My older sister is a villainous rich girl

A person who appears strong may be heartbroken by a very ordinary sentence.

Even seemingly indifferent people can be easily swayed by a casual remark from someone else.

In those anime and games, if you want to win over a character, isn't there always an important line that can strike a chord with them?

Upon hearing this line, the other person will involuntarily have a thought—

"What? So I like this person."

The key line is "key".

A key used to open a certain circuit as a matter of course.

As long as you say those words, they will fall in love with you, and all other conditions will dissolve.

All the gentleness, companionship, and fun are just empty adjectives, merely used to forcefully explain the rationale behind "I like you".

It's like, as long as you pick up the corresponding key, you can open the locked door.

It has nothing to do with the person who holds the key.

That's what Chris thought.

So whenever a friend recommends an otome game or anime to her, she just can't get into the story.

One character after another is lined up waiting to be conquered, just like one seemingly heavy iron gate after another blocking the way.

Then you have to keep using the key to open the door, keep walking forward, and keep walking.

In the mechanical and repetitive actions, one forgets why one must open the door, why one must keep moving forward, and the beginning and end of this road.

What about those doors behind them?

It seemed as if an answer echoed in my ears:

What's past is past and doesn't matter anymore; what comes next will be more exciting and breathtaking than those doors.

Wayne Wincher is just an ordinary door.

His key line is—Wayne, let's be together forever!

The difficulty of the strategy is so low that she wasn't a popular character in the anime of her previous life.

But she hasn't even started the strategy yet!

She didn't say the crucial line, "We'll be together forever!"

"Why?" Chris seemed genuinely confused and asked very seriously.

The other four girls present glanced back and forth between Chris and Wayne with strange looks.

What should have been a topic filled with shyness, restlessness, and unease was turned into something like an academic discussion by the two of them.

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "There are many ways to increase favorability, right? Maybe it's because the wind blowing in our face when we go out together is comfortable, or maybe it's just because you wore a little dress that I thought was very cute one day."

"That sounds really weird."

"Hey, you only think such a poetic description is perverted?"

Chris used sharp words to hide the burning sensation on her cheeks: "Because...because when I was thinking about how comfortable the wind felt, you were only thinking about such superficial things as increasing our favorability..."

To end this unexpected incident, she quickly grabbed the crumpled papers and threw them away again.

This time, as Wayne had hoped, he drew number 1, and number 6 was Chris.

He smiled.

Question: What kind of boy would Chris like?

Chris answered without hesitation.

"If I were to talk about my ideal type, it would be someone who is handsome, capable, down-to-earth, and not a womanizer."

Wayne was speechless.

'Don't all the male candidates meet the requirements?'

Then Chris added, "And, he has to be a normal person."

Okay, all the male candidates can be eliminated now.

……

The next day, everyone was yawning and looked exhausted.

“Chris, I invited the heads of several chambers of commerce to the Duke’s mansion yesterday, including Mr. Pokran’s family.”

On the way to the academy, Wayne said to Chris.

There were only the two of them in the carriage; the other four people were in another carriage following behind.

Upon hearing this, Chris perked up.

"What do you want?"

Then she looked deflated, "But Mr. Pokran doesn't seem to want to return to the family."

"It doesn't necessarily mean he has to come back... but I think there must be something he hasn't let go of, right?"

Previously, Pokran spoke of his grandmother with such nostalgia.

I wonder if my old friend is still alive?

Perhaps if we just give them an opportunity, things could turn around?

“Hmm, then I’ll have to find another opportunity to invite Mr. Pokran,” Chris said thoughtfully.

“No rush, we can test the waters first,” he said. “At worst, we can have the Baptiste Merchant Guild make a few more trips. They won’t lose out by cooperating with the Duke’s mansion in the long run.”

"Not bad, very thoughtful," Chris praised.

"Oh, there's one more thing."

Wien pondered how to organize his thoughts, "Well, it's like this, I once ran into Ge Li by chance."

Chris hummed in agreement, indicating that she was listening.

"Then I heard her say that she was also going to ask a famous musician to compose music for the orchestra."

"Let her go find it. I want to win fair and square," Klee said nonchalantly.

...Do you two both have a problem with your definition of being upright and honorable?

Upon arriving at school, Wayne, as always, sat down in his seat and began to study the content at the back of the textbook on his own.

Soon after, Prince Richard also arrived at the classroom.

After greeting Wayne, he complained, "I was going to recommend Mr. Pokran, but the Duke beat me to it."

Wayne wouldn't be fooled by his superficial actions. As the crown prince, Richard certainly couldn't be the first to stand up and draw fire when the church's attitude was radical.

The reason he thought about it but didn't do it was simply because he was waiting for the situation to ease up a bit so he could come out and play the good guy again.

Sure enough, Richard continued, "However, I have suggested to my father that we invite Mr. Pokran to become the vice president of the Kingdom's Playwrights' Association."

“That’s a position that would be very suitable for Mr. Pokran.”

He felt he had done a good job and showed a smug expression.

“That’s wonderful. Mr. Pokran can finally realize his ambitions,” Wayne said.

He was still happy for Pokran.

Although Poklin's works always criticized the aristocracy and were quite sarcastic about the Winchester family, perhaps influenced by his previous life, he greatly admired these works that stood from the perspective of the working class and spoke out for the common people.

From a historical perspective, perhaps only works like this can secure a place in history books.

However, gaining the king's favor was only the beginning for Pokran; he needed a more impactful work to truly stir up the storm.

Chapter 51 Benjamin and Pokran

"On the afternoon of October 7th, Lornes New Calendar Year 271"

I invited some friends over to my house today, and... well, there's not much to write about.

On the afternoon of October 8, Lornes, year 271 of the New Calendar.

Wynn's last gift was actually for me? Shocking. It was a really ugly brown bear, along with a handwritten card that said: For Chris.

Ugh, my damn charm! Is it because I'm too nice to Wayne? But what if he turns evil if I don't show him the proper care?

I'm too difficult.

……

On the afternoon of October 10, Lornes, year 271 of the New Calendar.

Today I met people from the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce, including Pokran's younger brother, Benjamin.

We casually mentioned Pokran, and he couldn't help but ask about Pokran's recent situation, which suggests that there is still some brotherly affection between them.

He said he wanted to meet with Pokran privately.

……

On the afternoon of October 12, Lornes, year 271 of the New Calendar.

Tonight, Wayne and I have each invited Benjamin and Mr. Pokran to our house for dinner.

Hot pot! It's the one!

I hope everything goes well...

In the study, Chris closed her secret diary and carefully hid it in a hidden compartment under her desk.

Looking out from the side window, one can see the lush green courtyard of the Duke's mansion, and a carriage slowly drives into the courtyard gate.

Wayne was standing at the entrance of the mansion, ready to greet him.

This is to pick up Benjamin; Mr. Pokland's carriage has only just set off.

"Good afternoon, Master Wayne." Benjamin greeted Wayne and then turned around to unload a heavy-looking box from the carriage.

When the box landed heavily on the ground, it kicked up a lot of dust, indicating that it had been idle for a long time.

"What is this?" Wayne asked.

“This is something my older brother had when he was a child.”

Benjamin said, "After he left, my father put them all away and locked them up. But I stole them when my father wasn't looking."

Well done!

Wayne smiled and said, "Won't your father be angry if he finds out?"

“That’s just how my father is. He’s very stubborn. Even though he misses my older brother a lot, he just won’t say a word about it,” Benjamin complained.

“He’s kept these things for over ten years. He’s unwilling to throw them away or even look at them. He thinks I don’t know about them.”

He thought for a moment and said, "If I don't expose myself, my father might not find out for another ten years or so."

Wayne had his servants help him put the boxes away.

"Chris has prepared her homemade hot pot tonight. I wonder if Mr. Benjamin will enjoy it."

Fortunately, Lady Ashville and Duke Elliott had gone to visit one of her close friends and were not home today. Otherwise, she could have foreseen her inevitable fate of being punished.

“I don’t think I’m picky about food; as long as there’s meat, I’m fine with it,” Benjamin said with a hearty laugh.

……

Pokran accepted the Duke's invitation once again.

Now he had to admit that perhaps the Winchester family lady had an unexpected talent for dramatic writing.

Unlike his other works, "Superhero Bobby" is not filled with satire of various social realities, nor does it have any profound meaning.

It's a fictional story about fighting monsters, but it's loved by people of all ages and genders.

Especially children.

Whenever he saw those laughing children running around outside the theater, imitating the actors on stage and shouting "Bobby, transform!", he felt an indescribable feeling.

He thought that Chris must have grasped something he hadn't yet realized.

Because she truly pioneered a path that no one seemed to have ever traversed before.