My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"That's too...extravagant." Chris's expression was complicated.

Sophia gave her a slightly strange look. "Although I now know more about Chris's private side... it's still a little hard to imagine that these words would come out of Chris's mouth."

If we're talking about the epitome of extravagance and debauchery, no one in the younger generation can compare to this duke's daughter.

"Hmm? How so?" Wayne asked curiously.

Chris immediately looked flustered and a little embarrassed, trying to steer the conversation away from the topic, "Oh right! Let's go look at something else!"

She dragged Wayne away, forcibly ending the conversation.

Chapter 62 Chris's Prestige

"Why won't you let me hear the whole thing?" Wayne complained with a laugh.

He knew there wouldn't be anything nice to say, so he deliberately kept bringing up the topic.

Under Wayne's persistent questioning, Chris revealed an expression of reluctance to look back.

"...That was a long time ago, children say the darndest things!"

But Wayne changed Chris's attitude of refusal with just one sentence.

"I'll hear about it from someone else sooner or later."

Then, he looked at her with a sincere gaze that seemed to say, "Confess and you'll be treated leniently."

Chris hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "If I had... I mean, if I had a really bad personality before, would you have thought I was annoying?"

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "The Chris I know is the person standing in front of me now, not the image created by those rumors."

"It's not entirely just rumors..."

Chris was surprised to find that saying these words was easier than she had imagined. "I used to be very spoiled and did some really outrageous things."

Wayne already knew this, and it was also depicted in the animation.

As a child, Chris, like other annoying villains, had no empathy for people of lower status than herself.

It's not just her; perhaps this is the general image of noble ladies in the capital.

Mistaking arrogance for courage and greed for wisdom.

"When I was... probably in first grade, something very—"

She paused for a while, seemingly trying to think of the right words to describe it.

"A very famous event."

"Ah."

It sounds like something very exciting.

"That's right, I was about to eat a piece of the new cake that I had finally managed to order that day."

Chris recalled what had happened that day.

“A maid suddenly sighed in front of me and said, ‘There are still many poor people in the kingdom who can’t even afford bread.’”

"Then I casually replied, 'Then why don't they eat the cake?'"

Upon hearing this, even Wayne, who had already prepared himself mentally, couldn't help but freeze.

So you are Queen Marie Antoinette?!

This is a figure destined to be recorded in history. My apologies for my disrespect.

Chris said with distress, "It was precisely because of this incident that I suddenly became infamous, and my deeds have even spread to many other countries."

She didn't know whether this was a supplement to the original plot or something else; many inconspicuous parts of the original setting became more complete after being materialized.

But she preferred not to perfect those messy details.

"Well."

Wayne took a glass of juice from the neatly arranged glasses next to him and took a small sip.

This explains why news of such a nuclear-level event cannot be easily suppressed. Regardless of whether the original Chris was merely a little spoiled or truly of bad character, she was destined to appear before the original female lead as a villain.

“You should really turn over a new leaf,” he said. “If you want to reverse the negative impact of this, you have to offset it with positive publicity.”

"Actually, I have recently been sponsoring some welfare organizations."

Chris also started taking some of the beautifully arranged food from the table, eating and talking at the same time.

She was very pleased that Wayne, upon hearing such a shocking story, not only didn't change color but also spoke in her favor.

"It's not for publicity. I don't care about my reputation."

Perhaps this sounds a bit utilitarian, but as long as she can successfully become friends with the original female lead, her life will be secure, and no matter what others think, they can't shake the existence of the protagonist's halo.

On the contrary, having a bad reputation can bring some unexpected benefits.

For example, no one in the school dared to bully her, her girlfriends all idolized her, and she never encountered anyone who would pester her relentlessly.

My whole life experience has become much happier.

Interpersonal relationships can be strange sometimes. A good person who does one bad thing will be condemned for life; but a bad person who does one good thing can gain countless sympathies.

Although Chris felt she hadn't done anything truly bad, she didn't want to be seen as a good person.

This feels like a death flag.

Before they knew it, a large pile of empty bowls and plates had accumulated around them. Other nobles who happened to pass by looked at them with great shock.

Chris's hand, which was holding the plate, suddenly paused.

"Should we... not be enjoying our meal here?"

Wayne dipped a large piece of roasted goose meat in the sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...It seems so," he mumbled.

thus.

Miss Chris, the duke's daughter, has successfully created a new legend within the royal palace.

……

"Wayne was there too, so why was it only me who got the word out in the end!"

In the craft department, Chris was feeling quite annoyed by the latest gossip circulating in the capital.

Wayne used the act of drinking water to conceal the unmistakable curve at the corner of his mouth.

This is one of the advantages of being a supporting character: [The law of invisibility at crucial moments]!

Rejoice, mortals! Enjoy the pampering of the protagonist's halo!

"You're still laughing?" Chris exclaimed in frustration.

Wayne tried his best to compose himself and said seriously, "I remembered something funny."

Chris was speechless, choked by the words.

She slumped back down, her chin resting on the table.

Because the craft club has received unprecedented honors and is now the most popular club in the elementary school, the number of people applying to join the club has suddenly increased.

Applications for joining the club came in like snowflakes, adding a lot of extra work to the handicraft club, which used to slack off every day.

Wayne looked at the thick stack of forms and felt a sense of loss, as if things had changed.

The handicraft department, which was struggling on the verge of being shut down, will probably never return.

New faces will appear in the room, and this activity room will no longer be Chris's private domain.

He walked over, picked up a few forms, and casually flipped through the reasons why the younger members had joined the club.

"—Because I sincerely admire Lady Chris."

Wayne: ? ? ?

I glanced at the applicant; she was a fourth-grade girl.

He turned to the next page.

"I want to see Sister Chris every day!"

Applicant: Belle Emma. Second grade.

Next one.

"Lady Chris's heroic figure is unforgettable... I hope to always follow in the footsteps of that beautiful woman..."

applicant:……

Wayne quickly skimmed through the thick stack of applications.

Then, he uttered a sound that seemed to be in disbelief:

"Why are they all girls?!"

Chapter 63 What is this?!

Moreover, they were all girls who had inappropriate feelings for Chris.

"Huh? You didn't know? The craft club was originally a club that almost only girls wanted to join."

Wayne's lips twitched.

It was one thing to have a small number of people before, but now that the handicraft department is about to undergo a major expansion, it would seem a bit strange if I were still the only male there.

Besides, what kind of strange reasons are these for joining? Very few people even wrote that they genuinely enjoy craft activities; most of them were just effusive praise for Chris.

This makes one wonder about the motives of these people.

The minister was tormented by these applications, but seeing that Wayne seemed interested, she quickly shoved the other documents she had into his hands.

“Wayne, I know you’ve always been a very, very gentle boy, so, please help your senior out a little bit too—”

Meimei clasped her hands together, making a pleading gesture.

With a blank expression, Wayne rolled up the documents and slammed them directly onto the minister's head.

The paper was tapped, making a soft "snap!" sound.

"Waaah—" The minister covered his head in heartbreak and complained, "Wayne! I don't love you anymore!"

"Huh? Has that kind of thing actually existed before?"

Wayne didn't care at all.

The only people in the crafts department were Minister Meimei, Chris who had been asked to help, and myself, who had just come along as a bystander.

It's time to work overtime before school ends.

The afternoon sunlight was very gentle, and it shone through the glass windows, forming beams of light in the department room.

There's a sense of laziness and leisure.

At times like these, if you can lie on the sofa and have a good nap, life can be considered happy and fulfilling.

"It's really a tough decision. It's not like you can just apply and join; our craft club's funds aren't very good. If it weren't for this new bonus, we'd be starving!"

Meimei followed Chris's example and lay sprawled on the table like a salted fish.

“Yes, yes, and these applications don’t show their personalities or how good-looking they are…” Chris chimed in.

You're definitely a member of the "looks-matter" club. You're something else.

As she spoke, she let out a helpless sigh: "Why can't there be photographs in this world!"

"Photographs? What are those?" Meimei asked, puzzled.

"It's probably a kind of prop that can replicate real-world scenery onto paper?" she vaguely described.

"It sounds like it requires very advanced magic," Meimei remarked.

On the other side, Wayne had taken a blanket from the cabinet that Chris had previously placed in the clubroom and spread it on the sofa.

Then, I lay down on it.

“…Wayne?” Chris said speechlessly, “What are you doing?”