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

After returning to the mansion.

I just started moving to truly protect the children of the slums.

Call the maids first and give them instructions to wash the children. In the meantime, I wrote to the owner seeking permission to hire the children.

The name is Sophia. It's an emotional education and knowledge material for young ladies. I don't mind the way you say it, but I wouldn't give permission to hire a slum kid if it wasn't even pre-built like that.

By the time I finished writing, a maid with the children came to my office.

"Cyril, I washed the kids beautifully, as I was told. I didn't know it was dirty at first, but it's quite a delicacy."

He must have borrowed some clothes from a servant's child. Behind the maid, the prettier siblings look around in the absence of a place.

I can't hide the bad growing up that seeps occasionally, but if I polish it, it's a glowing material.

"Good luck. I told the chef to prepare some sweets, so you stay back and take a break."

"Is that true? That's Cyril. Next time you have a sleepless night, tell me. Your sister will accompany you to bed."

"... It's baked sweets, so if you don't go quickly, it'll cool off, right?

I overhear the maid's bullshit and kick her out of the room.

I became the lady's dedicated butler. I'm not so sure I'm in the upper order of servants. At the same time, however, I am only a twelve-year-old child, so I am concerned about dealing with older men.

Therefore, while the order is strict to treat it as superior, he tells me that he doesn't mind treating it as younger in other respects.

That's about the maid who actually did it.

Anyway - and I take my seat and move forward in front of the two of you.

"I'm Cyril, twelve. What about you guys?

"I'm Roy. Eleven."

"I'm Emma, I'm ten."

I'm a little odd, but they both answered without looking away from me. Even if you're feeling insecure in the circumstances, they're not of a personable character.

"That's my first study on Roy and Emma. 'My name is Cyril. I'm twelve years old.' Try to introduce yourself now."

"Huh?

Roy makes his eyes black and white. But Emma whispered a few times, "I'm Emma and I already am. Uh... I'm ten years old," he said.

"Yeah, you put it right, you're great"

I gently stroked Emma's head.

Emma rounds her eyes a little and then narrows her eyes like she tickles. I see that. Roy looks envious, followed by a difficult face desperately trying to think back on the line.

"Roy, 'My name is Roy. Age is eleven.'"

"Ooh. Wow, I... am I not a woman's word?

"Just being polite doesn't mean it's a woman's word."

"Yes, what. Then...... my name is Roy. You're eleven years old?

"Why is the last one questionable? Be confident."

That's what I said, and I stroked Roy's head a little rambling. Roy opened his eyes wide and still narrowed his eyes as happily as Emma did.

I guess we're both hungry for love.

Whatever the circumstances, I can't help it because I've been separated from my parents this year.

Besides, if the reason they sold me was what I expected, my parents would have loved me.

The desire to be sold is a mistake of some kind, or to see my parents again, may remain somewhere in my mind.

In the name of the lady, more than I swore to protect them, I also need to remove the obsession of that heart.

"Well, don't worry about the tone. Let me talk to you first about the Dark Alliance."

They both look anxious. I guess I still have some anxiety that I might be brought back. That's why I put my hands on both of them.

"In the name of your daughter, I promised to protect you. So don't worry. I just need to know a lot about the situation to protect you."

As it stands, the Rosenberg family shaped the child sold as a commodity.

Words are bad, but that's reality.

If we leave it like this, we will crush the Dark Alliance mentes.

I don't think they'll get their hands on the lady, but they have their rules. If the nobility bent the rule with power, it would produce the corresponding certainty.

To prevent it, I asked some questions I needed to do.

- During that day, I visited Slam Street alone.

At dusk in Slam Street, I dressed as a butler, and my kid, I stand out. Just a short walk down the street, quickly tangled by the bad guys.

"You look like a much better grown kid. Are you lost in here? Give me the gold stuff and I'll take you somewhere safe, okay?

"I'm sorry, but all my belongings were lent by the Rosenberg family. I'm not giving it to you on my own."

"Ah? I'm not saying a mess, and I'm telling you to leave me alone!

Bad guys are stretching out their arms trying to grab them.

I paid for it in the back of my hand and threw it with my legs hooked. Kill the shock the moment you drop it so you don't take care of it.

A man who was closing his eyes for fear of shock patches him up. At the next moment, I stand up dyeing those eyes with anger, understanding that they were thrown at me.

"This kid, apparently, wants to see some painful eyes."

"... if you understood that it was thrown, I also wanted you to understand that it was not normal... you have no choice"

Though there are the protective techniques I learned to protect my daughter and the sorcery I honed based on my previous life's knowledge, my physical abilities are only those of a twelve-year-old.

Alarm can be life-threatening. Therefore, I am not going to compromise myself until I put myself in danger. Be prepared enough to be unable to move for a while.

I gently fall back and exercise magic that improves my physical abilities.

"- Stop it!

Unexpectedly a sharp voice sounds. At the same time, a giant man appeared out of the darkness of the alley. A bad guy is a sign of drawing a line, a person who is obviously involved in dark work.

"Well, listen to me. This kid's busy. Come on."

"Shut up. You forgot the Slam code? I'm gonna miss you right now, so get lost."

"Hi-ha, hi-ha"

Bad guys run away with these bodies.

I dropped him off and turned back to the giant man.

"... should I thank you?

"Don't get me wrong. Slamming someone like you can be a pain in the ass. I just wanted to avoid it. It's annoying. Just go home."

"I understand the circumstances. But unfortunately, I need help with the Dark Alliance."

"... the Dark Alliance," he said. What can I do for a kid like you? You're telling me you know what the Dark Alliance is like?

He intimidates me with an intense killing spirit.

If you're a normal child - no, even an adult gets under trembling pressure all by herself, and makes you wonder what I answered.

Due to this reaction and killing, he's probably a Dark Alliance person who takes his rightful place.

Therefore, the easiest answer is to tell parents about the child who was sold away. But if I can, I want to see how well they organize.

If so, mouth the names of Roy and Emma.

Or...

"Deacon of the Rosenberg family. Would that tell you what to do?

At last, the man narrowed his eyes to my inquiry. The eyes are lit with a satisfactory colour. Obviously, I understand why I'm here, the deacon of the Rosenberg family.

- In other words, the Dark Guild guys find out that all the children who fled were protected by nobility, or that the house is the Rosenberg family, and put them on a contact network within that day.

Finally, I didn't even question my name as Deacon. He even figured out that I was acting as a servant and said he had been contacted.

It is difficult even for trained servants to report, contact and consult immediately. Because psychology works, like covering up or salvaging your failures before you report them.

However, the person who reported this incident accurately reports that the children they were chasing were taken away by the butler's fitting child.

... Dark Alliance, acting as an organization more than I know in the game.

Stab the nail so you don't get your hands on Roy and Emma. I've been thinking about the safety of the lady and me, and then I've been thinking about it in the direction of cutting my hands off, but maybe I should adopt a sub-plan.

That's what I thought immediately. I'll fix the plan for the future.

"This one is ready to be resolved by discussion. May I see someone who can discuss this matter?

"... I don't think a kid like you can negotiate. It was your lady who protected the little girl who ran away, wasn't it? If you want to have a conversation, don't take the lady."

"The lady is very busy, so you will be coming to the mansion, are you sure? Oh, the lady would be surprised if there were too many of them, so please be a representative only."

There's no way you can bring a lady to such a dangerous place - no matter what you claim, it's obvious that you can reason with this.

Therefore, you restrain them by making the same demands on them.

"... Shit, he's a smart kid. But I understood that a negotiator would serve. I'll show you to the Alliance Master, so follow me. It doesn't matter if you don't have a life assurance."

"Oh? Do you usually vouch for the lives of others? If that's the case, you don't look good on your face and you're a lot kinder."

"Damn, you're a really cute kid. Enough. Just shut up."

You must have been the one who shook the topic - and I'm not a child enough to hang up the chase. I walk after a man. Not so much, I was led to a small tavern.

From there, it is further passed across the concealed door. It's a solid room that I don't think is in the slam, but its dubious atmosphere deserves to be called the Ajit of the Dark Alliance.

On a luxurious sofa, a muscular man wearing excessive ornaments keeps a luscious woman samurai. Behind him was a man with eyes.

Stepping forward, the flutter and sweet scent nose.

Is this... incense? This smell is just - it's a light exciting fragrance.

There shouldn't have been any side effects and they shouldn't have been that strong. It would be a small worker to shake the opponent's ordinary mind and carry the negotiations in his favor with a pairing move with a fanciful woman.

Same reason I came in the evening, by the way.

It is also called witchcraft. People's spirits tend to become unstable at dusk. I don't know what to say if I'm conscious, but I can be mentally advantageous to someone who doesn't know it.

... I think they know who they are for this.

"Whoa, you're really a kid. I'm Guildmaster's no-name."

A muscular man peeled his fangs off with a nibble.

"This is polite. My name is Cyril, and I serve the Rosenberg family."

"I'm listening. Well, sit down."

I follow the instructions and gently lower my hips on the couch facing each other. Thus, he turns his gaze to the euphemism of the naked eye who is holding back behind him, not to the muscular man.

It is the man with the eye of the ship who refrains behind his back that dominates the Dark Alliance's no-name. The muscular man sitting in the front is both a shadow warrior and an escort. It's a no-name right-hand man.

If the game is as it was set, the no-name is a former junior nobleman stripped of his status for innocence.

He betrays me and snitches on the prince when I'm the one who asks Alicia to do harm.

That's the decision, and we're on our way to the execution end.

But he snitched on the prince because Sophia, the villain warrant lady, used the power of the house to try to fall for heroin, the daughter of a lower nobleman.

Fallen into a superior nobility for his innocence, he is also a prostitute hostile to the nobility who wears power on his casket.

Therefore, you will not be hostile to him as long as you keep your muscles through. In order to avoid the execution route, we also need to get through the muscles against taking Roy and Emma away from them.

"There's nothing else to talk about. I'm protecting my daughter, who ran away from you."

"Hmm? Are you gonna tell me you're giving my daughter back?"

"No, unfortunately, you can't do that because your daughter promised to protect them."

"Then you want me to tell you to give up your daughter?

"That's different, too. I'll tell you without misunderstanding, I'm not going to say anything about human trafficking anyway. I understand that you have Emma's ownership at the moment."

Although it is not recognized as a national law, trafficking in human beings is usually practised in dark societies. I can't make the lady hear much, but I can't deny it cheaply.

This case, for example.

If I couldn't sell Emma and get the money, I wouldn't have stood up for the life of her house. Assuming that, because of the human trafficking, we were spared the ruin of a whole family.

Well... the darkness is deep about the area, a reality that is not easy to swallow.

You don't have to force it to swallow. What matters is not the likelihood, but the fact that they can't take what they buy by their rules by force.

"I mean, what? Are you buying away your daughter?"

"No way. Nobles will not traffick in human beings or anything. I'm just here to ask you to let go of Emma's ownership you have in exchange for the hardware."

"... Ha, that's a trick. What's so different about buying"

"Even the Dark Alliance will stick to decency, won't it?

When I told him it was the same thing, the Shadow Man snapped his nose.

"In this world, if I show my weakness, I'll be put in. You know damn well. Besides, I understand your willingness to get through. Then let's get on with the negotiations. The price for letting her go is thirty gold coins."

Slam kids are cheaper.

Perhaps the amount Emma's parents got is less than a single piece of money.

"Whoa, don't tell me what the purchase value is, okay? She's the daughter I bought. So I decide how much it costs to let go."

"Of course, I have no objection"

I took out one of the leather bags I had missed and put it on the table.

The no-name shadow fighter slammed the contents of the leather bag on the table, and when he made sure there were thirty pieces, he maliciously said, "He's a bad kid".

"I thought you said you were a Rosenberg. What are you gonna do with those brothers and sisters?

"Don't you have to worry about things like that after you let go of ownership?

"Let it go. We have rules, too. Buy and sell people because that's what this slum needs. If you want those siblings for outrageous purposes, I'm not letting you go."

"- Is that a no-name's own idea?

I turned my gaze to the no-name himself, not the shadow warrior. The no-name pierced his faceless expression and the Shadow Man nodded yes.

I hoist the edge of my mouth "I see, not bad".

"Ah?

"They grow up in the Rosenberg family. As a loyal squire who never betrays your daughter."

"... well, then there's no problem. The deal is closed. Now we won't claim ownership of that girl. Whatever you want."

"Yeah, let me do that"

With a deal in place, I'll take a seat.

I don't need a contract. No, should I say I can't make it? This is only an act to put muscle through them. There is no such thing as the fact that you bought the child away.

If they are going to bend their muscles and become obsessed, just give them another response. I try to walk away thinking so, but on the verge of my turning my back, a shadow warrior stopped me.

"Wait. I still owe that girl's parents."

"Oh? Didn't the thirty sheets I just paid include the cost of that as well?

"Ah? What are you talking about? That money would be a consideration for letting go of that girl's ownership."

"You think I'm unaware of your purpose?

"... about what?

No name is unresponsive. Neither did the Shadow Man move his expression. But the woman serving the Shadow Man reacted with Pickle. I guess she knows the plan, too.

You got a skinny guy on your back trying to rock this one.

"You asked me what to do with my brothers and sisters, not because we were worried about the situation, but rather to see if our expectations met and if the plan was feasible, right?

Emma and Roy will not have good feelings for their parents right now.

But if you are old enough to know that there are nasty circumstances, you may regain your love for your parents if you realize that you could not even live without them.

Their parents could one day be cards intervening in the Marquis Rosenberg family, possibly.

- So he preempted that I was the use of the Rosenberg family.

An ambiguous plan that lays assumptions on assumptions. The plan is unlikely to haunt you, but the cards you get when you do are powerful. That's why I need to stab them in the nail here.

"I offered to make them the servants of a lady who would never betray them. I thought you guys could understand what that meant. - Did you buy it?

Do you really not understand, or are you licking me as a child? Either way, I turn a cold gaze that I'm not interested in incompetence that doesn't make sense of the essence.

"Oh, my God..."

The shadow warrior kills, but the no-name himself held onto his shoulder before he could sit back. That was probably an expression of intent on the part of the no-name himself.

The Shadow Man exhaled and sat deeply back on the couch again.

"It would be good. I'll get you on that deal."

"Thank you. We're going to have a long relationship with you."

I bowed my head respectfully and walked away quietly.

◆ ◆ ◆

"... I want to be a busy kid"

"Oh, I think Atai is cute."

After seeing Cyril return. Quincy, a no-name shadow warrior, threw up and Irene, who was serving him, laughed.

But only a no-name looks difficult.

"What's the matter, Gilmouth? I'm glad we did what we thought. If this works, we can have a pipe in the Marquis' house, right?

"... oh yeah. But we're rescheduled."

When the Marquis' maid found out she had protected the children of the slums, the no-name came up with one plan. The plan is to use the affection of parents and children to circulate information about the Marquis.

The other is a child sold to his parents, but there is a child who is immature in spirit. He thought that if he induced his emotions successfully, he would begin to seek the affection of his parents.

Of course, we don't know if the aristocrats will hire the children, nor do we know if the children will really have feelings for the parents who sold themselves. The success rate is never high.

Still, I thought it was worth a try if you think about the benefits when you succeed.

But...

"He spotted our plan."

"Really? Didn't you just say that sounded appropriate?

"No, it's not. He's not like that. Remind me. When you said thirty gold coins, he offered you leather bags as if he'd prepared them from the beginning."

"... you did"

The amount my daughter was sold is less than a coin. Even if my daughter knew how much she was sold for, the figure of thirty gold coins would never appear.

Small craftsmanship, such as preparing multiple leather bags, is possible, but still requires some anticipation.

"Finally, I said I should pay my parents' debts with that money. It's an idea that won't come out unless we know we're going to protect her parents."

"- Indeed. … then the plan fails,"

Quincy distorted her face in remorse.

"No... not really"

After understanding that, Cyril said, she would raise Emma and the others to be squires who would never betray her.

The first measure that comes to mind is burying Emma and her parents in the dark. But instead of abandoning him, he hinted at covering his parents' debts for selling Emma.

The conclusions to be drawn from it are simple. Cyril tells me to protect Emma and her parents from being used by someone in the Dark Alliance.

There is nothing tangible to gain from that Dark Alliance. However, as long as we are protecting our parents, there will be only one connection with the Rosenberg family.

"Oh, my God, you're a kid at best even when you think about being smart. If we betray each other, it's over."

"If you're just a kid, it's easy to talk about."

No-name laughs mockingly at Cyril for remembering her interaction with him.

Cyril had cold eyes when she said away in a polite tone that it was a buyout. My eyes, as if I were seeing through all of this, were such that my no-name was barometric.

The no-name sees a child with those eyes - no, I've never even seen a thousand adults, including the one I met during my aristocracy. Named Cyril, he's a monster in a kid's skin.

"You say there's a reason?

"Oh. That's what he said. He said he would never betray you. If we use our parents, we have confidence in educating our daughters not to betray them."

"Ah? Then after all, there's no point in protecting your parents, is there?

"... you're right"

While agreeing, the no-name hoisted the edge of her lips with a hoot.

If you're confident you won't be taken advantage of, you don't have to worry about your parents' fate. I should have thrown it away if I didn't know about my parents' debts or something.

Nonetheless, there is one reason why he set out to protect his parents towards a no-name.

"Do you understand the darkness of this country and weigh your emotions? If you use dirty hands, you won't even make a puppet that never betrays the kids... I like it"

Being stripped of his identity for his innocence and becoming a no-name, he hates senior aristocrats. I was going to ruin an arrogant nobleman if there was a gap, but that butler and his lord seem to be the exception.

"Sure, we're going to have a long relationship"

As it became more enjoyable, the no-name hoisted the edge of his mouth all the way up.