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

He declared that the faction of Lady Sophia would be responsible for the bridge between His Highness Alforth and the common sect. The fact that the young lady invited both sides to a tea party hosted by herself is instantly learned throughout the school.

Until now, His Highness Alforce was thought to be an electorate.

Top in School Karst is looking down on civilians. Because they thought so, the electorate looked down on the civilians in dignity, and the civilians who were looked down had narrow shoulders.

Yet even the second prince, following the Marquis, publicly declared that he would take sides with the commoners. The fact spurred the hearts of the civilians and shook up the nobles, the electorate.

As time passes, the lady's tea party will be held as the school community watches.

One of the buildings rented out to each faction in the name of a room building on the school grounds. The floor rented under the name of the Marquis Rosenberg is the venue for the Tea Party.

It was me and the servants of the Marquis Rosenberg who set it up. It was based on simple elegance so that it would never atrophy, given the high participation of the civilian population.

Members of the faction follow in such tea party venues.

Ferris Arken, daughter of the Viscount family by first proclaiming the faction of the lady, but a vertically rolled lady who gained the upper position in the faction of the lady.

And Pamela Ford, the young lady of the Count family, who collapsed at the exam venue and was also cut off with my dance score of 51 points.

She seems to feel it's her fault that I missed the full subject score, and she cares about me only as a butler. I'm a charming, sweet lady. [M]

It was Alicia who came after her like that.

Alicia has a rare, blue-haired brunette up today. Mixed with a slightly grown-up design dress, it has a touch of adoration reminiscent of the stills in the making.

Or so I thought, Sophia lady pointed her lips muffled in the corner of her sight. I just wanted to see a little bit of it, but I want to go in and tell you how sharp it is.

Sophia, the lady who bakes the baked cakes is very adorable, though.

Major members gather like that, and newly factioned members enter the venue. Initial members were women only, but new members also included men.

It could be said to be one of the top factions of the year.

Interact with members of such factions, and the civilians will come.

In that stream, the prince with the golden hair showed himself.

Dressed in black abbreviated costumes rather than quasi-completions, His Royal Highness Alfors seeps through the friendliness while still having his character as a prince.

Seems to have successfully used dress codes obscured by referring to tea parties attended by civilians.

I just hinted that it was important for civilians to get acquainted with this, and I didn't say anything about direct advice.

Nevertheless, His Highness Alforce showed an attitude of leaning against the civilian population with a rough fit. In this short period of time, he seems to be rapidly developing his qualities as a prince.

He came to me first for some reason.

"Hey Cyril. Thank you for everything you've done for me today."

An innocent grin with a sweet mask. That's the prince of the main route of the maiden game. A cheeky sigh leaked from the women nearby.

"It's all at the lady's discretion. I don't need such a word."

"... yep, does that mean you want Mr. Sophia to thank you, not yourself?

"Correct."

"Is that true?... Yay."

From what I can tell, a boy who works harder than a prince. I also know you're desperately trying to do my lesson, so I want to caress your head and lift it up unexpectedly.

It would be a lot harder if I did that, so I just wouldn't do it.

"It's good to be happy, but it's ruined when you put it into words."

"Ugh. Right, we'll continue to improve. And then I'm going to thank Mr. Sophia. But before I do, let me just say this. I'm grateful to you."

"Your Highness..."

When I was surprised, His Highness left with an innocent grin, "Well, then, I'll say hello to Mr. Sophia," he said.

As such, the Tea Party was held inconnectly.

I said a tea party, but today in a different form of standing meal, the aim is to make it easy for you to talk to an unspecified number, without giving priority to talking to a specific person close to you.

It's worth it, and there's an interaction that's not usually possible. Sophia, what an emotional way for a lady to be spoken to by a civilian heterosexual.

After showing such a smooth slip. Under the bridge of Lady Sophia, His Royal Highness Alforth and Liberto were to gather at the same table.

His Highness Alforce is clearly nervous.

I was annoying them just because I was impudent. In a situation where you are aware of that fact, it would be difficult to talk casually to the victim.

But Libert seems nervous all day, too. That's right. Neither does he seem to have enough flutter to offend the second prince in front of him.

However, there are those who are flat in this situation.

The Lord I should serve, Lady Sophia. She touched on a common topic in a gentle tone - the crepes arranged on the table.

"This treat is a treat called Crepe conceived by my dedicated butler, Cyril. Taste it, both of you, if you please."

"... hey, that's awesome. Cyril made it?

"Ho... can he make treats like this too"

"Yeah, my butler is amazing."

The lady who proudly defies her breasts is adorable...... I want her to weigh a little.

Forget the purpose. It's true. It's a leak...

I'm starting to feel that His Highness Alforce is about to fall into darkness, not a lady. I worry about him that way, but he's "really Cyril's not amazing," and he makes his eyes shine.

I don't want a dark fall or a training ground, but I want to ask if that's a good idea.

When I gave everyone a cup of tea and gave the lady an earshot to see if she had forgotten her purpose, she just smiled back that she was okay. He didn't forget his purpose, but he prioritized my publicity.

I think that's a problem, but what do you think...

"Mr. Liberto, by the way. Do you think this crepe will be popular among the civilian population?

Finally, Lady Sophia got to the point. I guess Liberto came to the intent of the question. It erased the confusion that only floated for a moment and immediately became the face of a merchant.

"The flavor is impeccable. The problem is the cost of materials, right? No matter how good it tastes, if it's expensive, it won't be popular with civilians."

"You're right. I think so, too. - Cyril."

When I got the signal, I pointed the paper I had taken from my nose at the Libert. Written there is an estimate of the costs required to make a crepe.

One is the price of using luxury materials, the other is the price of dropping the rank of materials. If you have dropped the rank, it is a price that even civilians in downstream households can afford for occasional luxury.

"… If what is written here is true, it is possible to make it popular among the civilian population. If you don't sell it the wrong way, you'll be sure to sell it."

- We have to sell it the wrong way.

In other words, it should be left to the accustomed human being to sell it out. More importantly, if you're selling crepes, that sale means you want them to be entrusted to your own house.

Drawing out the words, Lady Sophia grinned contentedly and turned to Her Highness. That's how I give His Royal Highness a note of the recipe I prepared in advance.

"I will now give the recipe for the crêpe to His Highness Alforth"

"... is it me?

Liberto attracted his expression, and His Highness Alfors let him be perplexed. But this is something my daughter and I decided to discuss in advance.

The lady smiled and repeated, "It is to His Highness Alforth".

"I've shown you a little bit of my face in the rose garden, haven't I? So I apologize for that."

"I don't know... I did that in the first place."

His Royal Highness Alforce tries to put in a follow up, but the lady shook her head to the side.

"Whatever the reason, it doesn't make any difference that I did a tremendous imitation. I'll give you that recipe for your apologies, Your Highness, so please like it."

It was Liberto who first understood what that meant.

Seeing that unwanted luck was about to come, he gave an expression of anticipation and anxiety that immediately tightened his lips.

Subsequently, His Royal Highness Alfors looks in trouble when he realizes Lady Sophia's intentions.

"I can't believe I'm still bothering Mr. Sophia..."

"It's not annoying or anything like that. This is good for me, too."

Look at me as His Highness Alfors asks for help.

But it's true that the lady has a benefit.

Even if I raise the recipe, the fact remains that I got along with the prince and the civilians. The same would be true of the crepe, which would be a symbol of the bridging of princes and civilians.

Both are great achievements for the lady.

So, as an advisor to His Royal Highness Alforce, I nodded.

"Okay. Thank you for this recipe."

His Royal Highness took the recipe in his hands looking important and turned his gaze toward Liberto. The gazed Libert is silent as he gazes at the way His Highness Alfors came out.

"Libert - First of all, I have to apologize to you and the others."

"Me - apologize to us, is that it?

"To begin with, I have no electorate. I'm not going to scorn you. But it's true that I was used by the electorate and caused you a lot of trouble. So..."

Sorry, His Highness bowed his head toward Liberto.

The prince of one country lowered his head toward the civilian population, and those who watched the situation became noisy. It is not a question of what the electorate thought is, but the fact that the prince bowed his head to the civilian population can be a problem.

"Your Highness, lift your head," said the hasty Sophia lady. So finally, His Highness Alforce lifts his head.

"You're right, I can't help but bow my head. So I bowed my head just once. But it's true that I'm reflecting. I want you to understand that."

Libert doesn't answer. But it's stunning to see you in a face that seems highly calculated. Instead of not answering, I guess I'm too surprised to answer.

Towards such a liberal, His Highness Alfors reveals his thoughts.

"In time, I believe that joining forces with the civilian population will lead to the development of the country. So let me entrust you with the recipe Sophia gave me."

His Royal Highness Alforce offered the recipe to Liberto. Coming here, Riverto finally returned to me and gave me his sight back and forth with the recipe and His Highness's.

"I mean, you're letting us handle the consignment," he said?

"No, I said I'd give you that recipe. So it's not a commission. Profits and honors should all be yours."

His Royal Highness Alforce said he would not ask for anything in return. I rated it as growing rapidly, but I'd say it's still immature around here.

Still, Your Highness seems much preferred to continue his efforts.

I guess Liberto is rounding the calculations. Those eyes are serious sometime. Eventually he came to a conclusion, he confronted His Highness Alforth head-on.

"It's a very honorable offer, but I can't talk about it."

The ambient air freezes on Libert's words.

It's about me and Lady Sophia who's flat out.

"You can't accept my apology," he said?

"No, I do not condone such disrespect. However, we are merchants, so I think we should pay a fair price for the deal. It's the same thing even if it's an apology."

Your Highness begs me for help with a troubled face.

I guess I didn't understand what Liberto was looking for. But it is a great advance to ask people for their opinions in recognition of what they do not understand, without making their own arbitrary interpretations.

"Master Liberto says the recipe is too valuable to have as a token of his apology."

"Oh...... I see. So you're saying it's enough to leave consignment sales to you"

I just nodded to the interaction between me and His Highness Alforce that Liberto was right. But His Highness Alforce tilts his neck again.

"But don't merchants make money when they can? I'm saying I'm a sign of apology, and I wish I could be honest with you."

"Even if Mr. Liberto's Chamber of Commerce sold it alone, a similar product would soon be created by analyzing the recipe. He wants to borrow His Highness's glory to prevent it."

"Hey Cyril...... eh"

I was flabbergasted when Libert told me not to say anything extra.

"I am not going to miss such a good teaching material as I am now a consultant to His Highness. Besides, I won't stop you because it's a story that also benefits Your Highness. Not fully negotiated."

"Was the rumor of the educator true?... Shit, it's hard to do."

Libert throws up evil, but I know what it feels like. Do it yourself. What is it, but the idea that a butler squeaks out from the side to negotiate with the prince would be quite difficult to do.

"Yeah... I mean, what am I supposed to do?

"It's about negotiating to connect to each other's interests while imagining what they're looking for. I will refrain from advising you, as it will not do you any more good."

"I don't think that's as easy as saying it with your mouth..."

His Royal Highness Alforce looked like a dumped puppy. If you're ladies who like shota, they're going to bone you, but unfortunately it doesn't work for me.

"Rest assured. His Highness almost waived his right to the recipe once. Whatever the outcome of the negotiations, you will not say you will lose more than that."

"Ugh..."

Now I groaned. "As a prince, I wonder how that would react, right? When I went in, I was seen with a face that said something terrific to Libert.

"What is it?

"No, you... somehow you have no mercy for Your Highness"

"I've been entrusted with an educator, albeit temporary. Nevertheless, it's a lot sweeter than Lady Sophia."

The Libert gets a little tight.

Then, Sophia, I turned a pitiful glance at the lady.

"I see... Miss Sophia is struggling a lot too"

"Really? I've always wanted you to be tougher."

Liberto became silent only this time.

Sophia, the diligence of the lady is enough to make even me laugh.

- That's why His Royal Highness Alforce and Liberto begin negotiations on consignment sales.

That said, what Liberto wants is not to be rampant, but to get a back shield: His Highness Alforce after a fair deal.

And what His Highness Alforce wants is to show friendship with the common people.

There is no more to talk about than mutual interest. I predicted that the discussion would go along with a ton of clapping.

"It's that share of profit, but I still can't take it. Sophia's the one who gave me this recipe, so shouldn't I give the profits to Sophia?

His Royal Highness Alforce's words made the conversation more difficult.

I didn't get stuck talking about anything. However, if that were the case, Liberto responded by wondering what it would be like to pay a profit against Miss Sophia's faction.

His Royal Highness Alforce is not in the faction of Lady Sophia.

It's not in there, but I showed strong ties at this bridge. If we tie it together even in rights, it will not be an exaggeration for His Highness the Alforce to say Sofia.

Even the Libertarian commoners get much closer to the lady's faction.

I'm not saying that's a bad thing. Given the lady's identity and abilities, even if she adds a large force of second princes and civilians to her allies, she deserves a share.

As a lady's butler, I can't be more proud.

However, the lady in the making was somewhat isolated. The current situation surrounded by your friends is too different from that of the game. I can't predict what will happen next.

I will remain a little anxious...... and see the lady in the discussion. The lady discussing this seemed more lively than ever.

Is it my job to push back?

That's what I thought. I'll ask the lady for permission to take my seat off.

I went back in my hand with the violin I had prepared for this to happen, and started playing it in a small stage in the corner of the venue.

Sophia, the key members, starting with Lady Sophia, are having a discussion, and it's a little fun not to bore the other participants.

Playing is the full version of the song, which was also performed in the exam, without decreasing the difficulty.

I chose a song with a high difficulty because in a song with a low difficulty, the lack of hua, which is my faults, stands out. I keep playing - but I keep laughing.

That's how I finish the first song and the second plays a pale love song. As I continued to play for a while, the sound of my playing sounded a tone that leaned softly against it.

Its gorgeous tone is the music produced by your daughter's violin. Next to me, Sophia, a lady was playing the violin gracefully.

I keep playing the violin and ask if the negotiations are over.

"Negotiations were decided only in large frames and the details were later.... Cyril is bad."

"Am I?

"I can't just sit here and watch you do something that sounds so fun."

"Sounds fun, does it..."

They say improvising a violin duet is fun for a lady in this venue full of princes, nobles, and powerful civilians.

That's right, lady, the liver is sitting.

But if the Lord wants you, there's no way I won't respond to that. The Lord's Melody gives way to the lady, and I will uplift the music she produces.

"I think Cyril could come out a little further"

"I'm the lady's only butler, right?

"I thought you'd say that."

Playing the strings with a smile, Lady Sophia laughs cously. This song should have been difficult for my current lady... but I play it without difficulty.

Sophia, the lady is growing day by day. I'm happy for that, and I miss you just a little bit.

"Hey, Cyril."

"What is it, ma'am?"

"The truth is, I wanted to dance with Cyril at the welcome party, didn't I?

A mischievous boy made a peek in his face. The music the lady plays begins to skip like an innocent child. The girl's unceasing thoughts turn into the expectations of a maiden in love.

"Cyril... you were aware, weren't you?

I don't answer. I can't answer that. As soon as I answer that, I may no longer be Lady Sophia's dedicated butler.

So...

I pulled my bow with my own thoughts.

It sounded amazingly beautiful, unlike before. Smaller technology is not luxurious. That's how my violin starts singing in an emotional tone.

In response, the tone played by the lady also began to change. Beautiful as a rose representing the Rosenberg Marquis, and then as nascent as a maiden in love.

The lady's feelings are communicated in a sound.

Is it also conveying my feelings? I'm embarrassed to think so.

But - I don't feel bad. I continue my duet with the lady, playing a tone that I couldn't put out no matter how much practice I had.

Eventually the song comes to an end and the venue is wrapped in applause. So for the first time, I remembered that I was only playing violin as a pastime.