My older sister is a villainous rich girl

She remained expressionless. "Then try to be as concise as possible."

“Ahem…” Wayne organized his thoughts and said earnestly, “Father is very worried about you.”

"What do I have to worry about?"

Chris reluctantly took off her indoor shoes and crossed her legs on the sofa.

“You must know.” Wayne’s gaze couldn’t help but wander to another place.

After a moment of silence, Chris squinted and asked, "Is it about... my magical abilities?"

Wayne pursed his lips but nodded.

"Ha." Chris uttered a sarcastic interjection.

"Yes, people always think that I can't do anything because I don't have magic."

Wayne immediately sided with her: "I never thought that way!"

Strength is certainly the primary attribute for meeting the requirements of survival, but the more advanced a society becomes, the fewer things can be accomplished solely through strength.

Or, although it is only summarized by the word "power", it does not mean that it has only one form of expression.

"Why must I use my weaknesses to compete with others' strengths..." she said, biting her lip. "It's like being forced to crawl on the ground when I can walk."

Chapter 559 Wayne is at ease

"Maybe it's because he only saw everyone else walking, but didn't know you could fly?" Wayne quipped.

Chris gave him a playful shove on the shoulder. "Hey! I'm angry right now, don't interrupt."

Wayne laughed and opened his arms, pulling her head directly into his embrace.

“It’s alright. There’s a saying that ‘fear stems from the unknown.’ Your father is afraid that you won’t be able to handle those difficulties because he doesn’t know you well enough,” he comforted patiently.

"And what about you?" Chris suddenly asked. "Do you know me well enough?"

Wayne stopped swaying her around in his arms and fell into thought for a moment.

As for his understanding of Chris, although he couldn't guarantee that he had completely grasped every aspect of her... he was certain that, apart from herself, probably no one in the world understood her better than him.

After a moment of silence, he said, "I understand you, perhaps as well as you understand me."

"That's such a ridiculous excuse," she complained.

"There's no other way~ If I can't even cheat, I can't be your equal." Wayne said without blushing.

After being coaxed patiently with kind words, Chris's mood improved considerably.

"In short, I will prove my strength in my own way!" A fighting spirit ignited in her eyes. "I will make those despicable guys know what a grave mistake they made by underestimating my abilities..."

She quickly changed her tone again: "So, Wayne, you'll help me, right?"

Wayne chuckled: "Of course."

"Great! Let's join forces and create something great together!" Chris exclaimed, patting Wayne on the shoulder with great enthusiasm.

Even though she's a difficult transmigrator to deal with, she's still a girl who's easy to coax...

Seeing Chris regain her spirits, Wayne felt relieved.

……

Norman Laird has disappeared.

When he first heard the news, Bulwer was incredulous.

That guy is even more cunning than a fox. Is it really not a prank he played on purpose and deliberately hid?

But both Darcy's body and the fact that he was seriously injured that day corroborated what the contact person who called himself "Ross" was saying.

"Lord Bulwer, did my master really not reveal who was hunting him before he left you?"

Ross was extremely anxious at this moment.

He was able to remain calm when he received news of Darcy's murder, but when Norman Laird failed to show up by the agreed-upon deadline, he could no longer convince himself to wait any longer.

As an ally of the same rebel faction, he could only first come to Bulwer to confirm the situation.

“He didn’t say… he just asked me to arrange for him to sneak into the St. Lorne Cathedral…” Bulwer was also very anxious.

However, more than worrying about his friend's safety, he was concerned that his secrets would be revealed to him.

Based on his past understanding of Norman, he knew that when faced with a life-or-death crisis, the guy was capable of anything.

"The Church?!" Ross jumped to his feet in alarm. "Could he have been captured by the Church?!"

"Probably not, there hasn't been any unusual activity from the church recently." Bulwer rubbed his temples in frustration.

"Moreover, the cathedral is located in the most densely populated area of ​​the capital. If a fierce battle takes place, there will always be some noise, which will be difficult to hide from others."

"So how did you get him in?" Ross asked repeatedly. "Who did he pass through along the way? And where did they part ways..."

"enough."

Bulwer's expression was not good.

Even within the rebel army, he and Norman Laird were of equal status, so it was not his place for his men to question how he was doing things.

Realizing he had gone a bit too far, Ross's expression stiffened.

“…Sorry, I was just too worried about my master,” he explained dryly.

“I understand,” Bulwer said in a deep voice.

"You can go back now. I'll continue the investigation and let you know when I have any news."

He didn't want others to know about his hidden chess pieces.

Ross seemed to want to say something more, but after looking at Bulwer's indifferent face, he ultimately swallowed his words.

"Okay...please be sure to pay close attention."

Bulwer simply waved him away.

As Ross stepped out of the city guard headquarters building alone, he turned back and gazed at the top floor of the imposing building.

He clenched his teeth, and through the gaps in his lips, he couldn't help but utter extremely venomous words.

"She's nothing but a dog that crawls at the feet of the Maysfield family... The Laird family will never tolerate such a scoundrel!"

On the top floor, Bulwer was also looking down at the servant who was leaving dejectedly like a stray dog.

"Ridiculous... Even until their deaths, these guys probably can't let go of their so-called bloodline and family name."

He found it disgusting.

I'm envious.

But now is not the time for him to think about these issues.

He summoned several trusted men who were completely under his command and ordered them to secretly and urgently track down Norman Laird.

However, after watching his subordinates all leave to carry out their orders, he suddenly realized a problem: Wait, not long after Norman left that day, Miss Echoes unexpectedly arrived at his house...

A terrifying thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Could it be?!

No, that's not right! If it was Lady Echo who did it, Norman had no reason not to remind himself, and instead encouraged himself to confess his feelings to Echo as soon as possible.

In his turmoil, he had been so reckless and abrupt with the beautiful woman, and all she did was slap him unconscious...

Thinking about what happened that night, Bulwer's face turned pale and then flushed, a truly fascinating sight.

Embarrassing as it was, Aikos didn't spread the word and never came looking for her again. What does that mean?

Should I... take the initiative to ask her out again?

After a period of extremely complex internal struggle, Bulwer gritted his teeth and decided to test the waters himself once more.

What if she was just too shy to accept because her confession was so sudden? After all, she didn't reject him on the spot, did she?

And if Norman Laird's disappearance really is related to her... then I should be mentally prepared for it as soon as possible.

He didn't think he could survive a direct confrontation with Exos.

But precisely because of this, since she didn't lay a hand on me when we met before, she's unlikely to lay a hand on me now either.

Having come up with a general plan, he quickly flipped through the recent official documents piled up on his desk.

After spending quite some time, he finally came up with a reason to arrange the meeting.

Chapter 560 I'm Really a Man

Wayne received a new letter in an anonymous mailbox at the Lornes Union Post Office.

This was the only way he, as Aikos, could communicate with the outside world.

The major owner behind the United Post Office is a wealthy businessman with good relations with the Wincher family. Moreover, this old friend left Lornes many years ago to travel around and has little involvement with other forces in the country. Therefore, Wayne is not worried that these ordinary employees who follow the rules will reveal his secrets.

Most importantly, almost no one has been able to discover when what he wants to retrieve disappeared.

Upon seeing Bulwer's very "restrained" letter, Wayne felt as if he had swallowed a fly.

While his temporary posting in the city guard did provide him with many advantages, weren't these side effects a bit too much of a challenge to human limits?

Didn't Norman Laird tell him that he was actually a man?

Wayne's expression shifted rapidly, and magic suddenly surged in his hand, turning the letter into ashes.

……

"Lady Exos!"

When Echo entered the city guard's training camp, the soldiers around him all greeted him loudly with reverence.

Although the oversized hood of the cloak obscured his eyes, it seemed to have no effect on him. He nodded indifferently and walked into the camp without looking to the side.

Only after Aikos's figure disappeared from sight did the guards on duty dare to relax.

"How could there be such a beauty in the world..." someone murmured in amazement.

"Insolence!" Another guard nearby glared angrily at the man upon hearing this. "How dare you speak so disrespectfully to Lady Aikos!"

"This... I... I was just saying, I didn't mean any disrespect." The person who had just spoken out of turn looked embarrassed.

The dispute did not escalate further, and the little incident at the camp gate quickly passed. Everyone then began to discuss why Aikos had appeared that day.

Since Aikos joined the city guard, her fame has gradually become known to more people, and she has unknowingly attracted a large number of followers.

A strong person standing on your side can always bring a great sense of security to many ordinary people.

However, for the people involved, this kind of longing may not be a pleasant thing.

"Miss Exos!"

When Bulwer, who was sitting at the head of the room, saw Echoes, his eyes lit up, and he immediately got up and went to the door to greet her.

"I wonder if my invitation has disturbed Miss Aikos's original schedule..."

Wayne said coldly, "Of course I've disturbed you."

Bulwer's expression froze.

Actually, he was just saying that out of polite small talk.

"So, what is it? Speak quickly." Aikos seemed completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere. "I have other things to do later."

"Also, I'm not a prostitute—I'm actually a man."

Wayne said it bluntly.

Now that people already know this, it's only a matter of time before it gets out.

Upon hearing this, Bulwer paused abruptly.

"...Hahaha, Lady Aikos, you're quite the joker." After a moment, he chuckled helplessly.

It's unbelievable that Aikos would rather claim to be a man than accept my affections... This cruel blow is truly heartbreaking.

Come to think of it.

From a partner's perspective, she would probably prefer Prince Richard, who would inherit the entire country, to her own life, which was like that of a stray dog.