My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Huh!? Clothes ripped off?

Wayne: Something's wrong with you!

"I will not yield, give up on that idea," he said righteously.

"That's such a shame," Xiaobai said with great regret.

"Hey, isn't what Chris is doing now completely different from the original plot? Doesn't that count as deviating from the main storyline?"

"Not really."

Why?

"Because those were things she wanted to accomplish for personal reasons, it's reasonable for the protagonist to make some changes to advance the plot," it said.

"Doesn't that mean she can do whatever she wants, and if I make any changes, it will cause the system to break down?" Wayne asked in astonishment.

"Yes."

Wayne's lips twitched slightly. Your double standards are too obvious.

He lost interest in talking to the dog. "Alright, now you'd better just roll away."

Wayne wouldn't easily believe such a flawed explanation.

To test whether it is lying, I need to test it myself.

……

In the craft department, everyone was assigned their own tasks and goals.

Wayne originally wanted to team up with Chris, but Chris's followers strongly objected.

"How can Lady Chris be monopolized!"

"I want to be in a group with Lady Chris too!"

After a chaotic scene, everyone decided to draw lots to determine the winner.

"Yo-ho! I won!" Molly, Wayne's number one sidekick, jumped up with joy.

Eve was a little disappointed: "Damn it, I should have prayed beforehand before drawing lots... But Lord Wayne isn't bad either, hehehe..."

Wayne suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

There seems to be something off about this second-in-command...

He looked away.

Therefore, the final allocation is:

Chris and Molly are in one group, the Minister and Sophia are in one group, and Wayne and Eve are in one group.

"Our mission is to investigate the market," Eve said. "Does Lord Wayne have any leads?"

Today was their day off, and they had arranged to meet at the main entrance of the market. Eve was wearing a lovely white dress, a sun hat, and light makeup, making her look at least three or four years older than her actual age.

Wayne felt awkward standing next to Eve, who was also quite tall, and felt like a little kid going shopping with an older sister.

No way... I look so young now!

Come quickly, my fifteenth birthday, when the real story begins!

Seeing that Wayne seemed distracted, Eve waved her hand in front of him, puzzled. "Lord Wayne?"

"Oh, ah... Eve, you can just call me Wayne. It's really weird to call me 'sir' in everyday life..." Wayne said a little embarrassed.

"Lady Chris's younger brother, the son of the Duke, it's only natural that he deserves such an honorific title, isn't it?"

"But I also hope that in front of Eve, I can just be myself," Wayne said earnestly.

The girl wearing a sun hat paused slightly, then smiled gently: "Wayne, you're very gentle."

Yes, everyone in this animated world is very kind.

"Well, Wayne, may I ask you a question?" Eve smiled innocently.

Wayne nodded: "Go ahead and ask."

"Between Wayne and His Highness Prince Richard, who's the top and who's the bottom?"

???

"Huh?" Wayne wasn't sure what he had just heard.

Eve gently brushed aside a stray lock of hair from her ear and carefully tucked it back into her hat.

"I mean, Wayne and Prince Richard seem to be getting quite close lately. I wonder how far your relationship has progressed?"

She gave a twisted smile.

"Did you hold hands? Did you hug? Did you kiss?"

Their faces got closer and closer.

As she spoke, Eve's expression gradually became increasingly difficult to control.

"Has Wayne successfully broken up His Highness the Prince and Lord Gavin?!"

Mom, there's a pervert here!

Wayne, expressionless, slapped her face.

"Now, I take back what I just said. You should still treat me as Lady Chris's younger brother and the Duke's son."

He pushed Eve away and turned to leave.

"No!" Eve cried out, "I just asked the question everyone wants to know—"

The question everyone wants to know?

Wayne's neck made a cracking sound as he turned it around with extreme stiffness.

"Who else?! Who else is talking about me behind my back?!"

"Many, many girls are like that. But it's okay, Wayne, don't be angry, it's a sign of popularity!"

Eve spread her thumb and forefinger, then closed the other three fingers together, giving Wayne a wink. "Wayne's a hot contender for one of the Elementary School's Four Princes, you know!"

What?

Are you guys filming some kind of campus idol drama?

Oh, I forgot, the original work was just a reskinned otome anime, so it's not surprising that there are these awkward rankings.

"...Don't even think about it! Prince Richard and I are just ordinary friends!"

"I know, I know," Eve nodded repeatedly.

But seeing her flushed face, Wayne felt utterly terrible.

After sulking for a while, Wayne finally realized that the prince's early engagement wasn't entirely without its advantages.

But Richard, apart from still having a slight interest in Chris, always maintains perfect manners but keeps everyone at arm's length when interacting with other noble ladies, making it seem unlikely that any sparks of love could fly between them.

Given this, what other methods are there to stop these outrageous rumors?

After walking two blocks, Wayne stopped.

"Anyway, let's go check out this chamber of commerce first."

He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Ms. Eve, who was following him like a ghost.

Eve took it, unfolded it, and saw that it read "Baptiste Merchant Guild".

"It looks kind of familiar."

"This is Mr. Pokran's house, although we are currently cut off from each other."

Upon hearing this, Eve looked up at him in surprise.

……

The backyard of the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce.

Sixty-year-old Blair was carrying a longsword, moving back and forth on the lawn, making various sword-wielding gestures.

He was neither a magician nor a knight, but just an ordinary person with a strong physique.

The years have left deep marks on his face, and his long-standing business dealings have also hardened his expression.

The kind and gentle demeanor typical of the elderly is nowhere to be found in him. On the contrary, many children are afraid of his strictness and remain silent in his presence.

For an ordinary person to have built such a considerable business is already extremely commendable. He also understands that he has reached the limit of what he can barely sustain.

Without any magicians or noble knights among his relatives, any attempt to climb the ranks would only result in a crushing defeat.