My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Ha, all women are liars.

However, Wayne couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

"Really."

He held Chris's hand and began to gently stroke her back. "Then, call me 'Brother Wayne'."

Fearing she might refuse, Wayne quickly added another sentence.

Just this once!

Chris's sweet talk had no effect on the persistent Wayne.

Seeing that he showed no sign of softening his attitude, Chris stubbornly held on for a long time before finally giving up.

She looked at Wayne pitifully and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "...just this once."

"Mmm-hmm." Wayne nodded vigorously.

next time--

That would be a different bargaining chip.

Chris felt a little embarrassed, clutching his clothes and burying her face in his chest, too ashamed to look up.

“Brother Wayne…”

Her voice was like a clear spring flowing over stones.

Oh oh oh!

Wayne felt a shiver run through his body and up to the back of his head.

“Chris…” he pressed close to her.

As a result, with Wayne's interference, Chris's original intention to pack her luggage was completely forgotten.

……

The next day, the two emerged from their respective bedrooms, yawning.

When Wayne saw that Chris looked visibly exhausted, he couldn't help but laugh.

Feeling ridiculed, Chris glared at him, both embarrassed and angry.

"What are you standing here for? Go eat breakfast!"

She reached out and pushed Wayne's back, preventing him from giving her that hateful look again.

Wayne went behind her and held her long, slender, fair fingers in his palm.

And so, as dawn broke, the two made all the necessary preparations and set off in their carriage.

Before parting, Ashville repeatedly gave Chris instructions, telling her to pay attention to this and that, which Chris found tiresome.

"Okay, Mom," she replied dismissively.

"Don't worry, I still have Wayne. We can take care of ourselves."

Upon hearing this, Wayne assured her, "Yes, that's right, I will stay by Chris's side at all times!"

With Wayne's assurance, Ashville's expression finally relaxed a little.

Chris, however, felt that his words sounded rather malicious, and subtly rolled her eyes at him.

After saying goodbye to Ashville, Chris stayed by the window until the carriage turned out the gate and disappeared from sight.

Staring blankly in the direction of her front door, Chris muttered to herself:

"...She's always been especially worried about me."

"Of course I'm worried. After all, Miss Chris is so beautiful. What if she gets kidnapped by bad guys?" Wayne replied.

Chris glanced at him.

“Yes, there’s one right in front of us.” She said meaningfully.

Wayne laughed and said, "It was clearly consensual, how can you call it kidnapping?"

He got up and sat down.

After meeting Tasia, I guess I won't be able to tease her so recklessly anymore.

Therefore, we should make up for it double now.

However, Chris was clearly not focused on that. Even as Wayne rubbed against her, she still looked thoughtful.

“Wayne, tell me… how did Tasia get that list?”

Chris asked, somewhat puzzled.

Wayne's increasingly unrestrained movements came to a halt.

"Besides us, who else could possibly offer her this level of help?" she asked, puzzled.

...It does seem a bit strange.

Aside from her exceptional magical talent and stunning beauty, Tasia was at a complete disadvantage in terms of her social background.

Obtaining this list, which was clearly the result of thorough investigation and screening, was something she couldn't possibly do on her own.

If things were like in the original story, perhaps she could still get help from the prince and Chris.

However, after being messed around by the two time travelers, the relationship between the two princes and Tasia has not become much closer.

...I don't know if it's because of the butterfly effect, but Wayne always seems to have a certain—

Tasia was deliberately avoiding any contact with the two princes.

Could it be that when those girls bullied her, they accused her of "deliberately getting close to the prince," which caused her to develop a rebellious mentality?

Wayne pondered for a moment before replying, "Perhaps it's information obtained from the church?"

He recalled the day he ran into Tasia by chance when he went out.

"Oh, come to think of it, Tasia's admission was also due to the church's recommendation..." Chris said in a daze.

Wayne nodded.

“Perhaps the church saw her potential in light magic,” he said.

Not difficult to understand.

Tasia's magical aptitude was already exceptional, not to mention that she also possessed the rare and special attribute of "light".

In the eyes of charlatans, this is proof of divine favor with a natural authority of +99.

According to the church's past claims, sin brings disease.

But God can forgive the sins of mortals and heal their illnesses.

Therefore, if a sick person wants to recover, they need to go to church and pray more often.

By the same token, wouldn't Tasia be the perfect proof of "God's love for the world"?

If used properly, and with the added benefit of the visual appeal and healing effects of light magic, it can be a complete "love-spreading machine".

Chapter 271 Whoever goes back on their word is a little dog

However, what Tasia is doing now may not be what the church is happy to see.

I wonder what excuse she used to successfully persuade the church to give her such important information.

Chris asked with some hesitation, "Will Tasia be promoted to a higher position in the church? I've heard that their positions change frequently, so it must be very difficult for the Vatican to send someone to the kingdom?"

Of course it's very difficult.

The difference between living a life of luxury in prosperous countries and being stationed in harsh, remote border countries, even if the teaching positions sound the same, is like night and day.

but……

"It's not that difficult," Wayne said thoughtfully.

"The current patriarch has been in office in the capital of Saint Loens for many years, hasn't he? As long as he manages things well within the Papacy and in the local areas where he is to be stationed, there are still many things he can do."

At this point, he silently raised his head.

"Isn't it a bit too early to say these things now? I don't think Tasia will necessarily join the church."

"Well, who knows?" Chris said noncommittally.

As the two chatted, the carriage entered the street where Tasia's house was located.

Although they got up earlier than usual, it was already bright outside when they arrived.

The streets were bustling with people, and the cries of vendors could be heard everywhere.

Tasia was already waiting at the door of the familiar corner bakery.

Upon seeing the carriage and Chris, who was waving at her with half her head sticking out of the window, Tasia broke into an extremely bright smile.

With those smiles, the whole street seemed to become much fresher.

"Tasia, get in the car!" Chris called out.

Wayne put his arm around Chris's waist to prevent her from falling before opening the car door.

Holding Chris's outstretched hand, Tasia climbed up carrying a suitcase.

"Good morning, Chris and Wayne," Tasia said with a smile.

You seem to be in a pretty good mood today.

Wayne glanced at her outfit; it was a very simple dress.

A wide-brimmed straw hat was hanging next to the handle of her suitcase.

“I’m sorry…Tasia,” Wayne said.

"We were supposed to leave last night... but I took too long to pack, so I had to send someone to tell you that it's been postponed to today..."

When he said this, his expression was very sincere and remorseful.

However, if time could be turned back to yesterday, he probably would still have pestered Chris until they missed their departure time.

Tasia didn't seem to care much.

“It’s okay, actually I think it would be better to leave in the morning.” She sat down next to Chris, her voice light and cheerful.

"After all, traveling at night is not a pleasant experience."

Wayne was unsure whether she genuinely felt that way or was just being polite.

Once everyone was seated, the carriage slowly started moving and headed towards its destination along the predetermined route.

With the crew replenished, the long journey officially began, and Chris became excited.

She pulled a deck of cards from her bag and shouted, "Come on, let's play until dark!"

Wayne glanced at it and scoffed dismissively.

"I'm not playing."

Chris immediately became unhappy. "Wayne, weren't you always so enthusiastic?"

"Yes. But when I realized you wanted to back out every time you lost, my enthusiasm was dampened." He bluntly criticized you.

Chris's unfriendly expression froze for a moment.

"I... I never go back on my word every time."

She started acting spoiled, "You clearly don't want to be with me! That's why you're making up that excuse. Wayne, I see right through you!"

Tasia, who was sitting to the side, looked at Wayne and then at Chris.

She suggested, "Then from now on...wouldn't it be fine if we never regretted it later?"

Chris's hands, which were about to lash out, froze in mid-air.

Seeing that she had been ruthlessly blocked again, Wayne chuckled to himself.

"Hehehe, you can't do it, can you?"

He suppressed the urge to make a face at her and mock her.

Actually, the difference between winning and losing isn't that big, but whenever the opponent is Wayne, Chris always tries to get away with it by being cute and cheating.