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

By the accomodation results, Lady Sophia increased her awesomeness as a villain's warrant. His Royal Highness Alforce and Alicia still have a little bit to go, but they are still growing reliably.

The results of the practice carried out day in and day out had definitely appeared.

But Folle, who was no less present than Lady Sophia, was only a little strange this morning. I've been dyeing my face red all the time. Obviously ill, but Foll didn't ask saying he had no problems with his worrying surroundings, and he kept practicing all morning.

And...

"- Senior Fol!?"

The scream of the Sophia lady, who was in the other role, echoed the training room. At about the same time, Foll's upper body tilted. Soothes pink gold hair and falls to the slab floor.

- On the verge, I held that body.

I made it thanks to my vigilance that this might happen one day.

I could prevent being slapped on the slab floor, but the princess fits in her arms is neat. It is clear that the cause of the fall is not to such an extent that it slipped my leg slightly.

Put him to sleep on the couch nearby and take a pulse. Slightly pulsating, but not at an unusual level if you consider it right after the audition. However, the blue eyes are reddish now.

Magic saturation, due to hypersensitivity.

But I don't think he's going to fall for an overdose of magic. You should think that ill health triggered it. I mean, thinking there should be other causes, Leah, Folle's maid, ran over.

There was a tablet gripped in that hand, so I immediately vacate the place.

Ma'am, it's your medicine.

"Yes, but..."

Includes the medicine that Fol was offered in his mouth. I snorted my white throat in the absence of water and drank it down. Without a doubt, I am used to taking medication in the same situation.

However, if you have hyperplasia, you do not need medication.

"Senior Foll... are you ill?

Lady Sophia asked Leah as if she represented everyone's inner self.

"I'm sorry. From my mouth..."

"I don't care, talk to him, give him"

Fol, whose eyes were closed, groaned pompously.

Leah nods with permission.

"Please wait in the living room as I will put the lady to bed first"

She lifted Foll up and left the training room.

We see it, we move to the living room as we were told, but the air is heavy while we wait. Because from the interaction between Folle and Leah, I perceived signs of impatience.

And the better it hits me with such a bad feeling.

Leah, who came back, told him that Foll was suffering from death and sickness.

"Oh no..."

Who was it that leaked the voiceless voice?

Sophia, I had eyes open that the lady couldn't believe it. I guess it's because I've gotten to know her rapidly in the last few days. Despair is seeping into the red-dyed eyes.

Alicia and - and His Royal Highness Alforth have reacted similarly, so Foll didn't even seem to tell his own cousin about the illness.

I was the only one who took the possibility into account.

So...

"What kind of disease is that morbidity?

I crossed the line as a butler and stepped into her privacy.

But Leah shakes her head sideways with an apology.

"Forgive the name of the illness. It's a morbidity that doesn't exist in modern times, but I'm just going to tell you that it's not the kind of disease that moves on to you."

"... is that right?"

There are types of diseases that can be prejudiced.

For example, an overdose of magic is one of them.

That is perceived as an incurable but not necrotic disease, but a disease that becomes mentally unstable. If it is a morbidity that results in prejudice, it would be natural to want to lay down its name.

At least, asking Leah any more just bothers me.

"... ok. So can you tell me about your condition?

I asked him how long he could live afterwards - and farther away.

Leah bites my lips all the time on my heartless questioning. But Lady Sophia, of course, did not pinch her mouth, nor did Her Royal Highness Alicia or Alforth.

I guess it's because they also want to know the answer.

"... it will be difficult for doctors to graduate from middle school,"

I heard breathtaking voices from around me.

Foll is in third grade, and it's summer now. Four seasons exist loosely in this world, so what Leah poked at was nothing more than the reality that Foll could only live for about six months.

When I got worried and turned my gaze to Lady Sophia, those eyes were stained with sorrow.

I can't help it. We just got along...... no, we just got along, so I was aware of a strong fondness for our first reciprocal.

It's only natural to be depressed if that opponent is told he can't live forever anymore.

In the end, the accommodation ended without being able to do a proper audition that day. Foll was also sent back in a pick-up carriage. Each one of them was to go home in their own carriage.

On my way home from the sleepover, me and Luche were rocked in the same carriage as Lady Sophia. But I, of course, don't keep my mouth shut about how my maid Rouchette is doing all day.

Because a Sophia lady sitting next to me is looking out the window like she's sinking.

In this one case, Sophia, I let my lady's heart grieve me deeply. Foll was right, Sophia. I should have convinced the lady to give up her student union membership.

- And so on, I don't regret it.

I predicted that Foll would reject others because he would be gone in the not-too-distant future. In the meantime, I decided that meeting Folle was a plus for Lady Sophia.

However, there was also a miscalculation.

Because of Foll's state of health, he thought it was unlikely that it would be a serious situation. He thought he was likely to go far in a few years, for example through a political marriage, or to be cured in the countryside.

Saying the rest of your life is about six months away is the worst case you can expect.

"Cyril."

"Yes, ma'am"

Answer the call, Sophia, but the lady becomes silent. Only then can I find out what the lady wants to say. That's why we need to deny it early.

"Unfortunately, with the help of the Marquis Rosenberg, it seems impossible to cure her illness"

"Why is that? She's just a civilian with the Count's house behind her back, isn't she? If so, maybe you just don't get cutting-edge health care"

"If she was really just a civilian holding the Count's house in the back shield, maybe she was."

"... no, is it?

"Yeah. Her real name is Forsinia. I am the royal family of this country."

Sophia, the lady opened her eyes.

"I know... were you silent?

Sophia, the lady's eyes are shaking. I guess you didn't think I'd do anything to hide.

"Yes, I knew. Regardless of her royalty, I also suspected that she might be gone soon. In the meantime, I kept my mouth shut to Lady Sophia."

"Why did you keep quiet?

"... it"

I couldn't answer that. You should have been ready, but you realize you're afraid the lady will curse you.

But still, this is the result of my choice.

"I kept it a secret because I thought it was better for the lady. Because once you know her identity and circumstances, your daughter will make care a priority."

Foll, Sophia, the lady, and the girl who can be gentle with those below her. At the same time, however, he is a nobleman who cannot forget his respect for those of high stature.

Alicia is a good example.

There are some difficult parts because of me involved, but the personality compatibility is pretty good. But the difference in identities makes the two of us hesitant.

It's hard to say I'm your best friend, even if I'm a fit friend.

But Lady Sophia calls Fol a senior and admires him. Had I known Foll's identity and circumstances, Lady Sophia would not have called her a senior.

That's why I kept my mouth shut about Fol's qualities.

But...

"It's supposed to inform the lady. It was my discretion to keep it quiet. So I'm ready to take any punishment."

Deeply bow your head.

I can't help but resent you. I can't complain that I was cursed. The lady's voice, spinning "face up" even though she thought so, was filled with sadness.

"I was shocked indeed. But Cyril always thinks of me. I don't doubt that now."

That was nothing more than to say I forgive my discretion.

Amethyst's eyes have no cloudiness at all. That's what Lady Sophia says when she meets Folle and doesn't regret being her best friend at all.

"... really, Sophia, your lady is stronger now"

"Because Cyril will be on your side."

I thought it was humble.

- But I was immediately reminded that was wrong. Sophia, it's because I noticed the lady's hand grabbing the hem of my clothes.

"... Lady Sophia?

- I'm sorry.

I guess it was unconscious behavior. Sophia, the lady can pull her hand in to let go of her hem. But those hands won't let go of my clothes hem. My clothes got pulled a lot.

"Oh, that? Hold on, will you? I'll let you go right away."

Watching a lady like that makes my chest feel like it's going to rip. At least with my thoughts, I lay my own hands on the lady's hands if I don't mind staying put.

"... Cyril?

"I'm not going anywhere. I will always be at your lady's side."

Mouth the oath of childhood. It's a matter of losing a familiar human being named Fol, and Lady Sophia is only a little timid. I was finally noticed about it.

"... really, is it? Why don't Cyril go anywhere?

The atmosphere was broken and a weak young lady showed her face. Though I thought I was growing up, the essence of loneliness still doesn't seem to have changed.

"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a year or ten years away, all the time. I'll be at Lady Sophia's side until death divides the two of us.... of course, I'll leave when they tell me I don't need to."

"Oh, you can't say that!

"Then I'll always be on your side"

For the first time since I've been here, Sophia, the color of relief came to the lady's eyes. But soon he seeped through his grief and shoved his face against my chest.

I understand your anxiety, but that's not what the Marquis does.

Even a maid shouldn't forgive me. Though I thought so, the maid present this time was Rouchet, and she just slept saying she hadn't seen anything.

... I can't possibly sleep like that in such a rattlesnake and rocking carriage.

Nonetheless, no one seems to blame the lady for her actions. So I'll do whatever the lady wants. Not so much, the lady grabbed my arm and looked up.

"Hey...... Cyril. Cyril would......"

Amethyst eyes looking up at me are shaking. You don't have to ask. Cyril can't save her - and I guess that's what you're trying to say.

If it's possible to tell me if I can save Fol, it's not zero. The fact that Foll is incurable sucks as far as I can imagine - that is, it was within the assumption.

Therefore, I have some thoughts from Fol's words and actions and the circumstances surrounding him.

But while Lady Sophia opened her mouth, she didn't end up mouthing the wish.

If she wishes, I can't ignore it even if it was impossible. Because I know that, the lady cannot speak of her selfishness.

Lady Sophia grew stronger and stronger as she enrolled in school. But that's why you seem to be losing sight of your weakness.

If Lady Sophia wishes...

Thinking that way, I noticed Luche wanting this one with a thin eye open. I suppose you're worried that I'll give you a break and hurt Lady Sophia.

But I know it's me. Words that are ill-founded can only be comforting between bundles. It can be a result of delighting sophia lady more sadly.

So you didn't say anything from me.

Eventually...

"No, nothing"

Sophia, it seems the lady has chosen to keep her rough emotions inside her chest.

If she chose to endure grief, there is no word for me right now. Sophia, when a lady wishes for something, she just prepares to make it happen.

With such determination in his chest, he squeezed the trembling lady's hand all the time.