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

I checked the test venue. I came back to the lady.

"Thank you for waiting. The lady and I seem to take our exams in the classroom behind the ground floor."

"Yes, thank you. By the way, Cyril, that's the woman you were looking at earlier..."

The lady peeks into my eyes.

I think there might have been some element that the lady cared about. The physical appearance is quite sophisticated, but it was not the movement of those who were learning to fight.

"Don't worry, it's just a maid who came running into me"

"No, not..."

The lady still looks like she said something.

Apparently, you've made the lady anxious. I noticed it, I knelt in front of the lady like one day. That's how I looked up at the lady and grabbed her hand softly.

"It's okay. Whatever happens, I'll protect your daughter."

"Is it true? Will you stay on my side for the rest of my life?

"Yeah, sure. I will always be by your lady's side and protect her all the time. I will never forget the promise I made on my childhood."

"... thanks, Cyril"

Redness appeared on the lady's cheek and anxiety disappeared from her expression. Apparently, I was able to get rid of your daughter's worries.

"Come on, I'll show you around. Let's head to the classroom."

"Yes, please.... Cyril"

Guide the lady to the test venue.

In addition to the written exams, practical exams such as courtesy, dance, voice and performance exist. First, after taking simultaneous written exams in each classroom, the group is further divided into practical exams.

I came here as a student on a servant course. I take exams in the same class as my daughter, not as a result of the will above working - but because I submitted an application at the same time.

I don't shake my identity all the time in school. Students have a school rule that they behave equally regardless of their status, so the exams are supposed to be taken by nobles and civilians together.

Most importantly, after enrollment, classrooms are divided between nobles and civilians, so it doesn't make much sense.

At the beginning of the game, there are depictions of near-misses at the exam venue with heroine targets, including civilians. It would be a setting made to match the tsuji.

But in the real world, we need to be careful.

Because only a limited number of children are more likely than a lady, but we have to figure out if it's really the right thing to do with reciprocity, or if it's the right thing to value status by ignoring school rules.

Against those whose identities are below...... a lady would have no problem.

"Cyril, at last"

The lady uttered those words as she entered the appropriate classroom and was searching for a seat according to the examination number.

It's impossible for a lady to fail. I don't need to feel it, but I'm just a little worried I might be nervous.

But that was worrying.

"- Me, I dreamed of living school with Cyril, didn't I?

Speak of yourself as me and your loving dreams as you whisper. Instead of the marquis, the vegetarian lady showed her face slightly.

I was fascinated by that poor look, and there was zero sighing from those who would have been watching the lady. I love such a lady too, but don't forget that this is the classroom.

"Lady, I'm not impressed with such a joke."

I gave him a recalcitrant look when I whispered blame for what I would do if someone asked me.

But soon she smiled again and said, "But, Cyril. I do not make jokes that are misunderstood and troublesome. Remember that, right?" and laughed flirtatiously.

The lady was not only cute, but much stronger mentally.

- Master Sophia, you're Sophia from the Marquis of Rosenberg.

The boy's voice sounded impeccable. I hide the lady behind my back and turn to the boy. Blue eyes with a strong sense of will, neat red hair.

He's dressed like a butler, so he'd be a student on a servant course.

Nobility and civilians are equal in this school. But that's just a story about having school rules like that. So in this case, my correct response is...

"Who is it? You must be rude to the lady. Please."

- Cyril, I don't mind.

"But, lady,"

"At school, I hear they're reciprocal regardless of their status. If so, there's no problem with his behavior, is there? Different?

"Yes, sir."

Correct, ma'am - smile and retreat diagonally back.

It cannot be constituted if aristocracy and civilians decide on reciprocity, etc., by school rules. If that is to be made, only when the person above acknowledges it.

Therefore, I pointed the water at the lady to admit that it was reciprocal. The lady who drew my attention and showed it to me immediately is already beyond the age of twelve.

"So, who are you? What can I do for you?

"Me - no, my name is Rymond. Please make me your daughter's dedicated butler."

It was just plain alive.

It's not about making it in the middle of an exam. How rude of the nobles before. I thought so, but I can't speak before the lady responds.

Besides, if you start going to school, the same thing will happen as much as you want. Sometimes you'll be in the same situation in a place where I'm not around, more than a lady and my class are different.

Let me take this opportunity to see if I can handle it without you.

"It's called exclusivity, but it's not up to me to decide in one place"

"No, it doesn't mean I want you to serve the Rosenbergs right now. First, I'd like you to nominate me for exclusive school assignment."

"... exclusive at school, is it?

The lady tilted her neck tightly.

I did not explain to the lady that there is a system whereby students in the servant class serve as servants to the sons of nobles and millionaires.

Noblemen and millionaires learn to behave as principals, and servants are institutionalized to learn to behave as squire, but it is also a living place because it is not uncommon to continue a subordinate relationship even after graduation.

Explaining that, the lady immediately showed understanding.

"I understand the story. But my deacon decides he's alone."

"- I see. Is he the exclusive butler of rumors? That he took that position at only six years old."

"Yes, very good - my dedicated butler."

I wouldn't have had anything else to do with the lady smiling proudly. But the line seems to have inspired Rymond's retention. He's turning a sharp glance at me.

"You can't be inferior to such an unreliable man. I'll prove you're better than him at this entrance exam and show you. So nominate me exclusively then"

"... would be good. If I felt that you were better than Cyril, I would nominate you as my dedicated deacon."

"Thank you, I know!

Rymond conveys his gratitude to the lady and goes on to turn a challenging glance at me.

"You said Cyril or something. You're right to ask. I know it's bad, but let me prove to you that I'm the one who deserves Lady Sophia's dedicated butler in this exam."

Upon such a declaration, Rymond returned to his seat. Looking at that and glancing back at the lady...... wow, she looks as grumpy as she thinks.

But the lady also keeps her mouth shut when the surrounding attention is gathered. Eventually the attention faded and the classroom finally opened its mouth when it was once again surrounded by hustle and noise.

- Cyril.

"Yes, ma'am"

"That's what they say, and you don't think anything?

"... right. Blue."

"Then you know what I'm trying to say? I am so grumpy at making fun of you right now."

"Right. I am also angry that the lady's eyes were doubted."

No other lady has admitted me as a dedicated butler. Nonetheless, Rymond mouthed a line that denied his qualities as my butler.

That's the same as denying the lady's eyes.

"Then prove that my eyes are all I see."

"Yes, I did - do you understand that nobility and civilians, all of them, will be tested at the same time? It's the chairman who represents the flourishing freshmen, isn't it?

Sophia, the lady will probably knock out a number close to full score. But I raised the lady, and if I'm serious, I don't know which one will be the chairman.

"Oh, I won't lose easily, either, will I? Because I am your godson."

"Of course, I know that..."

Given the level of the exam, it is not unlikely that we will both score full. However, if it were the same point, Lady Sophia would be elected Chairman for reasons of identity.

Then the lady's honor will be scratched.

"I am not interested in the honor I have been given. So there's no need for any help. Let him know that my deacon is the best in the world."

"Whatever the lady wants"

All I want is for the lady to pass as chairman, but if the lady wants me for real, I can't help it. Let's try to prove your daughter's prowess as a dedicated butler.

I tried my best to take care of my daughter as a dedicated butler.

I went to a school of witchcraft in my previous life and have acquired general knowledge from the beginning. Later, he trained himself as much as possible with a dedicated butler and also acquired the knowledge of just having the daughter's education.

That can't be like dropping a dot on a mid-section written exam.

Written exams are self-graded and full.

After that, the exam venue will be moved and exams such as courtesy and voice music will be carried out. There are still a lot of things to do, but they draw a line with the children around them.

Given the difficulty of the written exam, perhaps practical skills will also be given near full grades.

I did the exam dangerously like that, and it became two subjects where I left off. For me, it's a violin classified as a bad subject and a dance for a good subject.

First, the lady starts playing the violin.

The assignment song is said to have been made by a famous performer by a former king. Traditionally it is a difficult song, but playing in the exam is an easy to play and arranged practice song.

The lady, who has been practicing since childhood, plays music at risk. Pull the bow and shine the glossy platinum blonde. It's beautiful to take one of those occasions.

The lady plays not only in tone, but in everything is brilliant.

It's a less difficult song, but that's why the lady's talent stands out. Those who were doing the preview are also stopping their hands and listening to the lady play.

Only the tone produced by the lady resonates in the quiet venue. Exam venues for many of them quickly turned into recital venues just for young ladies.

The lady I raised shines brighter than anyone else. I'm proud of that sight.

But such a happy hour will soon come to an end. The performance is over and the venue is visited by silence. Not so much; and he who returned unto me slapped his hand, and it spread immediately unto the venue.

The lady who finished playing returns.

I walked under the lady and gently wiped away the sweat on my forehead with a towel.

"Ma'am, it was a wonderful performance."

"Thank you, Cyril. But you don't have to take care of me until this happens, do you?

"No, because wherever I am, whenever I am, I will always be the lady's dedicated butler"

"... thanks. Then please clean up the violin"

"Yes, sir."

Receive the lady's violin and wipe off the pine yani and hand sweat beautifully. Then wipe the bow hair clean and loosen the bow hair.

I just put those in the case, and my turn just came around.

I don't have my own violin like a lady. Therefore, borrow the violin loaned for the exam to confirm the discipline and immediately stand before the examiner.

I gave him my exam number and my name, and he started playing mostly.

I don't have much artistic talent, violin. I learned so desperately to teach my daughter that I have the skill, but lack the glamour to attract people.

I'm not going to beat my current lady in technical terms, but I don't get to wave that arm in practice songs. As it is, they may drop scores compared to the lady.

That, for me, is the result of wanting your daughter to be chairman.

But the lady ordered me to prove that I was the best butler. I'll perform at my best to meet the lady's orders.

I can tell you that this performance is by far the best.

But - that's all. I can tell because my senses are more than usual. I can't help but compare it to the gorgeous tone the lady plays.

If I were a judge, I'd lower the dot relative to the lady, considering the difference in strength. Even the other judges would probably do the same. As it is, I lose.

I mean, you're going to disobey the lady's orders.

On the surface pretend to be calm, but desperately think about what to do.

That's when one of the strings accidentally broke off. Strings may be cut even if they are new. I guess I've had a life expectancy within the many times I've been used in the exam.

The examiner who notices it tries to stop playing.

- But I keep playing with the chopped violin. He substitutes by holding down the next string with his finger and changing the scale, playing music as if the string wasn't broken.

Very few people have noticed that fact, but the examiner who tried to interrupt the exam has certainly noticed. Turning to the eye-catching examiner, I smiled and showed him.

It's never easy.

But still, I finished playing one song as if nothing had happened.

The applause rings from all around, but its size is no match when you're a lady. But the examiner slapped me on the hand even more.

"We've shown you technology and mental strength that won't even move into trouble. It was a great performance."

"Thank you, I know."

Praise the examiner and back off. Returning the violin to the clerk, the clerk who noticed the string was broken turned his eyes round.

It seemed to play naturally to such an extent that the clerk was unaware.

"I'm sorry I cut the string. We will reimburse you later."

"Oh, no. Strings are consumables, so no problem."

"Really? Okay, I'm in this."

When he greeted the servant and returned to the young lady, he was pointing his lips.

"Ma'am, you can't do that, can you?

"It's that cunning. I thought you could win a practice song..."

"You were lucky. But the lady played nicer."

"That's not true! Cyril was much nicer."

"Thank you, ma'am"

Until recently, the lady has come to flatter herself too - I can't believe she's apparently praising me with all her heart. It tickles me a little when I realize that.

And all I had left was a dance practice exam.

Me and the lady are moving to the dance hall.

Dance is a category that I'm good at in practice - or the lady inevitably improved because she was the most enthusiastic at auditioning for dance and at one time served as her opponent as she did every day.

Anyway - and I turn to the lady's dancer.

The examiner is served by a teacher, but the dance opponent is apparently performed by a female student in the middle department. They say it's because there's too much height difference between a twelve-year-old and an upper-class boy student or adult.

But if a woman is a man, the steps are different.

Sophia, I thought I was anxious for a lady and a female student who was often not old enough to do the lead, but from the results, that was worrying.

Female students have a good lead and take full advantage of the lady's charm. On par with the lady - no, if this is all you can dance in a male role, you may have more skill than that.

No way, I didn't think there were any students my age who could dance this far.

For a lady who stands out in her age, she would be a good competitor.

The only thing that bothers me is that while I'm a female student with that much ability, I haven't appeared during the making. He has a prominent appearance, so he wouldn't call me misremembered.

The dance between the two of us goes on even as we think about it that way.

Are they trying to explore the limits of the lady or start taking difficult steps? The lady accepted it gracefully and began to take steps lightly.

The tingling air in the test venue soothes and a hot gaze is poured on both of them. When the two finished the dance, a sigh leaked from all over the venue sparing the end.

"It was lovely, ma'am"

I walk over to the lady who returns with all her surrounding gaze, offering her a wet handkerchief in cold water. The lady who received it gently wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Thanks. But thanks to my partner for the dance earlier. It was very easy to dance, just like the way you picked it up and the way you sucked it."

"It was similar to me, was it...?

I don't know for myself, but if a lady used to dancing with me says so, I guess so. At any rate, I was fortunate that the lady was the one who could dance fully.

Though he's grown up all the way through the same age, he's still young. When you dance with someone you don't want, your daughter seeps it into her attitude.

"Than that, isn't it Cyril's turn next? If I stay like this, I might win, right?

The lady's eyes laughed like a prankster.

"As far as I'm concerned, I want the lady to win."

"No, if I lose my hand"

"Of course I'm not going to lose my hand. Because you promised your daughter. I will prove to you that I am the best butler in the service of the lady."

I laugh at the lady and head to the exam officer. Along the way, I realize it's bad because I see the complexion of a misguided young lady.

They called me by my name worried that it would be okay.

After a little thought, I'm going straight up to the stage. I have multiple exams and dance opponents, but my opponent was the same female student who served as the lady's opponent.

"I'm Fol. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Cyril. Best regards,"

Probably because the order of the exams is jammed. The performance began as soon as I took a breath. He takes the hold with his first three beats and leads a female student named Fol.

Foll shines his blue eyes and starts dancing lightly to my lead.

We already know that the opponent is highly skilled, so we combine more and more difficult steps. As I expected, she handles my lead without difficulty.

"Rumor has surprised Sophia, but you're pretty good, too. Could it be that you're educating Sophia?

"... why would they think that?

Even though it's unusual for me to be a twelve-year-old deacon alone, I can't treat a Marquis' educator to a child my age, etc. The fact that I am your daughter's educator is down.

A question like this shouldn't normally come up.

"Why? Well... she feels just like me, I guess."

"Same? What the hell are you..."

Consider some possibilities. But I didn't get that answer.

Flushing blonde hair, Folle pulls my arm all the way. Between the steps, Foll showed the lead, not me.

Unlike the lead I showed, the rough lead of stone breaking. I don't go against that flow and take steps so that her lead shines brighter.

"Dance is what boys lead, right? Are you sure you want me to take your lead? Maybe the exam officer's ratings will go down, huh?

Foll throws such questions while forcefully keeping his lead. As I stepped forward, I thought about Foll's question.

"Indeed, dancing is what men lead. But what is a lead?

"That's settled. Tell your partner what steps to take next."

"That's a true theory. But my thoughts are different."

"... what's the idea?

Just wanting to know this one's true intentions brings curiosity to Foll's blue eyes.

"It's about shining your partner."

"Let it shine?

"Yeah. Make your partner shine. Even if you bend the truth."

Change your destiny to be executed and lead your daughter to a happy future. What is needed for this is not to force your daughter to behave as a marquis.

It is about drawing the will of the lady and giving her all the support she can to make the lady happy.

Dance is just like that.

I don't think Lead is the one who keeps the woman who wants to take the lead. If you want to take the lead, give them the right to decide on the steps to support them so they can stretch and dance.

That's my lead.

"... I'm surprised. I can't believe there's a kid who's ready and thinking that way."

"You're the one who seems to have a lot of deep ideas."

It's only natural that I look older than my age with memories of my previous life. But Foll seems to have as grown-up an idea as I do.

Anyway, Sophia, you look like a lady - and that's how I felt.

"Pfft. I'm sorry I made you try. Reed will pay you back. So could you sparkle more about me?

"If that's what you want"

It's time to go back to the song.

If your partner wanted you to dance, there's no reason you can't respond. Sophia, to prove that your lady's butler is the best, I'll try to get the best results.

I already grasped her habits. I start the lead so she can shine better.

At that time, the appearance of an earlier misplaced courtier appeared in the corner of his sight. Her complexion is getting worse and her upper body is shaking even though she is just standing.

Turn your gaze to those around you, but no one is aware of your lady's physical condition, only those who are practicing in preparation for their turn or who are watching the dance.

The moment I thought so, your lady's upper body leaned heavily.