My older sister is a villainous rich girl

A faint, fishy smell seemed to linger in the air, which could not be completely concealed even by the heavy rain.

"what--"

Camille's scream suddenly rang out from the Baron's mansion.

Wayne immediately stood up, grabbed the umbrella that was provided in the carriage, opened the door, and rushed in the direction from which the sound came.

"Young Master Wayne!"

The driver tried to stop him from putting himself in danger.

It was clear that he had already gone in first, so I could only sigh and stomp my foot before rushing in.

……

The small courtyard was filled with pools of blood, and the constant rain only made the red bloodstains spread everywhere.

A middle-aged man with a stubble beard stared blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground in front of him.

He kept muttering something to himself.

"It's the Grand Duke... the Grand Duke has returned..."

"They've come for revenge, they've come to take their revenge on me!"

"Ha! I knew this day would come, I knew it all along!"

Camille covered her mouth in fear, trembling all over, and looked at the man in the center of the courtyard whose hands were covered in blood.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

His mother, brother, sister, and other family members were all piled up in this courtyard in a miserable, incomplete state.

Everyone was fine before we left this morning, so why...?

Camille burst into tears, but dared not utter another sound.

His own father was holding a dagger, his expression crazed.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize that there were other people in this space, and he twisted his neck and turned around slowly.

His eyes slowly focused, and Camille's figure appeared in them.

"Haha! And you, my daughter! It's you who's back!" he exclaimed joyfully. "I almost forgot about you!"

He walked towards Camille step by step, his trousers soaked with blood and a dagger in his hand.

Camille screamed in panic and backed away.

"No one can escape! None of us can escape! Hahahaha..."

Baron Colclough laughed wildly and swung his dagger at Camille.

"Ding--"

A magical earth blade deflected the dagger in his hand.

Wayne appeared in front of Camille with an umbrella, blocking his way.

Even though Wayne has always been a strong-willed person, he was stunned for a few seconds when he saw the scene before him that was beyond reason.

"Do you...do you know what you've done?!"

"Ha! What did I do?!" Upon hearing his question, Baron Colclough seemed to be provoked and burst into wild laughter.

As he was laughing, he began to cough violently, so much so that he bent over, tears streaming down his face, his expression one of deep pain.

"I made a mistake! I made a mistake!"

His voice was filled with terror, "Your Highness, please don't kill me! Your Highness, please don't kill me!"

He knelt down in the blood-soaked ground with a thud, crawling forward to grab Wayne's leg. "My lord, spare my life! I know I was wrong!"

Wayne kicked him away, and Baron Colcliffe fell to the ground.

At this moment, the coachman from the Duke of Wincher's mansion also rushed in anxiously.

Upon seeing the scene in the courtyard, he was speechless for a moment. "What...what happened!"

“This gentleman is probably insane. We need to take him to the city guard and lock him up.”

Wayne frowned deeply and covered his nose with his sleeve, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Once inside the mansion, I realized just how strong the stench of blood was—it was both pungent and nauseating, something I had barely noticed from the outside.

The driver was a former soldier, and his complexion seemed normal.

He shielded Wayne and shouted to the man lying on the ground, who looked like a demon, "Lord Colclough! Before you is the son of Duke Wincher, young Wayne Wincher."

"You'd better stay where you are and don't do anything that might cause a misunderstanding!"

“Otherwise, the Wincher family will make you regret ever being born,” he threatened sternly.

"The Duke of Winchester?"

Upon hearing this title, Baron Colclough's face instantly lit up with ecstatic joy.

"I did nothing wrong!" he shouted in a hoarse voice.

“I did nothing wrong! Duke Wincher’s army is so powerful that no one can resist it! The Duchy of Milstein is doomed!”

"Since we're all going to perish sooner or later, why can't I get a little something to gain before we die?"

He lay on the ground, his gaze fixed on Wayne with fervor.

Wayne felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze.

“You are a prominent figure in the Wincher family, aren’t you? I… I have always admired Duke Wincher and wanted to serve him.”

"During the Battle of Fog Moon, I was the first to open the gates of the capital city of the Duchy of Milistan, rendering a great service to your family! I am a hero!"

"But why has His Majesty the Duke forgotten such a meritorious person as myself?"

As he spoke, a look of realization dawned on his face.

"Yes, it must be because His Excellency the Duke is too busy! Please mention my name to His Excellency the Duke, he will surely remember me."

Baron Kolcliffe kept talking about how many merits he had made and how important he was to the kingdom and the Duke, but his right hand, which was holding a dagger, was raised.

"Put your hand down!"

Faced with such a clearly mentally unstable person, the driver was on edge.

If Young Master Wayne were to get injured while under his protection, he would certainly be held responsible.

"I...I didn't move."

Kolcrawl was momentarily confused, then his eyes suddenly widened as he stared at his right hand in utter terror.

His right hand, holding a dagger, slowly rose, bringing it close to his neck.

Chapter 78 Archduke Laird's Revenge

The rain poured down.

Even with an umbrella, Wayne felt it was difficult to withstand the biting wind and rain.

"No...don't kill me..." Baron Colclough cried out in anguish, his face already indistinguishable between rain and tears.

But his hands seemed to be completely out of his control.

Wayne held the umbrella in his left hand, stretched his right hand forward, and closed his eyes.

"The bondage of earth!" he murmured to himself.

Mud dragons were pulled from the blood-stained ground, binding Baron Kolclough's limbs and suspending him in the air.

"Ah ah ah..."

In mid-air, the unshaven man looked pained, his right hand still twitching as if trying to break free of his body.

"Go find the city guards—"

Just as Wayne was about to tell the coachman standing to his side to go out and find reinforcements, the figure suspended in the air by earth magic suddenly roared.

"Grand Duke Laird has returned! You will all pay the price! The rule of the Kingdom of Lornes is about to be destroyed!"

In an instant, a huge burst of flames erupted from his body, igniting it instantly.

"Hahahaha—" The man laughed wildly in the firelight.

"this!"

Wayne was taken aback and tried to extinguish the flames with earth magic, only to discover that the flames were generated by Baron Colcliffe igniting the magic power within his body. As long as his magic power was not exhausted, the flames would continue to burn his body.

The shrill, maniacal laughter gradually grew hoarse and eventually subsided.

In a short while, only a charred human figure remained, which snapped into several pieces and fell from the mud.

The courtyard has returned to its former tranquility.

All that remained was the sound of raindrops pattering against the eaves and the umbrella.

Wayne stared at everything before him, remaining silent.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the street outside, accompanied by the clanging of armor against armor.

"This is it! We detected intense magical fluctuations in this area just now!"

With a loud "bang."

The courtyard gate was pushed down, and a tall, muscular man walked in first.

Upon seeing the horrific scene inside the courtyard, everyone who broke down the door couldn't help but shrink back in shock.

Upon seeing these people, Wayne's coachman's expression changed, and he immediately took out the Wincher family's token to reveal his identity.

"This is young master Wayne Wincher. May I ask which city guard you belong to? We need to contact Duke Wincher to handle this matter."

The tall, burly man took the token, examined it carefully, and then returned it to the coachman.

“I am Bulwer, the captain of the Second City Guard.”

He bowed to Wayne.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Wayne said to him. “And bring my classmates with us.”

It was then that Bulwer noticed a girl sitting in the mud near the corner of the wall, completely soaked.

……

That's how it is.

In front of Duke Elliott and some unfamiliar officials, Wayne recounted what had happened to him.

This is the headquarters of the city guard. Elliott rushed over immediately after receiving the news.

"Grand Duke Laird..."

Upon hearing this title, everyone present fell silent for a moment.

Wayne looked at Camille, who was sitting blankly on the sofa next to him, with some concern.

She changed into clean clothes and held a cup of hot tea that she hadn't even taken a sip of, but her hair was still wet.

It seems that ever since she left Baron Colclough's mansion, she has been in this dazed state.

"Grand Duke Laird died thirty years ago, he couldn't be any deader."

Captain Bulwer of the Second City Guard looked serious. "Could it be those rebels from the southwest playing tricks again?"

Elliott hesitated for a moment, then asked Camille in a gentle tone, "Has your father ever said anything unusual to you?"

Camille's eyes were glazed over, as if he hadn't reacted at all.

But her hand holding the teacup began to tremble uncontrollably.

The water in the glass was sloshing around, about to spill out.

Wayne snatched the teacup from her hand and placed it on the table in front of her, preventing the tea from splashing.

This action seemed to open a floodgate in her emotions, and Camille snapped out of her daze.

Her tears streamed down her face instantly.

"I...I don't know either."