The backdrop can also be propped up.

Since it was the first time using a teleportation array to travel from one place to another, Borest hadn't set the location correctly and ended up at the gate of the Flor family castle.

As soon as Borest reached the gate, he immediately took his two sisters' hands and turned to the left—he and his two sisters usually entered and exited the castle through the small gate to avoid running into his uncle's family and getting into trouble.

But sometimes trouble is just really annoying; if you don't go looking for it, it'll come looking for you.

"Hey! Borist, stop!" Chicarol's annoying voice rang out from behind Borist, who had no choice but to stop and turn around to see what his third cousin was up to.

"I heard you won first place in the academy's magic competition?" Chicaror looked up, trying to see Borest through his nostrils.

Upon hearing that Chicarole was talking about the magic academy competition, Borest simply replied "yes," then turned and pulled his two sisters away.

"Hey! Stop!" Seeing that Borist was still ignoring him as he had been a couple of days ago, Chicaror got angry. He walked up to Borist and said, "Don't think you can be so smug just because you won first place in the academy competition!"

“I am not gloating,” Borest replied honestly.

Chicaror was speechless for two seconds after Borist's words, then continued, "I don't care if you're smug or not, just remember this—one first place in an academy competition isn't enough to make you regain your grandfather's attention."

"Since the first place in the academy competition isn't worth your attention right now, why didn't you win it? Oh, right, although you signed up for the competition, you didn't even step onto the stage—because you were knocked unconscious by flying debris shortly after the match started." Borist coldly stated the painful truth.

“You! No, that’s not the point. The point is that you won’t regain Grandpa’s attention! Do you know that you will be expelled from the Flor family sooner or later!” After saying this, Chicarol kept scrutinizing Borist’s facial expression, trying to see some fear on Borist’s face—this was the expression that Borist, that bastard, often showed when he and his two bastard sisters might be kicked out of the house.

Lu Renkui first told Boruist in the consciousness space not to panic, and that if Boruist didn't know what to say next, he could give her the right to speak.

Borist took two deep breaths and told Lu Renkui that he could, but he might need Lu Renkui to help him with some talking points.

Following Lu Renkui's instructions, Borist replied, "Oh, okay, I understand."

"What?" Chicarol looked at Borist's expressionless face and suddenly fell into self-doubt—had he just misheard?

“I said, I understand,” Borist said, maintaining his poker face. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to my room.”

"Do you know what it means to be disregarded by your grandfather? Have you forgotten? You three bastards are still cursed by the gods!" Chicarol didn't believe that Borist hadn't broken through his defenses.

“I know, so what?” Borist had already come to terms with it—since even gods could be fake, why should he fear the punishment of those fabricated gods?

“Oh, right, come a little closer to your face,” Borest said.

"What are you doing?" Chicaror felt something was wrong. He was about to step back when he saw Borist let go of Olivia's hand and slap him across the face.

Chicarol covered his face in shock. Before he could even question Borist, Borist released Carola's hand and raised it, saying, "You'd better not say things like that again, especially in front of my two sisters. Otherwise, next time I'll put a spell on my palm and give you a slap with a spell on it—I'm not sure what I'll put on it."

"So after that, if I slap you, you might die." Borest spoke these words with exceptional clarity.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of magic shot straight toward Borest's face.

Boris immediately swung his wand in his right hand and cast a spell at the light spur. The two magical forces canceled each other out in mid-air, exploding into dazzling, colorful light that scattered in all directions.

“Borest, it seems we’ve been too lenient with you.” Beres walked up to Chicaror with a gloomy face.

Seeing that his backer had arrived, Chicaror immediately hid behind Beris, resuming his previous arrogant demeanor.

Borest also pulled open the black robe he was wearing over his school uniform, letting his two younger sisters hide inside first.

Looking at Borist's fearless face, Beres recalled running into Borist shortly after their last breakfast.

Back then, Borist could cast spells on them even without a wand, but now that he has a wand, his combat power is uncertain—after all, Borist easily neutralized Beris's attack just now.

With this in mind, Beres dared not act rashly and became slightly more polite to Borist.

"Tomorrow is the day to choose your familiar, so you'd better not say anything inappropriate in front of Grandpa," Beris warned Borest with a stern face.

"Big brother, what are you talking about? Even if he did, Grandpa might not even listen to him, right?" A flippant male voice appeared.

Lu Renkui looked through Borist's eyes toward the direction of the frivolous male voice.

The boy had an androgynous appearance and was dressed in a flamboyant manner, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

“This should be Bruce, Boris’s second cousin.” System WQBYRZM flipped through the original plot and said, “His specific appearance is at a grand banquet, where he is publicly humiliated by Heledi.”

"Is it that Heledi has a grudge against the entire Flor family?" Lu Renkui asked. "Apart from Borist, who made Heledi's harem pursue her, all the other members of the Flor family have stumbled because of Borist."

"Actually, Boruist has a few older and younger cousins," the system WQBYRZM added.

"Did they beat Heledi?" Lu Renkui asked curiously.

"No, Borist's eldest cousin was once engaged to Heledi, but after learning that Heledi was not valued by the Lepnas family, the eldest cousin dumped Heledi without hesitation and found another fiancé."

"This formula sounds familiar... Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential? It's just a Western fantasy story in disguise," Lu Renkui said.

As soon as Bruce got out of the car, he saw his eldest cousin, third cousin, and that bastard little cousin standing facing each other at the small gate of the castle.

Strangely, his two bastard sisters weren't with his bastard cousin.

But that wasn't what Bruce cared about. He just wanted to know what excuse Bayris and Chicarole had come up with to have fun with Borist, so he could join in.

"Long time no see, my lowly little cousin. Have you atoned for the sins of your parents who were burned to death?" Bruce said to Borest with a smile, repeating the words he had said to Borest many times before.

Bruce had assumed that Borist would swallow his anger as before, but he was surprised to receive a heavy slap to the face, so hard that his head tilted in the direction of the slap.

Bruce covered his face and looked at the dark gray-haired boy in front of him with an indifferent expression, as if he were looking at a monster.

Seeing that others were being beaten just like him, Chicarol felt a sense of peace.

But Bereaves, who witnessed all of this, began to wonder why Borest's personality had suddenly changed so drastically.

But now Beres was more angry—because he was still standing there, and Borist had beaten Bruce again, completely disregarding him as the future head of the Flor family.

But Boris still had that "I did nothing wrong" look on his face and slapped Beris across the face as well.

"Why did you hit me?" Beris was stunned by the blow.

“I think you’re secretly cursing me in your heart,” Borest said matter-of-factly.

After saying that, Borest cast a flight spell on himself, picked up his two younger sisters, and flew back to his room, leaving his three older cousins ​​standing there watching him fly away.

Flying back to his room, Borest felt a little uneasy.

Borist slapped Chicarol; it was indeed an impulsive act.

Then Boris slapped Bruce and Bayris once each because Boris felt he had already slapped Chicarole, so he might as well slap the other two as well, since the punishment would be the same.

It felt good to slap him, but looking back now, and considering my current strength, it seems I'm not strong enough to contend with the entire family.

What should I do? Borest thought worriedly—it didn't matter if he was kicked out, but how would his two sisters survive?

The system's voice suddenly popped up: "I have to say your manners need to be lowered. You should just put the amnesia spell on your palm and then slap each of them to make them lose their memories."

“That’s right,” Lu Renkui agreed.

“What if they…” Borist was still quite worried.

"If you're worried about not being able to cast the amnesia spell properly, then try a physical method," the system WQBYRZM said again.

"Physics?" Borest asked, somewhat bewildered.

“Yeah, physics.” System WQBYRZM pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere and started cracking them open. While cracking the seeds, she said, “Find a rock and smash them until they lose their memory, then use healing magic to cure them.”

"I'll just try the amnesia spell. I can try it a couple more times." After replying, Borist told his two younger sisters to stay in the room and hide the little black cat. Then he quietly went up the stairs to wait for his three older cousins ​​to come over.