basic disguise or cover-up, it's clearly telling everyone: I'm going to kill them, what can you do to me?

The king was furious about the case and ordered officials from several departments to conduct a joint investigation.

The most frustrating thing is that, after investigation, it was found that the explosive device had been leaked from Professor Conley's research lab.

Professor Conley, who was arrested by the city guards and questioned according to procedure, only knew that some of his props had entered the black market, but he had no idea who they might have ended up in.

If he weren't Wayne's teacher, he would probably be badly injured, if not killed.

Thinking about those troubling things, Wayne rubbed his temples in distress.

However, the bloodshed and turmoil outside seemed to have no effect on this peaceful campus.

The students still spend every day in the school studying hard and making progress every day, or playing around and laughing and arguing.

Once again surrounded by this flower-filled environment, Wayne felt a sense of unreality, as if he had been transported to another world.

He was recuperating at home a while ago, and many friends came to visit him.

However, Miss Ge Li did not come.

—That's normal, isn't it?

As the daughter of Minister Franz, she had to consider the position of her father and family, and it was originally impossible for her to have any close relationship with the Wintcher family.

If he just stayed at home, Wayne could temporarily convince himself not to think so much.

Now that they're back at the academy, the problems that were unresolved before are back in front of them.

He didn't know whether he should take the initiative to see her.

Before the practical exam, he tried to explain several times, but she was very resistant.

That gentle Miss Ge Li seems to have disappeared.

Her gaze was cold as she looked at herself.

I must have hurt her terribly...

Wayne listlessly endured until the end of get out of class and went to the infirmary alone to change his dressing.

But when he arrived at the infirmary, the school doctor was not there.

The door was ajar; it opened with a push, and there was no one inside.

"Is anyone there?" he asked naively.

No response.

After letting out a long sigh, Wayne closed the door with a helpless expression.

He can handle simple tasks like changing dressings on his own.

He took off his shirt, unwrapped the bandages, revealing the still ugly and horrifying scars.

Just as I tossed the bandage aside, the door to the infirmary was opened again.

Someone walked in.

“Teacher, I’m Wayne Wincher from Class 1-E. My application has been approved, and I’ll be coming here for my dressing changes for a while,” he said without turning his head.

He took out the ointment he had brought with him.

However, there was no response from behind.

As if sensing something, he stopped moving.

Wayne dared not speak, and remained silent.

A moment later, that familiar voice reached my ears.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

A complex expression appeared on Wayne's face.

“I… am scared,” he said softly.

"What are you afraid of?" Her tone was flat, without a trace of emotion.

"I'm afraid... what if I say the wrong thing, and you run away again?"

He turned around and saw the figure that always appeared in his dreams.

Perhaps it was because he had done too many bad things during the day, but every night he would dream of Miss Ge Li being "stolen" by Chris, which tormented him and kept him awake all night.

Ge Li leaned against the door, staring blankly at the huge scar on his shoulder.

She wore her uniform meticulously, with every detail, including the collar and hem, perfectly straightened.

This made her demeanor appear haughty.

Did the girl, who was submissive beneath him and seemed to have abandoned all pride, really exist?

The man in front of him suddenly smiled coldly.

"Is this proof of your love for Chris?" she asked.

Upon hearing this, Wayne abandoned his plan to apply the medicine and walked towards her shirtless.