My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Surely no one in this world would understand such emotions?

Nobody will understand.

—Chris's Secret Diary

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Wayne closed his diary and rubbed his temples in frustration.

He hadn't thought much of it before when he simply treated it as a quest item, but now he had to realize that it wasn't right to spy on other people's thoughts like this.

Miss, you should at least remember more about the plot and stop writing so many sentimental laments!

Wayne could actually understand her thoughts.

In this unfamiliar world, Chris had no one to confide in, so she could only record what she wanted to say in her diary, as if she were talking to herself.

'Maybe... we shouldn't watch it anymore?'

The main storyline is pretty much the same; it makes no difference whether you watch it or not.

He didn't want to face social death along with Chris if their identities were ever exposed in the future.

Wayne carefully put the diary back as it was, picked up the borrowed art book, and sat on the sofa near the door, flipping through it idly.

After a while, Karen knocked on the door.

“Young Master Wayne, your friend, His Highness the First Prince, has come to visit.”

?

We just struck up a conversation yesterday, and today they're already eagerly coming up to me?

He tidied himself up and went downstairs to greet him.

Richard's eyes lit up when he saw him from afar, and he greeted him happily: "Wayne, yesterday's time was too short, we didn't finish our conversation."

???

What the heck? Was there something left unsaid yesterday?

In the living room, Ashville looked at Richard with a loving expression and smiled very gently.

Chris sat obediently next to her mother, and when she noticed Wayne coming over, she kept winking at him.

Wayne was completely confused and didn't quite understand what she meant.

“Chris,” Mother spoke.

"Yes!" Chris shouted, instantly sitting up straight.

Ashville frowned, then calmed herself down with a deep breath.

"The presence of the First Prince at my humble abode is truly an honor."

“Madam, you’re too kind. Wayne and I hit it off immediately and are now very good friends.” Richard maintained his perfect smile and gave an impeccable reply.

As he spoke, he very naturally winked at Wayne. "Wayne, right?"

"Ah...yes."

"Since you're here to hang out with your friends, I won't disturb you any longer. Chris, take them to the study."

"Good, good."

Ashville gave Chris a warning look, then casually lifted her skirt and walked away.

"Your Highness, please come this way."

“Chris, don’t you always call me by my first name, Richard?” the First Prince suddenly said with a smile. “Why are you being so formal today?”

"..."

Chris gave an awkward but polite smile and said meaningfully, "A person is always a little different when they grow up than when they were a child."

Hearing this, Richard nodded in understanding. "That's true."

They're all elementary school students, yet they're all speaking in riddles with increasing skill; the scene just doesn't look right.

Wayne glanced at Prince Richard, then at Chris.

"You guys chat first, I'll go get some snacks."

He really had nothing to talk about with the First Prince, and he finally realized that Richard was unethical and was using him as a cover; his real purpose was probably something else entirely.

So Wayne decided to go for the yo-yo first.

Chris reacted quickly, grabbing Wayne by the collar. "Wait! I'll go with you."

"Um, isn't it a bit inappropriate to leave His Highness here alone?"

Richard's lips twitched. If you know that, don't say it.

"It's alright, I'll wait for you here," he said understandingly.

In the Duke of Winchester's mansion, at an inconspicuous corner of a corridor.

"Didn't you see me giving you those really hard looks?" Chris complained angrily.

"...I thought it was your eyelid twitching."

Chris silently rubbed her forehead. "Indeed, people's joys and sorrows are not shared."

“So, what are you trying to say?” Wayne asked.

Chris perked up and grabbed Wayne's hand: "Wayne, find a chance to send Richard away later."

Wayne keenly sensed her meaning. "You don't welcome His Highness?"

“It’s not that I don’t welcome him…” Chris stammered for a long time before finally saying, “I’m afraid if he stays here too long, Mother will start thinking about arranging my engagement with the prince again.”

That's the problem.

"It seems that His Highness is not opposed to it?"

"Of course he doesn't mind! With me standing in front of him as a shield, I can at least help him avoid 90% of the bad romantic prospects."

That's exactly how the original story unfolded.

His Highness, tired of the endless courtship from women of all ages, agreed to the royal family's proposal for a political marriage with the Duke of Winchester's daughter.

So, the engagement in the original work took place around this time.

Hmm, Richard has been going through all this trouble, could it be that he's trying to win over the Duke Elliott family?

He really is a scheming boy!

Wayne's expression was complicated.

It's like having your own pink and tender pig being eyed by a cabbage.

“…I don’t want to marry anyone, and this engagement must be broken up,” Chris said firmly.

"How about leaving His Highness with some unforgettable bad impressions, so that he'll back down?"

"Although I'm reluctant to say it myself, I'm confident that my reputation in the outside world is definitely not good," Chris said tactfully.

In reality, she was more than just "not good"; arrogant, disdainful of others, extravagant, and oblivious to hardship were all synonymous with her.

To date, only a few close people know about this other side of her.

Despite his formidable reputation, His Highness remains fearless; he is indeed ruthless.

"Can't you just refuse directly?"

Chris shook her head slightly and said with a somber tone, "I'm afraid Father and Mother wouldn't want to see that outcome."

“That makes things difficult,” Wayne said thoughtfully.

“It’s not difficult.” The young girl’s eyes were firm: “As long as His Highness Prince Richard goes up to the main campus, he will meet his true love.”

Good grief, so that's what you were planning!

"How do you know what the future holds?" Wayne looked at her with innocent, pure eyes.

Chris couldn't bring herself to say it for a long time.

"Anyway... your thoughts will always be different when you grow up than when you were a child. You'll understand when you grow up," she replied, as if dealing with a child.

"Wien, tell me honestly, is your sister good to you?" she asked pitifully, blinking her big eyes.

"……Good."

"Please do me this favor, it's a matter of life and death for me!" Chris pleaded.

"In short, we need to minimize the time His Highness spends with me and other family members. I will also try other efforts at the same time. As long as we can delay it until he is 15 and starts school, everything will be fine."

Having devised the basic plan in this way, she clasped her hands together in a prayerful gesture:

"I hope everyone is alright."

Chapter 19 Chris: My escape techniques are unparalleled!

Wayne carried some desserts and tea back to Chris's study.

These things weren't something he was supposed to do himself, but he had used that excuse to slip away earlier. Even if the prince knew that wasn't the real reason, he still had to go through with the act.

His Highness sat very properly in his seat, tilting his head to admire a bouquet of flowers placed on the windowsill.

He had an exceptionally handsome face, yet he didn't appear overly delicate. His brows held a touch of heroic spirit, and he seemed to attract the attention of the entire world simply by sitting there quietly.

"Flowers, like beautiful girls, need careful nurturing to truly shine," he remarked.

Wayne was internally screaming, "Apologize to those adorable wildflowers blooming so beautifully by the roadside!"

Seeing the gentle and affectionate prince, the maids standing at a distance couldn't help but starry-eyed.

"Please enjoy." Wayne placed the dessert on the coffee table.

Richard then turned his head and, not seeing Chris, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

But he quickly regained his composure. "Thank you."

The two fell silent for a moment.

Richard finally broke the silence, taking out several documents from a briefcase beside him. "When we last met, Wayne, didn't you say you were very interested in the knights' weapons and equipment? I've also done some research on that, and these are the materials I've compiled."

“Although there isn’t a particularly in-depth analysis, it covers the basic changes in equipment over the past few centuries since the founding of our Kingdom of Saint Loens.” Richard handed the document to Wayne.

Here it comes! The first trick to winning someone's favor is to cater to their interests.

Wayne accepted it with both hands, and said with great surprise, "I just mentioned it casually, I didn't expect Your Highness to take it so seriously."

“The information was readily available; I just retrieved it from the archives. It didn’t take long,” Richard said modestly.

Ah, I'm so tired.

Wayne wasn't exactly a smooth talker in his past life either. When it came to dealing with people, he would often run out of things to say after just finishing his opening remarks.

For example, right now, the conversation has only just begun, and he already feels very tired, even though it's not outwardly apparent.

Chris, however, used the excuse that since His Highness the Prince had come specifically to see him, he should personally receive him, and completely shirked the task of entertaining the guest. Wayne didn't even have a chance to say anything about trying to drag her into the mess.

Today is the birthday of the god of farming in the ancient legends of the Lornes region, and it is a national holiday. It is also known as "Farming Day".

Because it uses the old calendar system, the exact dates of each year are not fixed in the current Gregorian calendar. This year, the dates fall just one day after the start of the school term. As a result, many students are facing the awkward situation of being on holiday almost immediately after starting school.

“Wayne, what are your plans for your days off?” Richard asked.

“Read a book,” Wayne said. “Or take extra classes.”

He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 9:10 a.m.

"At this time, it's about time for my literature class, and my personal maid should be here to remind me."

However, Karen has not yet shown up, so it seems that today's tutoring plan has been canceled.

"Oh, is that so? Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No, don't worry about it."

The tutor's lessons can actually be taught anytime. Wayne has roughly figured out the level that a fifth grader in this world should be at; what he lacks is mostly common sense knowledge.

However, it's not appropriate for Wayne to propose canceling classes himself, otherwise he wouldn't be able to successfully cultivate his "angelic good boy" persona.

Seeing this, Richard suggested, "Is Wayne interested in magic? Why don't you come with me to visit my magic teacher later? Your magic power is very strong, so even if you receive a magic spell in advance, it won't put too much strain on your body."