The Villainous Daughter’s Butler ~I Raised Her to be Very Cute~

The school was on fire that morning. Because the princes and princesses of the Flamefield Empire, important neighbors both in political terms, have studied abroad without a scrutiny.

"Hey, did you hear that?

"You're talking about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Crown Princess, right? It's none of our business."

"What are you talking about, if you wear glasses, you might be able to hold them. When the royal family studied abroad before, they pulled some of them out of the servants' courses."

"Oh, really? Then we might have a chance too."

Even Class A of the Servant Course hears such conversations without pulling them off in the morning.

We need to solve some misunderstandings here. Just because it's a class A, which also brings together particularly talented students in servant courses, doesn't necessarily mean it's heavily applied to royalty and advanced nobility.

Many of those who hold the dominant position of servant, such as dedicated deacons and maid chiefs serving royalty and superior nobility, come from nobility - that is, students of nobility courses.

Or maybe a family line that serves the Marquis for generations, like my parents.

However, the royal family, who had previously studied abroad, apparently hired students for servant courses with favourable treatment. It therefore seems boiling down to the possibility of such a chance again this time.

Of course, not that many students have already gained insistence, but there is nevertheless a voice of surprise that the royal family has suddenly studied abroad.

And there is also one student here who is intrigued by the topic. Rymond called out.

"Cyril, have you heard the rumors?

"You hold on to that story in the morning. But it doesn't really matter to you, does it? I'm late to say it, but congrats on the insistence."

Rymond has been appreciated for his work at the Cultural Festival and has decided to serve Folle. I was surprised when Luke asked me that, but at the same time, I think Rymond's strength makes sense.

"Thank you, Cyril. Thanks to you."

I didn't do anything.

"... I thought so. But if you hadn't given me a chance, I wouldn't have caught her eye. So, thanks to you."

"... but I think you would have caught someone's eye right away."

If no one else spoke, I was going to look at the fold and recommend it to Lady Sophia. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to give up more than has been decided by the royal servants.

"No, no, no, I can't believe you called me, like she's from the same civilian."

"... of civilian origin?

Leaning her neck to say what she was talking about, Rymond waved to him not to misunderstand.

"I'm not unhappy because I'm from a civilian. I know you're good enough to get the back shield of the Count's house, and even if you're not, you're the first person to recognize me."

"... right"

I twist my neck, whilst hitting on the relationship, saying what I knew I was talking about.

Fol goes to school in the name of the civilian daughter who was bought the ability and taken over by the Count's family - but whose identity is royal...... no way, you don't know?

Such an idiot - and looking around, I saw Luke and I heard him talking about this one, but he turned a blatant blind eye. Apparently, Foll's identity is a secret.

Perhaps Fol hid it because he was amused.

Thought you'd serve a lady from the civilian population? Too bad your lord was a princess! When I think of Lymond being told by Fol, etc. - I'm really looking forward to it.

There's nothing negative about hiding it, and we'll keep a warm watch.

"By the way, what about Cyril?

"... why?

I told you it had nothing to do with you. You're supposed to say "too." Could it be something you're involved in?

"Sophia, Lady and I are just leaning on the guide."

"A guide? That's..."

I guess I kind of guessed. Rymond's gaze turns into something that cares about me.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine"

"... do you? I hope so, but if you have any problems, can I tell you something? If there's anything I can do, I'll do my best to help."

"Yeah, I'll talk to you then."

I let the grin I made stick to my face and conveyed my thanks.

Restless classes continue afterwards, finally after school. I'm supposed to meet Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte. I visited class A of the nobility course.

Sophia, as if you were waiting for it. Lady calls me.

"Cyril, you've come to the right place. Come here."

When I refrained from obliquely backing Lady Sophia upon invitation, I could see that there was a collection of classmates around me. Apparently he was standing talkin '.

"His Royal Highness Prince Harold, Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte. This is my butler he told you about earlier. And Cyril, these two are His Royal Highness Prince Harold and His Royal Highness Princess Charlotte."

"My name is Cyril. It's an honor to meet you."

Sophia, the lady sets her gaze under the feet of the two voiced, and bows her head with respect as she is. "Give me your head," a powerful boy's voice sounded as he did so.

I followed that voice and raised my face. I was mildly surprised by the appearance of both Your Highnesses.

A red-haired boy would be His Royal Highness Prince Harold.

I weave things like coats made of fine cloth, but the chest of the shirt I'm wearing underneath is wide open and gives me a peek at brown skin.

Unthinkable dress code in Effenia, but probably a common costume in the ever-sunny Flamefield Empire in all summer. He is a man but wrapped in colorful incense, in conjunction with his tight body and the eyes of an amethyst with strong will.

Go on, the slightly pink-haired girl looks like Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte.

This one, like the prince, weaves his jacket, underneath which he wraps a thin coat as a noble lady. I feel exposed in a sense of nobility, but not so uncomfortable for me with my memory of a previous life.

Such was her gleaming amethyst eyes and staring at me with interest.

"Are you Cyril, we finally met!

I heard a scream from my surroundings that didn't make a voice.

Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte will be there, because she's been hugging me.

Even though I said they hugged me, the extent to which I lean against each other when I dance. No matter how thinly she wears it, it's only an age-appropriate development, so I don't have to be upset.

But, Sophia, the lady said, 'Why didn't you avoid it?' He looks at me every time he says so.

"No, ma'am."

'What's the difference? I didn't say anything?

When I appealed with my heart's voice, such a gaze returned. But the eyes are stained red, and Miss Sophia's dissatisfaction is commonplace.

But Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte could have fallen if I hadn't held her. I appeal in my heart that if that happens, it could be an international problem.

Did that pass on, Sophia? The lady swelled her cheeks muffled.

If we don't do something soon, Sophia, the lady is going to fall into darkness.

"Your Highness Princess Charlotte, please step away"

"Oh, I just expressed the joy of seeing you, didn't I?

"It is an extra honor for me, because it is far from the way this country works. It can cause unwanted misunderstandings to those around you."

"Oh, I don't mind if I do?

He laughs with an innocent look, but his eyes glow demonically. Apparently, that doesn't mean she's an innocent princess as she looks.

But it is usual for a young lady to live in a noble society not to be a glimmer.

"If I misunderstand, I will take responsibility and resign myself as a guide."

Are you sure? She let herself go sooner than everyone else said. So he took about two steps away from me, picked up the hem of his skirt, and curtesy.

"I'm very sorry for your loss. I still seem to be oblivious to the way this country behaves, so please guide me, the guide, so that I can remember quickly."

"Yes, I did. I'll do everything I can."

I bow my head respectfully and respond. I said I was oblivious to the way this country works, but they know exactly how to make my surroundings recognize me as a guide.

In that interaction, the tea party participants assumed that I was the guide. Even though I hide my expression cleverly, I compare myself to Lady Sophia.

"Actually, I've been studying abroad because I missed Cyril, right?

Mouth another unwanted misleading line... maybe even on purpose. But how could you make such an inadvertent statement?

The reason is unknown, Sophia, but you should correct it before the lady falls into darkness.

"Thank you for your appreciation of my study of magic. Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte is much more devoted to the study of magic."

The first half explains to the surroundings, while the second half asks Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte. That's how I direct her interest into being a sorcery to avoid creating extra speculation.

As I thought, the people around me lit up the color of understanding.

Most importantly, one of the cases of hyperplasia is a secret, so I also need to be careful not to be explored any further... Originally, the study of magic has a lot of external secrets, so it's convenient to hide things.

"Charles is looking to study witchcraft, but I studied abroad for another reason. So I'm supposed to ask Miss Sophia to guide me."

His Royal Highness Princess Charlotte waited for her to settle down and His Royal Highness Prince Harold opened his mouth.

He doesn't say why he studied abroad, but due to the current line connections, few people should have recognized that his aim was to be Lady Sophia.

They're not going to hide this one here.

I would have helped if I had studied abroad for another reason... at all. Where did the previous night's festival scenario go, where Pamela was supposed to be in charge of heroin?

For one thing, the line of His Royal Highness Prince Harold wasn't directed at me, so it's not like I'm the butler of the first place.

This one will have to be left to Lady Sophia's handling.

But my butler's inability to intervene is supposed to be. For times like this, Sophia, I have educated the lady so that she can deal with it herself.

You don't have to worry about anything if it's the Sophia lady I raised. Other than what I'd rather worry about. For the time being, Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte has responded.

Turning her gaze to Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte with that in mind, she smiled.

"Cyril, just now, could you show us the school?

"Yes, sir."

As requested by Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte, the classroom of the nobility course will be followed. Her servants accompany her, but apparently His Royal Highness Prince Harold is acting differently.

"What's wrong?

"No, I thought you weren't in uniform."

Throw a different question than you were thinking. Somehow, I felt better not to show too much where I was concerned about Lady Sophia.

"I suddenly decided to study abroad, so I don't have a uniform. Or are you worried about my outfit?

"You might be surprised if you're not familiar with your neighbor. But I do know that Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte's meals are common in the Flamefield Empire."

So when I answered that there was nothing wrong with it, she looked a little surprised.

"I heard the outfit in this country was less exposed, so I thought you'd say something more, but surprisingly, you're not. Or is it because of you?

'Cause I'm just saying the exposure to noble outfits is low.'

As a matter of fact, swimsuits and the like exist in this country as well. Or there exists a scene where Alicia in her swimsuit plays by the lake with the offensive target.

Compared to that, the exposure of Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte is no big deal either.

"More than that, from which do I guide you?

"Oh so much... right. Can you take me somewhere I can talk slowly first? I'd like to hear more about you than I do about your school facilities."

"Yes, sir."

There is no particular confusion because of the scope of the prediction, and I will guide Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte to the courtyard. When I walked her straight to the table, she wanted tea from me.

When I make tea as the guide, I will flaunt her the other day... Apparently Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte even knows how to brew my tea differently than the others.

You must be hearing a lot from Ernest Boy to find out.

For that reason, I leave it to her maid to prepare tea. They wanted to be present, so I honestly pinched the table and got to the same seat as her.

"Heh... you will soon obey, won't you? Most servants say they're terrified."

"It's really impossible, isn't it? But that's what you wanted."

As far as I'm used to being unscrupulous, I just decided it was best to obey honestly. When I asked him with my gaze if there was anything wrong, he returned some satisfied grin.

"It helps me because I'm tough and I don't really like the trouble twice."

When she said that, she mouthed the tea I had prepared.

Sophia, the lady is supposed to taste poisonous.

But Lady Sophia isn't here, so it's where I, or her servant, should mouth the tea instead of the poison... it would be useless to say.

She snorted her throat and then zeroed her glossy exhale.

"You really taste different. And very fragrant. Your arm is a big deal."

"It's an honor to compliment you."

I appreciate that you liked it, but perhaps the conversation of fate will follow. She narrowed her eyes softly towards me pulling herself together like that.

"I hear you've created the technology to release magic as a treatment for hypersensitivity, right?

"No, I just reproduced the technology that was in the sorcery book"

I say so with a straight face.

"That's impossible."

"Why do you think so?

"My empire has searched every angle for a cure for magic overdoses. But I could never find a way to save a highly resistant human being. And yet you're telling me that there exists a magic book with technology written down that I've never seen or heard of?

I can't believe it either.

However, no matter how fast the magic recovers, it is usually determined that it is consumed more. The only reason it isn't is because the magic of this world is underdeveloped.

"Even if you don't know, it's true that magic books exist. Besides, isn't it more realistic than one butler produced it from scratch?

Leaning her neck, Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte narrowed her eyes softly.

"Hey...... Cyril. Make a deal."

"Deal, is it?

"If you're going to swallow my terms, I'll help your daughter, okay?

I smile suspiciously. Again, this princess doesn't seem to be a glimmer.