My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Back home, the Duke of Elliott formally invited Mr. Poklin to have dinner with his family.

"Huh? Is Mr. Pokran moving out?" Chris asked in surprise.

"Yes. The church's opinions have been temporarily suppressed, and Mr. Pokran must prepare for the program that will soon be performed at the court theater."

The Duke gently sliced ​​open a piece of steak and then put it in his mouth with his fork.

Although he had previously provided accommodation for Pokran, he had not formally met Pokran due to the church's influence.

For a long time, the Church's power had been so immense that it had significantly impacted the interests of many nobles. However, everyone had their reservations, and therefore no one dared to be the first to openly express their dissatisfaction with the Church.

However, it doesn't matter now. The nobles have reached a consensus with the king to jointly suppress the church, and the church is about to enter a period of contraction.

And Pokran was an excellent weapon to be used against the church.

"While I am grateful for the Duke's recommendation, my dissatisfaction with the extravagance of the nobles cannot be bought off by any benefits I may receive."

At the dinner table, Pokran spoke somewhat stiffly.

"Then cherish this dissatisfaction and write even better works," Duke Elliott said without taking offense.

After dinner, Wayne and Chris saw the playwright, who was at the center of the controversy, off to his carriage.

"Mr. Pokran, keep up the good work!"

Chris smiled brightly.

The adorable puppy also ran out, chasing after him and barking goodbye.

A rare hint of tenderness flashed across Pokran's face as he said, "Although it may not be of much use, you can come to me if you need any help."

"Oh? Thank you in advance, sir," Chris said. "Speaking of which, our chamber of commerce recently launched Bobby's mini wooden dolls, and they've unexpectedly become very popular!"

Pokran's face darkened. "Really? Miss Chris certainly knows how to make money."

"Right, right? Actually, I also wanted to make a larger version with an even softer fabric."

Chris said with distress, "But none of those fabrics meet my requirements."

Out of curiosity, Pokrando asked a question.

"Miss Chris, what kind of fabric would you like?"

"Ideally, it should be the kind that makes you want to hug it and sleep the moment you touch it." Chris muttered to herself, "This kind of material should be found in the magical world."

"Hmm." Pokran thought for a moment and said, "The softest fabric in my memory is the one my grandma used to wrap my little blanket when I was very young."

"Back then, as long as I had that little blanket, I would sleep peacefully without making a fuss. But this feeling is very subjective, so if you want to find softer fabric, it's best to go to those merchants who have been in the fabric business for a long time."

Pokran offered his advice.

"Or, don't limit yourself to fabric, try using some animal fur, you might be surprised by the results."

Chris hesitated, then said, "Well, I'll keep looking."

Back in her room, Chris buried her head in the sofa and lay there like a corpse.

"What should I do?"

She was swinging her slippers.

"To make a doll as big as a city gate, you'd probably need the fur of thousands of small animals," Chris said sullenly, hugging the cushion next to her. "And that would make Bobby look too ordinary."

"Let's go look for it then," Wayne said. "We can mobilize the other members, and have President Sophia and Minister Meimei go and ask the senior professors in the academy, while we go and find merchants in the textile industry."

"Granted."

Chris said without turning her head.

Wayne gently closed the door for her and returned to his newly assigned study.

That's right, it's the empty storage room that Xiaobai tried to steal before.

"...Mr. Pokran seems to come from a family of court interior decorators as well," Wayne mused.

He took a diary from the bookshelf behind him.

Turn it over.

"Date: [Date] . Today Chris made a dish called hot pot, which was delicious. I just learned that Mr. Pokran comes from a family of tapestries merchants, but it seems he doesn't have a very good relationship with his family..."

The text above is all written in the crooked script of the Kingdom of Saint Loens, and to anyone who looks at it, it looks like an ordinary elementary school student's diary.

Wayne would write down any clues he received each day so as not to miss anything.

After encountering a series of episodes that were not in the original work, he felt that he needed to make some preparations in advance. Now that there were so many unstable factors, including himself, it was hard to say whether the main storyline would be unaffected.

He picked up the quill pen from the pen holder and dipped it in ink.

"Date: [Date] Today I went to the library with the minister. It was very luxurious, but there weren't many people there. There's also a tea restaurant owned by the Edgeworth family there. The minister bought me a coffee, which was very good. I wonder if they can even recoup their costs in such a low-traffic area..."

Oh, right, there's something else I didn't tell Chris today. President Sophia turns out to be a good friend of the department head; there was some misunderstanding between them…

But we made up again. There wasn't really any need to say it, but Chris seemed a little angry because I kept it from her…”

After finishing writing, he deliberately placed the diary in a very conspicuous place on his desk.

"That's fine. If Chris ever wants to investigate my secrets, she'll find the answers in this diary." He nodded in satisfaction.

In addition to these preparations, he also continued his daily physical and magical training.

Now, he can summon larger and more refined earth elemental magic, but as a child, there are always many inconveniences in his life.

"If only it could transform into an adult form and move around like that," Wayne sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he sat in the study.

"That's easy!" another childish voice rang out in the room.

"Remember to knock at the door next time before you come in," Wayne said irritably.

By the window, Little White was hovering in mid-air, carrying a pair of wings of light on its back.

"You can't ask too much of a dog," it said seriously.

A small white puppy flew in and landed on the desk.

"How about it? Want to sign a contract with me and become a magical girl? This is a one-time special treatment! Once you sign the contract, you can design any image you want for yourself!" Xiaobai enthusiastically urged.

"Can I become a handsome, tall, and strong guy?" he asked.

"A magical girl! At the very least, she has to look like a girl!"

Xiao Bai's tone became inexplicably excited: "However, I might be able to help you set up a character who looks delicate and cute, with pink and tender skin, but turns into a muscular hunk when his clothes rip open."