My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

When Wayne returned after taking a walk in the garden, he learned that Pokran had left without saying goodbye because he felt ashamed to face everyone.

However, he left a message saying he wanted to give Xiaobai a gift to express his apology for accidentally dropping it.

A few days later, Pokran sent over an unremarkable pet mat and a letter.

"...It's not an expensive gift, but a remade blanket that my grandmother left me. Although it's very important to me, having it around makes me think of her even more, so I'm giving it to Xiaobai. Whenever I see Xiaobai, I always feel a special warmth towards it, and I hope you won't find my gift too humble."

At the end, it was also written that if Wayne was interested in theater, he could write to him at any time to communicate.

Chris glanced at it casually and then handed the letter to Wayne.

Wayne opened the gift bag and took out a white cushion.

"It looks brand new, has it been cleaned?"

When Wayne's hand reached out, he suddenly stopped.

"Um?"

He scratched the plush on the cushion.

Then he gave Chris a strange look.

The protagonist's halo... is it really that scary?

"Chris, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

I want to hear them both at the same time.

"The good news is, we've found the very soft, even sleep-inducing material you're looking for. The bad news is, there might be too little of it."

Chris stood up in surprise, walked over, and touched the cushion as well.

A strange sense of peace washed over me, making me feel incredibly warm.

"Since it exists, we can investigate its place of origin and manufacturing process."

She said with a hint of excitement, "Let's go visit the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce now."

Wayne silently put Pokran's letter back into his pocket.

Mr. Benjamin, I'm sorry, but you may be sold out.

……

Baptiste Chamber of Commerce.

Blair stared at the pet mat on the table, lost in thought.

"Where did you two get this?"

It seems he hasn't realized what its prototype is yet.

"It was a gift from a friend, by chance," Chris said. "I'd like to know if your chamber of commerce still provides this material?"

Blair pondered for a moment and said, "This fabric is not actually unusual, but the manufacturing process incorporates a medicinal liquid made from a certain fruit that is a specialty of my mother's hometown."

Chris's eyes lit up. "So that means it can be made?"

Blair shook his head: "It's difficult. Because that plant, for some unknown reason, withered and died overnight thirty years ago, and it has never borne fruit again."

"If it weren't for this reason, this kind of approach would not be uncommon today, and our Baptiste family would probably not be at our current level."

There was a hint of regret in his voice. "Later, my parents and I tried countless other plants, but none of them had such a miraculous effect."

Huh? Thirty years ago? This timeframe seems familiar.

As Wayne pondered this, Chris asked, "Thirty years ago, was that the year of the War of the Foggy Moon?"

"right."

As he spoke, Blair suddenly remembered something. "It's a bit of a coincidence, actually. There's a rumor that that fruit was transplanted from the now-defunct Duchy of Milstein to my mother's hometown."

"However, because the southwest region has been plagued by serious rebellions, and the people there are hostile to us Lornes, I have not actually investigated it."

I came with high hopes, but I never expected to receive such an answer.

Chris and Wayne returned empty-handed once again.

Back in the carriage, Chris rubbed her forehead, feeling quite tired.

"Wayne, do you think we should go take a look?"

"The former territory of the Principality of Milristan?"

"Of course not, I haven't lived enough yet!" she said irritably. "I'm talking about Bellingshire, the hometown of Mr. Blair's mother, who is also Mr. Pokland's grandmother."

"It's too far. Even if we take time off, we won't have enough time. Besides, even if we go, we won't be of much use."

"That's true." Chris sighed.

Before long, the carriage arrived at the Duke's mansion.

Chris jumped out of the car, yawning wearily. "Wayne, give the cushion to Little White. I'm going upstairs now."

"Okay, sure."

Watching Chris walk away, Wayne turned around and headed towards Little White's doghouse.

After opening the locked wooden door, you can see Xiaobai lying there pitifully, not moving at all.

"What's wrong, young man? You don't seem to be feeling well?"

Wayne placed his hand on the doghouse and gently tapped the wooden planks.

Hearing the noise, Xiaobai weakly raised her head and glanced at him.

"Your QB is so useless! It needs to eat, it gets thrown around... Do you even know where I just went?"

The dog ignored him.

"I just went out to eat with Chris, and honestly, the food at that restaurant was really delicious."

The little white creature, curled up in a ball, twitched its ears.

Wayne lowered his voice: "If you could give me a cheat code, maybe I could take you with me?"

The dog scoffed dismissively, "I'm not some kind of QB, and I don't have any cheat codes. But, in this world, I can go to any restaurant I want."

Wayne appeared to have nothing to say, but inwardly he was filled with doubt.

"Didn't it know that we didn't actually go to a restaurant, but just bought some snacks from a roadside stall?"

Wayne bent down and crawled into the doghouse.

"Come here, I'll show you a big treasure."

Fortunately, the doghouse is designed to be spacious enough that it doesn't feel cramped even if another person were to fit in.

"W-What are you going to do?!" Xiaobai stood up abruptly, terrified.

Wayne sat down cross-legged and took the contents of his handbag out.

"Can I show you something?"

Then, he paused slightly, "...Wait, what do you think I'm going to do?"

"Cough...it's nothing."

The dog sat down again as if nothing had happened.

Wayne gave it Pokran's gift and then told it about the history of the Baptiste family.

"Do you think there's any way to revive a plant that can no longer bear fruit?" he asked tentatively.

"have."

Its tone was very certain.

Wayne was slightly pleased: "How do I do it?"

"As long as you become a magical girl."

"..."

Wayne silently condensed a ball of earth element. "It seems that today we're definitely going to have to fight to the death."

"I'm not lying to you! That kind of effect can only be some kind of curse."

"A curse?" Wayne frowned.

"Yes, it's a reversed form of magic. If you use magic from a higher dimension, you can break free from it at its source."

it says.

"Or—use light magic."