My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

"I heard Mr. Pokland was born into a family of tapestry merchants?"

Chris asked.

The playwright, nearing middle age, paused slightly. "Yes."

"It feels like something from a past life now."

It's impossible to discern the exact emotion conveyed in the tone.

"The story behind your rise to fame has already spread widely throughout the capital, and your family will likely find out soon," Chris said. "While ultimately it depends on your own decision, if you wish to reconcile, our Wincher family can act as a mediator."

"No, let's forget about it."

Pokran smiled. "That person never felt he had done anything wrong, and neither do I. Now that we've been apart for so long, there's no need for us to meet again."

He took out the manuscript that Chris had sent him yesterday from behind his back.

"Thank you, these words have been a great help to me." Then he changed the subject: "But no matter what, the story of turning it into a super dog hero and saving the world from the darkness is still..."

He was about to say how bizarre it was when a white phantom rushed past him, startling him.

The manuscript in my hand was scattered by the wind, falling onto the stone-built stove and picking up sparks, then being blown away by the wind...

"Aaaaaah! The lawn's on fire! Put it out! Put it out!"

After frantically salvaging the papers before they caught fire, Chris, her face contorted with rage, stood with her hands on her hips and roared, "Little White! Look what you've done!"

"Chris—" A voice that seemed to come from hell rang out behind them. "What are you doing—"

Chris turned her head nervously, and a magnified version of a villain's face appeared directly above her.

The Great Demon King, Ashville, has descended!

"Now! Give me a reason to forgive you!" Ashville's sharp gaze was extremely cold.

Chris let out a mournful wail.

Then, unwillingly, he accepted his mother's punishment.

……

Wayne rubbed his tired right hand and glanced at Chris, who was sleeping soundly on the table beside him like a pig.

After a chaotic scene yesterday, Chris finally received a very harsh punishment—to hand-copy a book written by a princess many years ago, titled "How to Be a Good Lady," one hundred times.

You're not allowed to go to school until you've finished copying everything.

Therefore, Chris was locked up at home all day yesterday. When she couldn't finish copying anymore, she had to ask Wayne for help.

"This princess must be a model of aristocratic girls."

Upon seeing this thin but insightful article, Wayne exclaimed.

"If you think abandoning your princess status, going overseas to become an adventurer, and disappearing without a trace is a model of virtue," Chris said.

Fine.

After copying it dozens of times, he felt he could recite the whole thing from memory, but Chris had fallen asleep at some point.

Outside the window, dawn was breaking on the horizon, shrouded in a thin morning mist.

Wayne gently patted Chris on the shoulder. "Chris, go to bed... I've finished copying."

"Ugh~~ Beef rolls~ Shrimp paste~ Tripe~" she muttered unconsciously.

Goodness, he even dreamed about eating.

He sighed, tiptoed out of the room, and carefully closed the door behind him.

The staple foods in this world are bread and potatoes.

Although as nobles we could eat plenty of meat and the bread wasn’t so hard it could be used as a weapon, it was far less delicious than the food of my previous life.

Fine, let her savor it in her dreams.

Picking up the sword the prince had given him, Wayne went to the courtyard to do some basic exercises.

A large patch of scorched earth still remained on the lawn, like an ugly scar, Chris's handiwork from yesterday.

No... it should be that dead dog's doing, but Chris has taken the blame for it all.

"If you hadn't started a fire in the yard, would the other grass have caught fire?"

Chris was speechless when questioned by her mother.

The image of Chris's poignant and powerless struggle flashed through his mind. With a faint smile on his lips, Wayne practiced the swordsmanship taught to him by his tutor, move by move.

The sun rises, its rays shine on the earth, and I feel a warm glow all over my body.

"Young Master Wayne, are you doing your morning exercise so early?" A maid who got up early greeted him.

Wayne sheathed his sword and bowed in return.

Today is another workday, so I need to go to school to slack off.

"Ahhh! Wayne, you're so great! You're like a second parent to me!"

When Chris saw the thick stack of papers on the table that had already been copied, she was moved to tears.

So, on the way to school, she kept pulling Wayne around and showering him with compliments.

Wayne's lips curled slightly. "If your mother heard this, you might have to copy it a hundred or two more times."

Chris immediately covered her mouth in horror.

But the silence didn't last long before she burst into laughter again: "Let me tell you, our craft club is definitely going to win this school fair!"

"Hmm? How so?"

Seeing her strong urge to confide, Wayne asked her questions in a cooperative manner.

"Pokrann, he's really famous now! He has tons of fans in the capital. As far as I know, many noble girls, even if they outwardly look down on Pokrann, secretly buy his works and read them repeatedly under their pillows!" she said ambitiously. "Using his fame, I'm going to create a super IP—Hero Dog!"

Wayne felt his facial expression must be very stiff right now.

"Hero Dog?"

"That's right!" Chris said, "The superhero who can grow to a super-sized size and defeat a monster with one punch is named... Poppy!"

"Then, once this character becomes famous, I'll make a super-sized version, a giant doll at least as big as a city gate, as our crafts department's entry. I refuse to believe it won't be number one!"

Wayne clapped his hands in disbelief.

"You're a... genius."

Chris grew increasingly excited, restless in the carriage, wishing she could summon that hero dog named Bobby right now and send Golly Edgeworth flying with a single punch.

"This way, we can keep making all sorts of Bobbi merchandise. Our business association will definitely make a fortune from this!"

The carriage suddenly stopped, and Chris lost her balance and fell onto Wayne.

Of course, nothing like the usual clichéd plot unfolded; I just bumped my head lightly.

"What's going on!" Chris angrily got up and rolled down the car window.

Outside the window, Golly Edgeworth's carriage was parked next to his own.

This stone gate, about ten meters long and a bit narrow, is the only way from the Duke's mansion to the academy. Unfortunately, the Chancellor of the Exchequer's residence is also located in this direction.

Beside him, Ge Li peeked out with half his head peeking out in confusion.

Upon seeing Chris in the other car, her expression changed instantly, and she shouted to the driver, "Don't let her pass! Just drive right past her!"

Chris was furious and, not to be outdone, commanded, "Don't stop! Keep going and see whose car is tougher!"

Then, a loud "bang!" was heard.

The two carriages were stuck inside the city gate, unable to go forward or backward.

Wayne: ...

Sorry, could I reload my save file today?