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

The long-term goal is to avoid a future in which we will be executed and to lead your daughter to happiness. But before you do, you have to prove the strength you deserve as your daughter's dedicated butler.

I'm never a genius just because I have an advantage in memory of my previous life.

But the lady spoken to me to prove that her butler was the best. You can't possibly betray that expectation. Even if you are not a genius, you need to prove that your daughter's dedicated butler is the best.

The opportunity came around faster than I thought. If we set up a freshman welcoming party better than anyone else in history, we will be able to meet the trust of our daughter.

However, although he was elected representative of the class, he is starting from the worst situation that he has not been able to master his popularity at all. Those who rebelled against me became another group, but those who joined my group would never trust me.

Either way, we need to put everyone in this class together.

But the first thing you need to do is set up a successful party. To do that, you need to win their trust that you're in the same group as me.

With that in mind, I gathered my colleagues to set up the main venue for the holidays.

"It was nothing else that got me together. I want to share my role in setting up the main venue, so tell me what you guys are good at and what you want to do"

When I asked for that, I got a puzzling look from the classmates I gathered. Predicting why, I ask everyone what happened to me.

Each of them looked at each other and eventually Luke raised his hand.

"Cyril, you're in command, right?

"Yeah, I'm going to."

"Then why are you asking me what I want to do? If we're gonna make the party a success, it's best to let each one of us do what we're good at, right?

"True, that's best if you're going to maximize your abilities. But you're all here to learn different things, aren't you?

The setting up of the party is the real thing, but at the same time it is also a place to practice gaining experience.

At least Dr. Tristan told me to fail and learn now. I'm not going to fail, but I'm also not going to prioritize success and scorn the opportunity for classmates to learn.

When I tell them about it, they all cheer and one after another complain about their stunts and what they want to do. Apparently, he didn't think he could try what he wanted to do with the setup.

I gather those opinions and assign work so that everyone can support others with stunts while taking charge of what they want to do.

The last thing left was Luke alone.

"What does Luke want to do?

"I'd like to have an experience overseeing everyone... I just can't do it"

"Oh, did I? So, how about you be my assistant? I can't direct it, but I think you can learn by looking at someone else's command as an assistant."

"... is that good?

"Of course, if Luke is good with that, no problem"

Luke says, "Then make sure you let me be your assistant" and rubs his fingers under his nose. Apparently, my proposal was accepted.

The others look around wondering if there will be any problems, but they are also full of motivation.

For one thing, it seems they were able to provide as much environment as they were convinced. Let's just say that we will continue to refine not to be left out by them as representatives.

And, well, I'd love to do the setup at this rate, but the party is about a month away, so I don't have a lot of time allocated to the setup at first either.

Regular classes continue in the morning.

I learn the necessary knowledge in class, but the servant needs support in a variety of situations.

Beginning with housework in general such as cleaning, laundry and cooking, work such as buying equipment. Sometimes I can help my husband with his paperwork, or I can be entrusted with selecting songs at parties.

There are also servants in there who specialize in one thing, but the average servant is required to be a generalist, not a specialist.

Therefore, the classes are wide and shallow, and the lack of knowledge proceeds at a pace that is all about making up for itself.

- It may seem difficult to say things like that, but the majority of what I'm learning right now is something I learned on my own and taught my daughter, so I don't have to say anything about it.

I deepen my insights by listening to my opinions from another point of view.

While I was pale, I quickly finished my morning class.

Lunch break.

I picked up my lunch early and visited the lady's class. That's just the class the aristocrats attend, with escorts and servants refraining at the entrance.

Tell the servant I'm here to take care of the lady and have her put through to the classroom. The lady was just cleaning up her writing equipment.

"Oh, Cyril. I thought you told him you didn't have to come for lunch break, right?

"Because I am your daughter's dedicated butler."

In the deacon's class, there was a mess, so the lady got just a little worried about whether she was in trouble or not - and of course I don't talk about it.

"Thank you, Cyril. Let's have some tea, then."

"Yes, sir."

When I interacted like that, the ladies around me began to whisper something.

I can only partially hear it in a small voice, but it looks like my husband thinks the student butler is talking about it. If you ask me, I don't see any other servants who combine students with me.

Maybe it's unusual to be a middle class student and a servant who already serves someone.

"Pfft. Cyril isn't just my husband's idea, she's also a top notch tea brewer. How about you guys join us if you don't mind?

"Well, are you sure?

The lady's expected eyes gathered on Sophia lady.

Nevertheless, I wouldn't have expected my tea arm. Probably expectations of Lady Sophia being invited to a tea party.

You're not supposed to be the lady who doesn't realize that, but she keeps grinning.

"Of course it is. Cyril, could you do me a favor?

"Whatever you say. Where would you like it?

"Well... bring it to the other terrace"

"Yes, sir."

I bowed my head respectfully before leaving my seat and moved to the courtyard where there was a well to draw water.

In aristocratic mansions, etc., there exists a water supply system with magic conductors.

Naturally, there is also a water supply system by magic conductors in schools attended by noble sons, but when tea is brewed with water obtained by the school water supply system, the colours and flavors change.

I had confirmed beforehand that it was not suitable water for brewing tea.

By the way, shallow well water is considered easy to match to brew tea. Because of its volume of water, the school's water supply system probably uses deep wells.

For that reason, I drew water from a well in the courtyard, and I moved to the hot water room.

Pour the water you've been pumping into the kettle.

"First -"

Use the magic of the wind and let the water poured into the kettle contain air. In doing so, the phenomenon of jumping by convection occurs when steaming tea leaves, because the taste of tea stands out.

By the way, it is possible to simulate jumping if you use magic, but the inclusion of air also changes the taste of hot water, so it is incomplete to just simulate jumping.

If you want to make delicious tea, you need to let the hot water contain the air properly.

Next, hang the prepared water on the stove of the magic conductor and bring to a boil.

Warm pots and cups using more hot water prepared. When you are done warming up, throw away the hot water, add the tea leaves for the number of people in the pot, pour the hot water vigorously and cover it.

Afterwards, I leave it quietly to convection - the person who serves the tea has another courtier. There is no reason to serve tea individually in a teacup.

We need to brew them in front of us so they don't suspect poison.

The wagon was therefore used to transport the teapot to the terrace without shaking it. There are already ladies at the round table on the terrace, with servants lined up behind them.

After all, the ladies seep pure curiosity, and the servants keep an eye on this behavior even as they disguise themselves as indifferent. Sophia, it looks like the lady lifted me up.

But you don't have to worry about it.

All I do is serve the best tea to Lady Sophia, as usual.

"Thank you for waiting, ma'am"

Arrange the teacups before everyone sees them and finally check the steam time on the hourglass. Take the teapot in your hand at the best time and pour the amber liquid into the cup.

Pour into all cups one by one to avoid unevenness in the intensity of the flavor. And the last drop, the Golden Drop, supposedly the best in tea, dropped into the lady's cup.

"The Rosenberg region is proud of its first flash. We use carefully selected tea leaves from them. I would recommend straight, but milk or lemon if you like."

I'll stretch my nerves all over my body and line up my tea in front of the ladies. Serve the tea poured into the teacup in such a way that it does not corrugate and never make any noise when placing the saucer.

Finally, Sophia, I put the teacup in front of the lady.

When the lady put her breath down and took the teacup in her hand, she put her mouth on the tea first. One of the manners of the aristocracy is to prove that the tea confectionery offered by the organizers is not poisoned.

It's a so-called poison taste, but the lady with her white throat slurping smiled happily.

"That's just great. I am proud that you are my butler."

"... it's a waste of time"

I bow my head even though I think I exaggerate too much.

But...

"Uh, is this the tea...?

Lady Sophia followed by a mouthful on the cup, a vertical rolled lady raised a bewildered voice.

- For a moment, the servants, who had refrained behind the other ladies, reach out and prevent the lady they serve from putting her mouth on the tea.

A maid serving a vertical roll lady who has already put her mouth on tea comes stuffed with "What did you, lady, put in her tea!?".

The terrace becomes noisy, but it was the lady on the vertical roll who went on to raise her voice.

"Wait. I didn't suspect anything foreign. It's just... I'm surprised it was more aromatic than any tea I know and incredibly delicious."

"... it was incredibly delicious, was it?

The maid who was stuffing on me looks troubled, but I can't help it. The lady's reaction just now was somewhat puzzling. I can't help but suspect the mixing of foreign objects.

"Yes, I know it's very rude, but could you please let me?"

The troubled maid pleaded with Lady Sophia.

"Uh, yeah, of course I don't mind -"

"- No, sir."

What I denied was the vertical roll lady she served.

"Da, can't you?

Approximately the baffling maid, the vertical roll lady mouths the teacup again. I told him it was his portion with up to a drop left - but I guess he just noticed his surrounding gaze.

"Yes, no, I'm wrong now. Dear Sophia, I know this is rude, but may I offer my maid a taste in order to clear your butler's innocence?

It soothes the scene that you are not suspicious of poison by saying taste. It was that one at first, but her response to the fix is the best.

Sophia, the pleasant response of the lady soothes the air in the field.

But...

"Here's the tea..."

A small blurring occurred again when the maid who tasted it peeled off her eyes.

"And I beg your pardon. Well, this tea was so delicious."

"You still think so, don't you?"

"... Yes. Regrettably, I can't afford to taste like this."

For her, who is in a position to fulfill the Lord's request, it was a substantial declaration of defeat. It spreads surprise that such a word came out of the mouth of a professional maid, not a student like me.

"Shh, not a little exaggerated? Your home is the Viscount, so you may not get the finest tea leaves, but for me, the daughter of the Count... this is the tea!?"

It is no longer a riding scratch.

But all the other ladies show the same reaction. I came here and realized that apparently my brewed tea drew a line with the others' brewed tea.

- It's not just them, it's me.

Now that I think about it, when my father tested me by direct judgment for wanting me to be the lady's dedicated butler, my father, who was an examiner, cared a lot about how I brewed my tea.

That must have surprised me with the skill of brewing my tea.

I didn't realize that only Lady Sophia would serve me tea, but that means the technology to brew tea in this world is way behind schedule. Sophia, the lady should have noticed - but when she turned her gaze, she returned a flirtatious grin.

Ma'am, you've been hiding it since you noticed?

"So, Dear Sophia, how did he get so skilled!?"

"Cyril was good at making tea from childhood. Hey, Cyril, did you learn that from someone?

"No, especially"

What I said to myself made the ladies and their servants glance at me. I guess you understood the peculiar circumstances of it, with a child who is only the same age as the Lord to serve, as a dedicated butler.

Pull-outs and such are troublesome...... No, no one would want to pull through the servants of the Marquis' maid. And more importantly, Lady Sophia wants me to be recognized.

To raise my name, the lady must have let me brew tea at this time.

I would hide my skills and sell my name by letting me brew tea every time my lady throws a tea party. The popularity of the lady's tea party has also grown to become a stone's throw.

But this is the first social world that a lady goes through when she starts attending school. Let's see how the lady intends to raise my name.

Turning her gaze, the Sophia lady who noticed that gaze nodded small with a smile. Then I turned to the ladies surrounding the table.

"If you don't mind, let Cyril teach your servants how to brew tea?

"Is that true?

I got a bunch of bounced voices up.

But the lady with the vertical roll looked puzzled.

"... Are you sure?

I didn't say what, but it's obvious you're referring to selling technology cheaply. And I, and perhaps the other servants, should have had the same question.

Everyone's consciousness for that answer is directed at nature and Lady Sophia.

"I don't mind. It also allows you to pass on the technology you have learned from Cyril to someone. But be sure to say it's a skill I learned from my dedicated butler, Cyril."

Someone breathed.

No, everyone took a breath.

The lady's suggestion was so fascinating.

If you think about it normally, you might think your promises won't be kept. You might think that the Rosenberg family, or my name, will soon disappear and only technology will spread.

But it doesn't.

The lady is a marquis lady of great power. To say that you learn such groundbreaking techniques of brewing tea from her means something special, Sophia. It proves to be a courtesy with the lady.

No one will let go of that privilege easily.

In other words, the lords of the servants who learned how to brew tea from me hold a tea party, and each time they say that they learned how to brew tea from Cyril, the dedicated butler, courtesy of Lady Sophia.

It's definitely more promotional than the way I thought.

The lady said afterwards she wouldn't mind spreading the technology on the same terms to others.

For the same reason as earlier, this cannot be easily spread. The subjects that the ladies will spread are those who are willing to accept the asylum of Sophia Lady.

Sophia, the lady's influence spreads to many houses.

The lady is going to build her own faction at the same time as she raises my profile. A twelve-year-old girl came up with so much first-hand. Be wary of that fact.

But I'm surprised you built a faction without consulting me. If she's the original lady, she's bound to talk to me...... is there some circumstance I have to do that?

I don't know, but whatever choice the lady makes, it's my job to support her so she can serve her purpose. I'm not panicking because I'm already ready for that.

Instead, it was not me who panicked, but the servants who would serve the ladies.

The lady had earlier requested that she take a snack on what was a technique she had learned from Cyril.

While demonstrating that there is no electorate ideology by guaranteeing the servant's manners, it does not make its intentions clear. He also indicated that he did not want hostility with the electorate.

The lady put only one word into what faction she would build.

But I don't think that will be conveyed to the other ladies who are only twelve children. Rather, it is suspicious that you even understand that you are trying to create a nucleus of factions. Your innocent choices may determine the fate of your parents. Their servants won't mind.

So...

"Speaking of which, I forgot to serve you sweets. This is a treat called crêpe. Serve with honey, raw cream and fruit, if you like."

I cut out abruptly. And instead of behaving yourself to the ladies, ask the servants to let you out according to the preferences of your Lord.

The first person to understand my thoughts was a maid serving a vertical roll lady. She said, "I thank you," to the Lord, who serves the crepe herself.

I will put the toppings on the crepe listening to the Lord's request. In the middle of that task, she eared something toward the lady on the vertical roll.

The lady on the vertical roll snorts when she hears that.

"Dear Sophia. As I was telling you earlier, could you please teach my maid the technique of brewing Mr. Cyril's tea?

"Yeah, of course. Let me tell you the best thing about Ferris' servant."

From previous conversations, the lady in the vertical roll, known as Ferris, is the Viscount's maiden. And on this occasion there is at least a warrant for the Count's house.

Nonetheless, I said the Viscount lady was the best. He indicated that trust was more important than identity. At that moment, the other servants carry the crepes to the Lord with us.

Subsequent developments need not be explained.

Sophia, lady seems to be growing up as a far more talented woman than I imagined.