My older sister is a villainous rich girl

On the outer corridor of the staircase, groups of Vatican personnel, their faces showing confusion or panic, huddled together, inquiring about what had happened. Listening to the murmurs and speculations emanating from the crowd, Tasia frowned, her mood uneasy.

She couldn't explain why she had hesitated for so long before finally mustering the courage to walk to Wayne's door to confirm something.

As she pressed harder for the third time, almost unable to resist rushing in to see if he was inside, the tightly closed door finally opened.

Wearing pajamas and still sleepy-eyed, Wayne appeared behind the door.

"What's wrong? What's going on outside? It's so noisy."

His usually neatly combed hair was unusually messy, one corner of his shirt was tucked into his pants, and one of the buttons was fastened incorrectly.

Tasia pursed her lips and replied softly, "I don't know. The alarms were going off the whole time. Something big must have happened on the mountaintop. The Vatican's guards are here too, checking for anything suspicious downstairs."

She took a deep breath and asked casually, "Wayne, were you sleeping the whole time? You didn't even hear such a loud noise."

“Yeah…” Wayne yawned. “These past few days have been a long journey. I was quite excited on the road and didn’t feel tired. But once I settled down, the previous fatigue came back. Now I just wish I could take a day off and sleep for a few days and nights.”

He looked unhappy because his sleep had been disturbed.

"That's too much." Even though she knew he was just joking, Tasia still smiled in agreement.

Chapter 667 A life with a chance to back out is boring.

Wayne noticed that Tasia was secretly observing his attire, but he assumed it was because he was too unkempt.

This was a deliberate disguise; every detail was meticulously designed. To avoid arousing suspicion, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror several times before opening the door.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I got up and opened the door as soon as I heard the knock, that was a bit rude of me."

He pretended to close the door slightly, saying, "Wait a moment, let me change my clothes and then I'll come out and talk to you."

“No, no need,” Tasia interrupted him.

Since Wayne didn't seem to be in a good position, Tasia didn't want him to be bothered because of her. "Wayne, since you're so tired, you should get some rest. The chaos outside doesn't seem to concern us right now. If there's any new information, I'll pass it on to you tomorrow."

"Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?" Wayne asked back to confirm.

"Really, you don't need to."

despair--

The dark wooden door with the house number on it closed slowly in front of Tasia, blocking her view. She sighed almost inaudibly.

On the other side of the door, Wayne's hand was still on the doorknob, and he also silently exhaled.

Fortunately, I didn't come back too late, otherwise it would have attracted some attention.

With such a major incident at the mountaintop temple, the Vatican's first reaction will undoubtedly be to seal off the entrances and exits and thoroughly investigate all suspicious activities from tonight. As for the news that a large part of the temple has collapsed, it can't be hidden any longer, and rumors will likely spread to all corners of the world in the shortest possible time.

"Looks like you've got something pretty big going on." Xiaobai had witnessed Wayne's entire series of actions.

Wayne rolled his eyes at it, mimicking its cheeky manner: "Of course, that guy we ran into tonight—"

Wayne suddenly paused for two seconds halfway through his speech.

Then he suddenly recalled that at the crucial moment of his battle with the monster, another peculiar power came from the Triple Ring of Light, which not only enhanced his magic power, but also seemed to have a miraculous effect on suppressing those chaotic information flows.

Could it be... that this is why Xiaobai wants to obtain the Holy Relic of the Vatican?

"What's wrong with that guy?" Xiaobai asked, tilting his head.

Wayne snapped back to reality.

"That guy!" he said angrily, "He's a completely new breed I've never seen before. He almost brainwashed me on the spot with meaningless fragmented information!"

It feels like I've been hit by a brain-damaging aura; the feeling of being unable to even think clearly is terrifying.

Xiao Bai listened carefully to his description of the monster's appearance and abilities, and said thoughtfully, "It is indeed a bit stronger than the previous ones, but that's normal. After all, because of your and Chris's existence, the disturbances caused by the turbulence in this world are becoming increasingly uncorrectable. In addition, the God of the World is dead, and even the world line cannot be reversed. The world's instinct alone is not enough to resist the invasion of another plane."

Wait, he seems to have heard something incredible.

"A world line reversal? Could it be time travel?"

"That's one way to understand it, but don't get your hopes up. Given how fragile this plane is, let alone fixing the program errors caused by time reversal, it would be good enough if it could just maintain the current spacetime balance and prevent a collapse." Xiaobai said, sounding like he knew everything.

Wayne looked at it again and again, full of suspicion.

"If, and I mean if, the strength of this plane is sufficient, could you achieve time reversal?"

He hadn't forgotten that he had once suddenly fallen into a kind of dreamlike hallucination, only to find himself back in a situation from some time ago when he regained consciousness.

For example... being turned into a dog and being captured by a strange woman whose face you can't see to be used for breeding or something.

"I haven't tried it, so I don't know. But even if I could, I wouldn't do it."

"why?"

“Because it’s boring. A life with the option to take back your choices is boring.” Perhaps sensing Wayne’s deliberate probing, Xiaobai looked at him with a half-smile. “So, don’t be careless. It’s the same for you. Once you make a wrong choice, it’s too late to regret it.”

Wayne turned his head away slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact with its gaze that seemed to see right through him.

“For me, although I sometimes wonder if there is another, better possibility, I would still make the same choice if I had to do it all over again,” he said softly. “Therefore, there is no question of whether I regret it or not.”

Because she embarked on her new life after time travel with the mindset of "making up for the regrets of not being able to have them before," whatever choices she made afterward were what she wanted most at that time.

……

Day two.

The sky was clear and sunny with no rain.

Wayne got up a little later than usual.

If Tasia hadn't remembered to bring Camille breakfast back when he was temporarily called away by other priests, he might have slept through his first class at the Vatican.

When he and Tasia hurried to the classroom, they were greeted by Bishop Smith's furrowed brows.

Because of the events that occurred on the mountaintop last night, Bishop Smith hadn't slept all night, and now he had dark circles under his eyes, so he really had no energy to teach his students.

'The temple collapsed—was this some kind of omen? Or had some unknown, powerful enemy truly arrived? Fortunately, His Holiness the Pope didn't send any worse news…'

The apprentices had more or less heard some inside information, and the hushed discussions that came from below made Bishop Smith even more anxious.

But the head of general affairs had instructed him early in the morning to appease the apprentices below, so he could only suppress all his doubts and try his best to appear aloof and stomp on the rumors.

However, when he saw Wayne and Tasia emerge from behind the door together, the boy handsome and dashing, the girl graceful and beautiful, he suddenly remembered another matter that he had temporarily put aside yesterday.

On his way to the Vatican, he had noticed that Wayne and Tasia had a good relationship, but according to the information he had gathered from Lornes, there was no indication that the two had any closer connection.

Alex's report... he didn't entirely believe, but he couldn't ignore it either.

Tasia was of paramount importance to the Papacy, especially at a time when the temple was struck by disaster and the Papacy, regardless of its faction, desperately needed to solidify its faith.

The existence of the Light Mage is proof of divine favor. As long as God stands with His believers, the Holy See will surely recover no matter how severe the blow.

“Mr. Wayne, Ms. Tasia, did you also disregard class time like this when you were at Qingxi Academy?” he asked sternly.

The conversation in the classroom quickly quieted down, and many faces, some mocking and some curious, peered at the two.

Before Tasia could speak, Wayne quickly explained, "I apologize for taking up so much time."

Chapter 668 "Wait, wait a minute!"

Wayne and Tasia were left standing at the door for a while before Bishop Smith finally said in a deep voice, "This is the last time. Go back to your seats."

"The empty tables and chairs have been arranged. Wayne, you sit in the last row by the window on the right. Tasia, you sit in the middle of the first row."

Wayne looked in the direction he was speaking and saw Alex at the next table, the same person with whom he had parted on bad terms the day before. Alex was also staring at Wayne, a mocking smile on his lips, seemingly plotting something.

Tsk, even the seating arrangement has to be so complicated, deliberately separating themselves from Tasia? The Vatican is really petty.

Wayne suddenly felt less guilty about blowing up the temple.

After all, I've helped the Vatican solve a major problem this time, so as for the negative side effects... well, that's not my fault.

Whether it was some kind of destiny or not, he seemed to always sit in the last one or two rows by the window. After nodding to Tasia, Wayne walked towards his familiar spot.

"Hmph, young master from the Kingdom of Lornes~ Now that you're at the Papacy, you'd better abide by the Papacy's rules and put away your domineering attitude." As he passed Alex, Wayne heard him warn him in a low voice.

There were clearly quite a few people still observing him, which then led to a burst of laughter.

Bishop Smith slammed his fist on the table twice in displeasure. "Quiet!"

Wayne merely glanced at him and said nothing more.

Tasia looked back with a furrowed brow, her expression full of worry.

……

To help the two new exchange students adapt to the Vatican's curriculum more quickly, Bishop Smith did not explain overly difficult magical principles. Instead, he systematically reviewed the Vatican's knowledge system, which was basically the same as the theories of Qingxi Academy.

But the peace in the classroom was only temporary. After class, the first to cause trouble was Camille, who hadn't come to the classroom with Tasia and Wayne.

"You've gone too far, Alex!"

Regardless, this student was a bit too enthusiastic.

Wayne suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, trying his best not to have the illusion that "she likes me," because that would be too narcissistic.

“Camille,” Wayne stood up to stop her, “I have a few questions I’d like to ask. Would it be convenient to talk outside the classroom?”

He was, after all, an outsider, and wouldn't be able to stay in the Vatican for long, but Camille was different.

If he only wanted to stand up for himself but offended the deeply entrenched forces within the Vatican, he could simply walk away. However, if Camille were to incur the wrath of a villain and suffer retaliation while he was thousands of miles away, he might not even receive the news in time.

Camille paused, his expression visibly tense.

She was clearly no longer interested in arguing with Alex and absentmindedly followed Wayne outside the classroom.

Wayne didn't go too far. He had already experienced at Qingxi Academy how outrageous rumors could be made up by energetic young people. So he stopped at a suitable distance where he could see them in the classroom but couldn't hear their conversation clearly.

“I am very grateful to you, Camille.”

Wayne said very seriously.

"This isn't just polite talk. I know there are always some dark people in this world, like that Alex. Of course, there are also always some people who are drawn to the light and are willing to help others, like you."

Camille hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

“You don’t need to say anything more, I understand.” Wayne said with some emotion, “Helpful people are rare, so I have a favor to ask, please believe me.”

"Please trust me, I can handle this small problem."

What harm is there in making a few light self-deprecating remarks? Moreover, given the current situation within the Papacy, whichever side is vying for the power vacuum left by the Pope will likely try every means to win over powerful external allies.

And he himself, the son of a duke, the heir to a powerful noble family, and an important figure whose words carried weight even in front of Crown Prince Lornes, happened to be at the center of this vortex.

Regardless of how the various factions view themselves and the Winchester family they represent, none can afford to offend a powerful military noble at this chaotic and critical moment.

He wondered if the person behind the white-gloved Mr. Homa had also foreseen that the situation in the Vatican would soon change, which was why he had extended an olive branch to invite him.

In this light, accidentally blowing up the temple might not be such a bad thing. It could have prematurely escalated the conflict, and under increased pressure, some hidden problems might have been more easily exposed.

Seeing his confident and in control expression, Camille silently swallowed back what she was about to say.

“I don’t distrust you, Wayne.”

Wayne smiled brightly, "Then just wait and see how I turn the tide!"

As an outsider, he naturally has the advantages that come with being an outsider; at least the rules that the Vatican values ​​cannot apply to him.

Thinking he had calmed Camille down, Wayne prepared to return to the classroom, only to suddenly notice Tasia standing not far away, seemingly waiting for them to finish their conversation.

“?” Wayne’s gaze met hers, but he couldn’t understand the complex emotions conveyed in Tasia’s eyes.

"Wayne, come here for a second." With that concise statement, Tasia turned and left without looking back.

"Uh, excuse me."

Wayne didn't have time to say anything more to Camille and hurriedly followed.

The two walked one after the other until they turned two staircases and arrived at a relatively secluded prayer room, where Tasia stopped walking much faster than usual.

"Why are you walking so fast? Is something important?" Wayne asked casually.

It wasn't a complaint, but rather, it seemed rare to see Tasia act so...recklessly?

In Wayne's mind, Tasia had always been a well-behaved girl, like a delicate white flower. Although she possessed a resilient nature beneath her fragile exterior, she almost never showed any behavior that might easily cause dissatisfaction in front of outsiders, always being careful and deliberate.

Only when I, as her teacher, met her privately could I see her let down her guard and reveal a rare glimpse of her girlish, coquettish side.

Hmm? Why did I associate this with Tasia being coquettish?

Whether it was his imagination or not, Wayne felt that Tasia seemed to roll her eyes at him when she asked him the question. But she still didn't say anything, just quietly looked at him.