My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Pokran was curious to know why she had chosen such a story. What was the secret behind the popularity of such a work?

The carriage came to a gentle stop, and the attendant informed him that they had arrived at their destination and opened the carriage door for him.

"Thank you." Pokran subconsciously straightened his hat and bow tie before stepping off the train.

What came into view was a familiar large pot and a stone brick stove that was even larger than last time.

Pokran twitched his lips.

He still vividly remembers the last time the lawn was burned.

"Mr. Pokran!"

Chris saw him and greeted him warmly.

Today she was wearing a very light long dress, her long hair was tied up in a small bun on top of her head, and she was wearing arm sleeves to avoid getting oil stains on her hands.

Beside her legs, a small white dog's eyes lit up and it rushed towards him.

Pokran immediately smiled, squatted down, and hugged the dog tightly, petting it all over.

"Good boy, have you been behaving well lately? Have you missed me?"

Every time he saw Xiaobai, he felt as if his heart had been healed.

They are so smart and cute!

He carried the dog toward them, but as he got closer, his pace involuntarily slowed down.

Beside Chris and Wayne, another young man, whose face was completely unfamiliar yet strangely familiar, was staring intently at him.

“You are…” Pokran asked in surprise.

"Big Brother!" the young man in front of him exclaimed excitedly.

Pokran unconsciously loosened his grip, and Little White fell to the ground with a "whoosh".

The shout brought him back to his senses, and he quickly tried to pick up Xiaobai again, "I'm so sorry! I lost my grip and you fell and hurt yourself, didn't you?"

Little White got angry and quickly broke free from his hand and ran away.

"It's okay, the grass is soft, it won't hurt." Wayne said, holding a spoon in his mouth and a half-filled cup of pudding in his hand.

But there was an indescribable schadenfreude in his tone.

“This is Mr. Benjamin of the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce,” Chris introduced them to each other. “And this is the famous playwright, Mr. Pokland.”

Pokran did not speak.

But he pursed his lips, his chest heaving slightly, clearly indicating that he was not at peace.

“Brother…” Benjamin said with a hint of worry, “I asked the nobles in the Winchester family to let me meet you.”

“Don’t call me big brother,” Pokran said coldly.

“We are complete strangers, you should call me Mr. Pokran.”

Hearing him say that, Benjamin looked quite hurt.

Wayne blinked, stood up and greeted, "Mr. Pokran, this hot pot is an improved version again. I guarantee it will be even better than last time."

Taking advantage of his status as a child, he pretended not to understand the atmosphere and forced Pokran into his seat.

He gave the maids a look, signaling them to hurry up and serve the food.

"Actually, I knew nothing about drama before, but thanks to Mr. Pokran, I have finally discovered its fun aspects. I even wanted to join the drama club at the academy."

Wayne is lying through his teeth.

"If Mr. Pokran has the time, may I write to you to discuss this further?"

Chapter 52 Stay By My Side

Although the hot pot was simmering vigorously, the atmosphere around them was unusually cold, and only Wayne and Chris made any noise along the way.

This dinner was exceptionally delicious, leaving one feeling utterly devoid of flavor.

After dinner, Benjamin said goodbye.

"I'm really sorry, my unreasonable request has caused you all a lot of trouble," Benjamin said somewhat dejectedly.

“This box was left to me by my father,” he said. “I think it must contain many things that Mr. Pokran once valued very much. Now it’s back to its rightful owner.”

Pokran was stunned when he saw the box.

That was his "treasure chest" from when he was a child.

But his legs seemed rooted to the spot, unable to take a single step.

Benjamin gave him one last deep look before turning around and boarding the carriage waiting at the courtyard gate.

The horse, which had just eaten its fodder, remained motionless.

The driver flicked the reins, and the horse snorted dismissively, clattering away on the flagstones.

After a while, Pokran walked over in a daze and opened it.

The thick dust settled, revealing the neatly stacked objects inside.

A homemade slingshot.

It was a birthday gift his father made by hand at his request.

A family portrait he painted.

The childlike handwriting depicted a large family, and the author even carefully added a note above each person's head in crooked handwriting...

With each item he took out, Pokran's expression became even more moved.

His lips trembled as he touched each and every piece of his past memories.

The time I spent with them is still vivid in my mind.

At the very bottom was a small blanket that had turned slightly yellow.

Pokran could no longer hold back, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Isn't our little one a good child?"

When he was little, his elderly grandmother would always say this while holding him in her arms.

No matter what trouble he caused, he was always unconditionally spoiled, and people believed that he would definitely become an outstanding young man in the future.

However, before he could grow into a young man, his grandmother passed away due to a serious illness.

He knelt on the ground and buried his face in the blanket.

He was enveloped in that familiar, warm embrace once again, and he couldn't help but sob.

A meter away, Wayne and Chris exchanged a glance, silently signaling their servants to move aside, leaving Pokran alone to vent his emotions.

……

"Sigh! It's not like there are no feelings involved, so why bother with all this?"

Chris idly flicked a weed she had plucked from somewhere.

“Perhaps it’s because I care too much,” Wayne said.

They walked along the paved bluestone slabs towards the backyard garden, taking a stroll after dinner to digest their food.

The Duke of Winchester's Palace covers a vast area; it would take almost half an hour to walk around the outer walls.

"The school fair is just around the corner, but we still haven't found the ideal materials," Chris said, distressed. "At this rate, we'll have to find other backup plans."

"That kind of sleep-aiding effect, which almost only exists in legends, sounds like magic, so it's normal that you can't find it."

"But isn't this a magical world?" Chris asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't there be some magical items with peculiar properties?"

"But this is also a world where the vast majority of ordinary people don't use magic at all."

Whether in the academy or in daily life, it seems that no one uses magic in public, which shows that the actual frequency of its use must be very low.

He even considered that in such a world, it might be possible to spread this message in areas with relatively limited communication:

Magic doesn't exist at all; it's just a colossal lie told by nobles in their quest to rule the world!

It will definitely attract a lot of believers.

This is what happened to Wayne's body. Because the branch family was located in such a remote place and the people were generally ignorant, the locals regarded a genius like him as a monster.

“That’s true. Even someone as excellent as me can only summon small mounds of earth.” Chris nodded in understanding.

"..."

Wayne was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Chris, what you really need is an entry that will leave a deep impression on everyone and is extremely difficult to replicate, right?"

"Is that so?" Chris replied uncertainly.

"Then why not let Poppy move?"

Chris stopped walking.

"How do I move?" she asked.

Wayne smiled.

He stretched his hand forward, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

"Now comes the moment of miracle!" he shouted. "Come out, Poppy!"

Brownish-brown specks of light appeared out of thin air, gathering into a sphere in mid-air. Then, a golden line leaped out from the side, quickly shaping the sphere into a shape very much like a dog.

"How is it? Does it look like it?"

Bathed in the magical light, his eyes, which were looking at him, seemed to be sparkling.

Chris looked serious.

"Wayne... how come you also know the 'witnessing miracles' trick?"

Wayne's heart skipped a beat, and his body stiffened for a moment.

But he quickly relaxed and said casually, "I learned it from you. Didn't you say that when you first made hot pot for me?"

"I can use magic to summon earth elemental dogs that resemble Poppy, and I can even summon corresponding monsters to fight on the spot. At most, their movements are a bit slow, but their size will definitely meet the requirements."

He changed the subject, saying, "We can make a more delicate coat using just a little bit of other soft materials."

"Hmm." Chris seemed intrigued. "How long can your magic last?"

"If it's not meticulously detailed, it can last for at least an hour," Wayne estimated.

"Moreover, even if my magic is exhausted, I only need to rest for a while before I can continue. If I'm doing a solo performance, three or four shows a day is more than enough."

Wow—that's amazing!

Chris looked at the magically formed Bobby with her clear, bright eyes shining, her tone full of envy.

"Uh...theoretically, magic power can be increased through training."

"No! I've practiced for so long and haven't made any progress at all." She was a little discouraged.

Although she will still be the villainous heiress Chris after entering the main campus, her low magic power makes her very uneasy.

This means that no matter what dangerous situation she encounters, she can only place her hopes on the protagonist's halo and the ability to turn misfortune into good fortune.

"Then, just stay by my side."

Chris suddenly looked up.

“Stay by my side, and my magic will be your magic,” he said.

……

Seeing Chris suddenly blurt out, "Oh right! I haven't finished my homework yet!" and then flee in a panic, Wayne laughed speechlessly.

"Young Miss, being so innocent won't do," he murmured softly.

It's just that things haven't gotten on track yet. Once the story really unfolds, the thought of a bunch of reverse harem members frantically fawning over her every day is unbearable to even imagine.

Will this Chris really be the same as in the original story?

Chapter 53 Curse