My older sister is a villainous rich girl

She simply laughed it off.

Beware, Your Highness! My feelings—

Back in the classroom, she saw Prince Richard talking to Wayne Wincher again.

The prince and he seemed to get along particularly well, often seen chatting and laughing together. Given this, it seems that since Wayne Winchester was able to gain the prince's friendship, his opinions must indeed have some merit.

She passed by Wayne's seat and overheard their conversation.

……

"I heard that Chris has recently become interested in theatrical writing and has forcibly dragged Pokran to the Duke's mansion to be a guest lecturer?" the prince said with great interest.

This is big news in the capital.

It was clear that the prince was in a very good mood, and the gloom of the past few days had been swept away.

Wayne nodded helplessly: "Yeah... she's always acting on a whim. Maybe after some time, once her interest wears off, Pokran will be free again."

"That's not good. I heard that even when Pokran goes to work at the theater troupe, he's being closely watched by people sent by Chris."

Although his words expressed dissatisfaction, the prince's expression clearly showed that he was very happy.

The brilliance of this matter lies in the fact that Chris perfectly avoided the problem by using her own name.

The church was not unaware of the king's dissatisfaction with his excessive power, but because the two sides had not yet broken off relations, they pretended not to know and instead turned their sharp blades on Pokran.

The same applies to the Duke of Winchester.

The Duke's most beloved and only daughter values ​​Pokran so highly; who can be sure that Elliot himself wasn't behind it? As a result, the attacks on Pokran within the palace have decreased considerably.

However, the Church couldn't simply push Duke Winchester, a highly influential figure in the army, to the opposite side. After all, Chris was just a spoiled little girl who had caused many outrageous incidents.

Compared to a worse outcome, maintaining the current bad situation becomes acceptable.

Politics is indeed an art of compromise.

Prince Richard, already aware of Gavin's role in the matter, assumed it was the Duke of Winchester's response and became much more friendly towards Wayne.

He thought that after some time, he would recommend Pokran to the king in his own name.

After gaining the king's favor, Pokran's personal restrictions were naturally lifted. Having witnessed the capriciousness of a noblewoman like Chris, he would be even more grateful for the royal family's promotion.

Wayne was chatting happily with the prince when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck and turned around to look.

Golly Edgeworth was staring at him with a gloomy expression.

"Wayne, I have something to say to you." Ge Li said this and dragged Wayne out of the classroom in no time.

"Huh?" The prince stared blankly at the sudden turn of events.

Wayne was dragged by her to a secluded corner, where Ge Li angrily questioned him: "Was that 'trick' you mentioned before just a lie to me?!"

"What good would it do me to lie to you?" Wayne pouted and rubbed his arm, which was a little sore from being pulled.

"Then why hasn't Your Highness noticed the change in me?" she asked, sounding inexplicably aggrieved. "I'm not the same as before."

Every time I pass by Prince Richard, I hope he will stop me and say something like, "Geli has grown up so much" or "Geli looks beautiful today."

But it never has.

The prince doesn't even see me; he only sees...

"hehe."

Wayne said emotionlessly, "This is the truest feeling! If the other party doesn't accept the feelings you want to convey, no matter how much you do, in the end you can only move yourself."

Ge Li's expression darkened.

Is it really?

No matter how much I do, will His Highness not even glance at me?

I'm so outstanding—good-looking, from a privileged family, and academically excellent. In every aspect, from personality to temperament, I'm a thousand times, ten thousand times better than that monkey Chris Wincher…

But why is His Highness's attention only on Chris? He's always concerned about and talking about Chris... Even though she's the most outstanding young lady in this academy, the one most worthy of the prince!

"Um, actually what I wanted to say was that unrequited love requires self-awareness. No one will automatically like you just because you like them..."

"Wayne?"

Chris appeared from the other side of the stairs, holding a stack of papers in her hand. To her surprise, she saw Gole holding onto Wayne tightly, looking rather unwell.

She frowned, strode over, brushed Ge Li's hand away, and said, word by word:

“Gory Edgeworth, I warn you to stay away from my dear brother.”

Even if he likes you, that's no reason for you to bully him!

???

Wayne weakly raised his right hand and said, "Although I don't know why this misunderstanding occurred, I swear I absolutely do not like her."

Ge Li instantly flew into a rage, shouting, "I don't need anyone's approval!"

Even Wayne was taken aback by this imposing aura.

"I don't want to become someone else because of anyone!"

She shoved Chris away, and Wayne hurriedly caught the staggering Chris from behind, causing the papers in Chris's hand to fall to the ground.

It is a rough sketch of various handicrafts.

Ge Li paused for a moment, then curled his lips into a sneer and said, "You poor bastards from the handicraft department are only fit to make this kind of thing. You might as well stay here at the vulgar stalls and rot away!"

At this moment, she seemed to have transformed back into the proud and arrogant girl she once was.

Chris was furious: "Apologize to the craft department! Everything we craft department does, whether it looks good or not, is made with the intention of bringing joy to everyone!"

"Unlike your orchestra!"

She hit the nail on the head: "You have no real ability but blindly follow trends. People only praise you because of your family background, but you take it as your own ability and brag about it. Aren't you ashamed!"

Critical hits max.

Ge Li's eyes turned red, and the two were about to start fighting on the spot when Wayne quickly stepped in to separate them.

"They're both great, both clubs are great. Class is about to start..."

Chris grabbed his hand: "Wayne, tell me, isn't the Handicraft Department a hundred times better than the Orchestral Department!"

“Of course our orchestra is the best!” said Geli. “Wayne is a member of the orchestra!”

Chris stood her ground: "He's a member of the crafts department too!"

Wayne: ...

How did I get to this point?

Chapter 32 A Battle for Honor

In the end, Wayne managed to separate the two.

Sitting in the workshop of the handicraft department, Wayne slammed his head on the table, looking utterly dejected.

As a family member, Chris has undoubtedly won the battle for Wayne.

But this was not the end. The two of them set out for a battle atop the royal city, which was—

They will compete for the title at the annual school fair.

"That's it."

Chris stood at the head of the table, her hands resting on the oval conference table in the activity room, looking down at the members of the handicraft department.

"Let's do it! This is a battle for honor!"

The sixth-grade student and head of the craft club, sitting in the first seat below, responded enthusiastically, "Oh, oh!"

Putting aside the completely reversed hierarchical relationship, it's already unimaginable how the handicraft club and the orchestral club, two completely unrelated clubs, could possibly be compared in terms of superiority.

If you don't understand, ask. So, in the most inconspicuous spot at the bottom, Wayne quietly raised his hand.

"Lady Chris, what are the criteria for judgment?"

"Good question."

Chris pulled out a whiteboard from somewhere and wrote the words "school, academy, association" on it with a black pen, then drew several vertical lines below it.

"When the Academy Assembly arrives, all students will no longer be scheduled for classes, but will instead devote themselves entirely to club activities. At that time, everyone will receive a nomination vote issued by the Executive Committee, and the club with the most votes will win the opportunity to perform at the Royal Palace and receive a trophy awarded by the Academy Council."

"And last year's first place was the orchestra."

She wrote down the orchestral section and added an exclamation mark after it.

“But! That doesn’t mean they are really that good,” she said. “The elementary school students are limited by their age and don’t have very good playing skills. The other students’ appreciation skills are also very limited. Most of them just voted for the orchestra because of herd mentality.”

"So our chances of winning lie in: high investment, extensive publicity, and... more popular works."

Chris's followers reacted extremely enthusiastically to her speech.

"Correct!"

"Lady Chris is right!"

"This time, we will definitely crush the orchestra under our feet!"

Chris clenched her fist and stretched it towards the sky:

"Victory and glory belong to the Handcraft Department!"

...Well, it's definitely worthy of being called an animated work.

As long as there is a school setting, the plot will always revolve around things like school meetings and school festivals.

Wayne clapped his hands unconsciously, cheering for Chris.

Even though the number of people in the craft club has increased significantly, there are still only about ten members at most, and some of them are ghost members who only filled out the application form and never showed up again.

Incidentally, apart from Wayne, who was forcibly conscripted, all the other members are girls.

Boys tend to prefer clubs with a stronger competitive element, such as the Kendo Club, Magic Research Club, History and Strategy Club, or the Diplomacy Simulation Club. Alternatively, they might join the Literature Club or the Drama Club. Those who are willing to join the Craft Club are mostly simple and honest girls with a strong sense of girlishness.

Therefore, when Chris joined the Handicraft Club with unstoppable momentum, the decision-making power of the entire club instantly fell into Chris's hands.

"As for what kind of work it will be, I'll keep it a secret for now."

Chris said so.

Back home, Chris suddenly felt all her strength drain away and collapsed onto the sofa in distress.

She grabbed Little White and started furiously squeezing its head: "Aaaaah... what are you trying to do?!"

Wayne sat down behind her and freed Little White from her grasp.

Out of affection, Chris made many clothes for the little white dog of unknown breed, giving it various colorful dresses to wear. However, the little white dog didn't appreciate it and often broke free from its restraints when they weren't looking.

Ignoring the puppy's struggles, Wayne picked up its little red dress from the ground and tried to put it back on.

Seeing that it couldn't get rid of it, Xiaobai resigned itself to its fate and curled up into a ball.

"Wayne, what kind of handmade products do you think can make a strong first impression and leave a lasting impression?"

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "Bigger is justice."

Chris turned around, looked at the bewildered little white dog in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

……

Pokran's real name was Pokran Baptiste, and he was born into a merchant family on the outskirts of the royal capital of St. Loons.

His father was a shrewd businessman who started from scratch as a tapestry merchant and, through years of hard work, even rose to become one of the kingdom's court interior decorators.

For ordinary people, this is already a remarkable achievement.

Having accumulated considerable wealth, the father intended for Pokran to inherit the family business and property, but Pokran refused.

He loved theater from a young age and did not want to continue being a money-grubbing businessman.

At the time, young Poklin was determined to organize a youth theater troupe, which led to several arguments with his father. He was determined to pursue his ideals, but unfortunately, the troupe went into debt due to failed performances, and Poklin himself was imprisoned as a result.

He was eventually released only after his father paid a large bail.

After this incident, his father was extremely disappointed in him, thinking him unreasonable and expelling him from the family.

"Since you like theater, go after what you want."