My older sister is a villainous rich girl

It illuminated half of Duke Elliott's face, which was hidden in the shadows.

"Since Your Excellency has come to the capital as a guest, please allow me, as the host, to host a banquet for you for a few days."

Chapter 80 Wayne Has Grown Up

What's going on? Don't you guys get any sleep in the middle of the night?!

Just moments ago, the Duke had looked extremely tired, saying he was sleepy and urging everyone to rest early, but now he was standing in the courtyard, full of energy.

Wayne panicked for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

Even if he saw this face, Duke Elliott would never recognize his true identity.

Dad, your adopted son has grown up overnight.

"Ha, when did Grand Duke Laird not only come back from the dead, but also become a woman?"

A girl, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, walked into the hall of the villa with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Several small fireballs floated around her, illuminating the room that she had blasted into a charred mess.

Wayne paused for a moment, then used magic to speak in a feminine voice: "I am not Laird. In fact, I have only been here for a short time."

He sensed that there were at least three other mages lurking nearby, forming a pincer movement that blocked his escape route.

"Oh? And who are you?"

The girl didn't seem to believe him.

"Someone wearing a cloak and hiding their head and tail must not be a respectable person, right?"

It seems they're treating me like a suspect. Wayne thought for a moment and said, "Just call me Exos."

He threw what he was holding at the young girl named Olive.

"These are what I just found here. If you want them, I'll give them to you."

If nothing unexpected happens, these people should all be mages with close ties to the Wincher family, and may even be members of the squire mage corps. Wayne does not want to have a conflict with them.

Olive caught the item, somewhat surprised, and glanced back at Duke Elliott not far away.

“If you are simply passing by, you might as well stay and explore for a while, and leave after you have investigated the matter thoroughly,” Elliott said.

"There are still quite a few attractions worth visiting in the capital."

As Duke Elliott approached, the ground around him began to crack, and the soil beneath stirred as if earth dragons were rolling about.

Wayne's lips curled slightly. "You think you can stop me?"

In an instant, his figure appeared in front of Olive.

Olive was startled and instinctively leaned back to avoid it.

In the fleeting moment as they brushed past each other, she caught a glimpse of the lower half of his face, hidden beneath the hood.

Even in such a tense moment, Olive's gaze froze for a moment.

"What a nice view……"

She murmured.

That amazed smile, which seemed to be something to behold, was deeply etched into my heart.

Then, Olive heard that very magnetic voice.

"Little sister, you can't be distracted next time you're fighting."

She was startled, then suddenly realized something and put her right hand on the top of her head.

The hair clip that was worn there is gone.

Wayne stretched out his hand from under his cloak, and a lifelike butterfly hairpin rested on his finger.

See you next time.

As he said this, bathed in moonlight, he leaped up like a swan dancing by the water.

"Don't even think about running!" The other three mages hiding in the darkness gave chase.

Olive bit her lower lip tightly, only then realizing how dangerous things had just been.

If that woman wanted to, she could blow her own head off the moment she took the hairpin.

“Olive, did you see her face just now?” Elliott asked with a serious expression.

When did such a master arrive in the capital? His movements were like a ghost, and even I didn't have time to react.

“I saw…” Olive started to describe it, but her mouth opened and she couldn’t say the next word.

My mind went completely blank.

All I remember is that smile; it was beautiful.

……

Three mages followed behind Wayne, panting, constantly throwing various spells at him.

Wayne kept them at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, so that they couldn't catch up with him, but also didn't feel hopeless and give up.

"Wow, that's a really cool move, we could use it to set off fireworks."

He has basically figured out the magic tricks these people are good at, and it shouldn't be difficult to imitate them.

The magic possessed by magical girls is completely different from the elemental magic of this world, and is not limited by any individual attribute.

If Wayne wanted, he could even replicate the appearance of all elemental magic.

The only difference might be that the quality of pirated copies is slightly reduced, but it's not a big problem.

"Alright, everyone," Wayne said with satisfaction. "We've been playing too late tonight, so I won't keep you company any longer."

"You...you, don't run away if you dare!"

A mage continued to unleash his magic power, firing a blade of light in his direction.

Wayne dodged it easily.

"Why bother? Go back and practice properly before coming to me again."

He walked in mid-air as if he were on flat ground, unlike other magicians who needed various means of assistance.

In the blink of an eye, the intruder vanished from the mages' sight.

In the deserted streets, three magicians looked at each other in bewilderment.

A block away, in the backyard of a mansion, Wayne's figure appeared out of thin air.

"Phew, I'm still not skilled enough."

He was standing on a grape trellis, somewhat disoriented.

The trellis, made of wooden blocks of varying lengths, is entwined with lush branches and leaves, many of which have begun to turn yellow, and a few scattered grapes hang below the vines.

Wayne squatted down.

I casually picked a bunch of grapes that looked very plump, and dangled my feet in front of the trellis.

He peeled the skin off a grape and carefully took a bite.

"Damn! What's that smell?" Wayne blurted out, his eyebrows furrowing.

He looked at the bunch of grapes in his hand with disdain, wanting to throw them away but feeling it would be a waste, and hesitated.

"Pfft—" A suppressed laugh suddenly rang out from the edge of the courtyard.

Wayne turned his head and stared in surprise.

Under the moonlight, Prince Richard's figure was revealed.

He was only wearing white pajamas, with a thin jacket draped over his shoulders, the buttons undone.

"I never expected that getting up and walking around when I couldn't sleep would bring such a pleasant surprise."

Richard said this as he walked over to the grape trellis.

"Grapes begin to ripen in August and are harvested before the end of October, which is past the season. Grapes left until now naturally do not taste good."

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he not only did not pursue the responsibility of the uninvited guest for barging into his yard, but also did not mind that his grapes had been stolen. Instead, he chatted with the guest with great interest.

"Haha, really?"

Wayne gave an awkward laugh.

Chapter 81 This, perhaps, is fate.

Unexpectedly, she ended up at Prince Richard's residence and was spotted by him.

Caught red-handed by his owner stealing food, Wayne, who always cared about his reputation, was still a little embarrassed.

"Um... well, consider this bunch of grapes my purchase. Name your price, and I'll pay you back when I have time."

He thought that at worst, he could find an opportunity in a few days to secretly give some money to His Highness.

Upon hearing this, Richard looked up at the girl sitting on the grape trellis, completely unconcerned about her appearance.

Playful feet swinging back and forth, a delicate and lovely dress peeking out from under the cloak, long, soft black hair...

And what's hidden under the black hood—

A face of unparalleled beauty that even the gods would adore.

With just one glance, Richard felt as if a sharp arrow had pierced his heart.

He instinctively reached out and covered his chest.

In the silence, he felt a thud in his chest, like the beating of a drum.

"thump--"

"thump--"

He had never understood his own heart as he did at this moment.

then.

Under the beautiful moonlight, Richard Maysfield made a bold and life-altering decision.

“The grapes from my family aren’t the cheap fruit you can just give away. They’re a very rare variety; you could call them treasures,” Richard suddenly said.

Ok? !

Wayne's expression turned sour.

No way, I only picked a bunch of your grapes and you're trying to extort me?

You're actually this kind of prince? Now I see you for who you are!

"If you dare to ask for an exorbitant amount, I will curse you to never finish your homework from now on."

Wayne threatened.

"—"

Upon hearing his words, Richard raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and pressed it to his lips.

His shoulders kept trembling as he tried to hold back, but finally he couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh.

"Heh... Hahahaha... What an interesting woman."

!!!

Wayne: Danger!

Almost instantly, Wayne froze, feeling the hairs on his body stand on end.

He's developed PTSD from Richard's comment about "interesting women," so it seems he really shouldn't go out after dark, or he'll run into ghosts.

This is yet another scene that can enrich the material for one's nightmares.

Richard's bright smile faded, and he gazed intently at the girl sitting on the pergola.

"If you want to buy it, please tell me your name."

He said it with a serious expression.