My older sister is a villainous rich girl

For example, things like diaries.

He also tried calling out in various postures: "System!" "Grandpa!" "Grandma?" "Artificial intelligence?"

There was no response.

In the end, he only found a few travelogues on the bookshelf, with crooked and messy drawings on them, clearly children's books.

'Luckily, writing and language are built-in, otherwise I would be doomed.'

Still feeling a bit dizzy, Wayne picked up the travelogues and shuffled back under the covers, leaning against the headboard to read them.

The morning light streamed in through the enormous stained-glass window, casting its magnificent patterns on the carpet. A boy, like an angel, was reading with his eyes lowered, creating a beautiful and peaceful scene.

But this beautiful illusion was only fleeting and was soon shattered, returning us to a reality full of imperfections.

After reading for a while, Wayne snapped the travelogue shut.

"I'm so hungry, I can't watch anymore," Wayne complained, rubbing his uncomfortable stomach.

What's going on? Has no one thought to prepare their own breakfast?

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to go out and ask someone.

However, as Wayne approached the door and placed his hand on the handle, he heard conversations coming from outside through the crack in the door.

A strange female voice rang out from not far from the door: "What good luck, a bastard who appeared out of nowhere can move into Duke Wincher's mansion."

The two middle characters were emphasized, and the words were full of disdain and contempt.

Another female voice chimed in, "If he had any self-awareness, he should know to be ashamed of his identity and not appear in front of others, lest he tarnish the reputation of the Wencher family."

Without hesitation, Wayne suddenly opened the door and saw the scene in the hallway.

Two short maids stood outside the door, carrying cleaning supplies, seemingly having just finished cleaning and passing by.

When Wayne caught them in the act, the slightly younger woman looked uneasy, while the middle-aged maid beside her seemed completely unconcerned.

“Young Master Wayne, why don’t you rest a little longer? The Duke’s mansion is so big, you might get lost,” the older maid said with a forced smile.

Wayne frowned and said, "I'm hungry. Get some food over here."

It seems there's something wrong with the identity of this body; it's not an ordinary noble young master, otherwise ordinary servants would never dare to speak to him like this.

"You haven't had breakfast yet?" the older maid asked with concern. "But it's already past breakfast time. Eating at the wrong time is probably not in accordance with noble etiquette..."

She deliberately emphasized the word "etiquette," as if afraid Wayne wouldn't understand her implied meaning.

Wayne clicked his tongue. An ordinary maid had no reason to make things difficult for him, a noble young master... no, perhaps she represented the will of another master.

'There might be people in this mansion who don't like my presence,' Wayne realized.

This is truly a sinister fact.

After assessing the situation, Wayne decisively decided to keep a low profile and behave himself.

"Oh, I see..." He sighed, making a perfectly timed expression that was slightly dissatisfied yet couldn't hide his self-pity, and with his head down, he prepared to go back to his room.

"Wayne!"

A clear shout suddenly rang out from around the corner.

The two maids' expressions changed, and before they could do anything else, they immediately bowed ninety degrees to the other end of the corridor and said, "Good morning, Miss."

At the end of the red carpet, a slender figure came into view.

The morning sunlight slanted into the mansion, and after being refracted by the glass and metal decorations, it diffused into every part of the interior, making the corridor space very bright.

Fine dust motes danced in the air, yet bathed in light, the person's beauty shone even brighter than the sun.

Chapter 3 The Young Lady is Suppressed

Although she was young, just a little girl, her excessively beautiful and radiant face was extremely striking. Her divine light was so dazzling that it made others feel ashamed and almost unable to look directly at her.

In short, he's the kind of person you wouldn't want to mess with.

She walked straight over, took Wayne's hand, and then said kindly to the slightly younger, frightened maid, "Your name is Anna, right? Please bring some pastries to my study."

The maid named Anna hurriedly bowed again and stammered, "Yes...yes! Miss Chris!"

Chris nodded and led Wayne away.

He never once glanced at the older maid beside him.

All along the way, various servants greeted Chris with great respect, but Chris's response was reserved and indifferent.

However, no one greeted Wayne, and many people stared at Wayne and Chris with surprise, as if they didn't understand why such a scene was happening.

Wayne's mind was completely blank as he was led through a maze of turns into another elegantly styled room.

In the very center was a heavy desk, on which lay a map made of some kind of animal fur, and on either side were huge walls of books.

Fortunately, there were two long sofas near the entrance, which seemed to be used as a temporary meeting place.

Chris pulled him to sit on the sofa, finally giving her a chance to talk to him. "Wayne, I heard you were sick. Are you feeling any better now?"

Looking at the familiar scene before him, Wayne finally realized what was wrong.

Isn't this the study of the female protagonist in the anime I watched before?

Could this Chris be the villainous rich girl who was transported to another world?

"Hmm... I should be... feeling better... right?"

He secretly glanced at the little girl beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Chris had smooth blonde hair with slightly curled ends. She wore an exquisite little hat, and the pendant, studded with dazzling gemstones, swayed with her movements, attracting a lot of attention.

"I'm so glad you're alright." She patted her flat chest.

Oh no, she's even cuter than in the anime!

Wayne suddenly realized a problem.

According to the animation, he is now the newly adopted son of the nobleman Elliot Winchester, but the lady of the duke's mansion suspects that he is Elliot's illegitimate son who was lost and was just using the name of an adopted son to return to the family.

No wonder the servants were behaving so strangely.

Looks like I've become an unpopular person.

As Wayne tried to recall the original plot, Chris suddenly grabbed his hand and held it in front of her.

Those big, watery eyes stared intently at Wayne.

"Wayne, actually...actually, I've always really, really wanted a younger brother. Please, from now on, just call me 'older sister'!"

She stumbled over the first half, but after finishing half, she recited her lines fluently as if she had given it her all, and then looked at him expectantly.

“Uh… but I…” Wayne hesitated.

“It’s alright.” Chris seemed to completely understand his worries.

“None of the past matters! You just need to know one thing—from now on, we are a loving family,” she said firmly.

Hiss... Wayne was almost burned by her eyes, which seemed to be shining with infinite light.

Is this the power of the protagonist's halo? Looking at her matter-of-fact expression, Wayne felt a toothache.

"Knock knock." The door was gently knocked on.

Chris immediately resumed her upright sitting posture and put a little distance between herself and Wayne.

"Please come in."

Anna, the young maid I had just met, came in carrying a plate of exquisite pastries and two cups of hot tea, and carefully placed them on the table.

Please enjoy your meal.

She stuck the empty tray to the front of her apron and backed away, preparing to leave.

"Wait a moment."

The maid's footsteps were stopped.

Chris gently picked up her teacup and took a sip.

The temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

"You and the other maid—" Her face suddenly darkened, her aura becoming fierce and intimidating: "Who instructed you to cause trouble for Wayne?"

In an instant, his voice and expression became increasingly fierce.

Chris stared intently at the maid in front of her, as if she were about to inflict torture on the disobedient slave.

Scary, the protagonist's aura is terrifying!

The maid Anna trembled slightly upon hearing her question, but still mustered her courage to answer, "Yes...yes, Madam..."

"Insolence!" Chris slammed the cup down on the table with a loud "bang!", startling even Wayne, who was sitting next to her.

The maid's knees buckled, and she quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head.

"How could my mother possibly resort to such low-level tactics? Are you trying to deceive and sow discord among the kingdom's most prestigious noble family—the Duke of Elliot Wincher's family?!"

“Think carefully before you answer,” Chris threatened coolly. “If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll have the butler throw you out of the Duke’s mansion right now.”

In just a moment, Anna's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

“Lady Chris! Lady Chris, I didn’t lie… I was just following the orders of Lady Michelle. She told me herself that it was the lady’s order, so I did it…”

She pressed her forehead to the carpet, her voice gradually fading into inaudibility: "Please...please don't kick me out. I have a sick brother at home...he needs this salary..."

"Chris."

A mature and authoritative female voice rang out at the door.

Chris shifted her gaze from the maid, her sharp expression melting away like ice and snow.

She patted her skirt, stood up, and gave an elegant bow. "Mother."

Seeing this, Wayne quickly stood up and performed a very imperfect bow.

"Leave this matter to Hall," the haughty and imposing lady said calmly.

As she spoke, a stern-faced, gray-haired butler in a sharp tailcoat stepped forward and dragged away Anna, the maid who had fallen to the ground and looked ashen-faced.

Lady Ashville Wincher, the mistress of the Duke's mansion, was the most beloved only daughter of the previous prime minister of the kingdom, and of course, she was also a true noblewoman.

Although she was a beauty, she was known in high society for being difficult to get along with. In her daily life, the Duchess was even demanding in her pursuit of etiquette and beauty.

However, once something gains her approval, it can even determine the trend of fashion in the kingdom for a period of time. Her aesthetic sense is sought after by a large number of ladies in the capital, making her one of the undisputed leaders in the capital's social circles.

Mrs. Ashville turned her head to look at Wayne, staring at him intently for a while.

He then said somewhat listlessly, "I didn't arrange for anyone to do this. Whether you believe me or not is up to you."

Is this considered an explanation?

That's incredibly arrogant, ma'am! If I hadn't read the script, I would have assumed it was related to you!

Wayne thought to himself.

After saying that, Ashville stared at Chris, her tone somber, and slowly said, "My dear daughter, I hope you can give a reasonable explanation for skipping the flower arranging teacher's class halfway through."

Chris froze.

"Um... Mom, learning flower arranging is actually unnecessary, isn't it?"

She leaned closer and tried to charm her way out: "I don't need to make a living from this, and it doesn't do anything good for my health..."

"no."

Ashville remained unmoved.

“Chris, listen to me clearly, the battlefield for noble ladies is at banquets and ceremonies, not like you poking around with a stick!”

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She sheepishly explained, "That's because... because I heard that using precious wood is more conducive to the summoning of magic..."

“That’s not true.” Ashville frowned, puzzled. “Who told you such an absurd theory?”

"Uh...it was a Kamen Rider who just happened to be passing by and didn't want to give his name. Oh well, that's not important!" Chris tugged at Ashville's sleeve. "Mom, let me rest today, just one day! I don't want to go..."

However, her resistance was cruelly suppressed, and Ashville grabbed her, preparing to forcibly take her out of the room.

Seeing Chris, who had been so imposing just moments before, being dragged away by her mother like a chick, Wayne was practically bursting with laughter.