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

One day about a week after the cultural festival.

Grave, the head of the Rosenberg Marquis family, had his head. This is due to the growing number of headache reports about my beloved daughter, Sophia.

It started about six years ago.

It was Cedric, the dedicated butler, who recommended his son as Sophia's dedicated butler apprentice.

At the time, I never dreamed I could do the job of a dedicated butler to a six-year-old. You had feelings for Calm and Depressed Cedric as a parent too - I thought so.

But I always make my daughter miss me. As much as Cedric would recommend it, the least amount of courtesy should be considerate, and it will be about the person to play with.

That was why I recognized Cyril as a dedicated butler apprentice.

But that was the first mistake.

Cyril wasn't the right kid for the year.

Not so much as a dedicated butler apprentice at the age of six, he uncovered evidence that the maid was embezzling. Besides, the maid said she was harassing her beloved daughter in the back.

But the maid had a good exterior and the place was unknown to anyone.

Cedric reports that if he had listened to his daughter's complaint and dismissed the maid, Grave himself and his daughter would have been criticized for tyranny by other servants.

Therefore, it is not hard to imagine that Cyril's purpose was to eliminate her daughter's enemies.

But Cyril moved before Sophia was harassed by a maid. It's as if the maid knew the future of harassing her daughter.

I don't care what you think, you don't seem like a normal kid.

Few people know the truth because the investigation was conducted in Cedric's name.

Sophia consults Cyril. It is believed that Cyril, who received it, consulted Cedric and Solemn Correction was carried out at Cedric's initiative.

But the Lord, Grave, knows the truth.

If you look into it in doubt, you will see that you are acquiring a variety of knowledge at a terrible rate. Besides, they even had the knowledge that no one else knew.

Cyril was clearly unusual.

Besides, the anomaly infected my daughter. Sophia, who should have been mediocre as the Marquis' daughter, had grown into a talented woman at some point.

People have something called talent. I don't know if that is what exists at birth or what you acquire in the course of growth, but there is certainly something called personal difference.

Therefore, it is impossible for a daughter who should be mediocre to blossom more than one talent in just a few moments. Various possibilities were tested, but the cause only seemed to be Cyril's education.

But that's never a bad thing.

Cyril's talents as a butler, as an educator, creating new things. Hard to throw away any of that. There could not have been a choice to let go of that benefit.

But - since then my daughter has started to change.

My daughter, who said that her future dreams were cute with her father's daughter-in-law, started saying that her future dreams were Cyril's daughter-in-law.

The shock was terrible at that time, so much so that Cedric was summoned to accompany the kerosene.

Most of all, it's just as unrealistic to marry a butler as to marry a father. Around the corner, Cyril hadn't been particularly worried about Grave as he had been around.

- But the change came when my daughter turned ten. Sophia, who was supposed to be at the First Prince's party, told me that Cyril was going to be her partner.

To say that you choose a partner other than your own is seen as a fiancée candidate. So I convince him that it's impossible, but Sophia doesn't give in when she partners Cyril in a rough way.

Whatever your child's pale thoughts, it's a matter of turning ten and really wanting to get married. With that in mind, Grave told him to give up on the grounds of his different status.

A good listening child would have given up there.

If not, I might have wasted it if I wasn't convinced.

But Sophia was neither of them. As if I'd been waiting for that word, "So you don't have to give up if your identity matches yours, do you?" and smiled.

It wasn't a mistake to feel induced. Sophia immediately speaks of a plan to make Cyril a superior nobleman. After listening to the story, Grave remembered his glare.

Because my daughter was an invisible child of reality - not. Multiple plans, assuming a number of things, had been worked out to a feasible level.

It's just a different matter of whether Cyril can be a nobleman and whether she chooses Cyril as her fiancée. Grave, the head of the Marquis, could not have been fooled by such a replacement.

But that wasn't the end of my daughter's story.

Sophia reveals that she has already learned a variety of knowledge from Cyril. They say there are a number of highly valuable pieces of information that nobody else knows about.

Shown as one of them, the way tea was brewed was groundbreaking.

Besides, those technologies are secret and only Sophia and Cyril know them. So he complained about letting himself be daughter-in-law somewhere - that is, leaking information is negative.

I couldn't help but fight.

Highly rare knowledge. Only two young people have that. In other words, it would be of great benefit to the Rosenberg Marquis if they could be kept in their territory.

After understanding it, my daughter had acquired a variety of knowledge.

At this point, there will be no choice to have a daughter with scarce knowledge daughter-in-law.

If you're choosing a son-in-law, your abilities are more important than your family. If Cyril obtains the status of superior aristocrat, he will be sufficiently eligible.

The head of the Marquis family was persuaded by his daughter, who was only ten years old.

I can't deny that I treated my daughter sweetly, but subtracting that is an anomaly. It was decided that bringing the two people together that would create that anomaly would benefit the Marquis family.

Therefore, Grave decided to get on with his daughter's plan.

What matters is that Cyril get a place of nobility. There are several ways, but it's for my daughter to make Cyril's status as good as possible.

Ideally, with the cooperation of the most powerful aristocrats possible, they should publish it as a concealer, and then enter the Marquis Rosenberg family and welcome it as son-in-law.

At this point, Grave even considered the possibility of taking his daughter for the lead. At least, I didn't have any shards of the idea of putting my daughter or Cyril out on other territory.

But - from here on out things start to unfold.

At a party where Cyril was present as a partner, her daughter captivated the prince of patience. Despite this, her daughter flaunted the prince and chased after Cyril.

Here comes one problem.

Grave initially thought Cyril was willing in the context of his daughter's choice of Cyril as her partner. I mean, I thought there was Cyril behind my daughter's actions.

But no matter what Cyril thought of his actions, he was trying to stick his prince and daughter together. Here comes the possibility that Cyril knows nothing about Sophia's plan.

On the other hand, I think I'm loyal as a butler, and I'm angry that my daughter isn't cute. And I'm wary of realizing the fact that it was Sofia alone who thought about the plan earlier.

No longer can you let your daughter be daughter-in-law elsewhere. Whatever ordeal befalls us, we must keep Sophia and Cyril in the Marquis of Rosenberg.

Even so, the more active my daughter is, the more voices I want Sophia to be my wife.

Having passed the entrance exam at the top and became president of the school year, her daughter quickly creates a major faction and begins to develop her influence to the social circle where her parents are.

At the same time, rumors were spreading that Grave was pulling his daughter's hand behind him.

With Cyril behind the scenes, it would be the same reason Grave thought. It's a misunderstanding I can't even do without knowing my daughter's anomaly, but it needs to be corrected for the future.

It occurred in that, a call from His Majesty the King.

I was warned about something, but if I read the report, I could see that there were circumstances that I could not help. They seem to be well rooted, and we gave them instructions to fix it ourselves.

It is the result of an attempt to sweep away the Grave mastermind theory by solving it alone, convinced that if you are a daughter, you can undoubtedly solve it on your own.

As a result, the Grave mastermind theory was driven into the corner.

I was relieved to hear that my daughter's report also fit round...... I was told this when I met the king at a certain party.

Your daughter sold me a fight.

I didn't ask you that! And I felt like screaming at my daughter. Anything, he affirmed to the queen who had hinted at marrying the prince that he refused even if he turned the gods against his enemies.

My daughter was too scared.

But that wasn't the problem.

As a result, a queen who liked Sophia seems to be trying to adopt Cyril.

"Somebody explain to me what happens when it does!

Returning to the mansion, Grave shouted to heaven.

The king warned me to pay attention because the queen might run wild, but I don't know exactly what to pay attention to.

I say, or as much as I warn you, I want you to hold the reins yourself.

Stupid as that, but that doesn't solve the problem.

Originally, I was planning on putting Cyril up for adoption in some house. Even royalty has no problem with that. The problem is that the queen likes Sophia, but the late act.

In other words, the Queen's goal is to take in Cyril and Sophia, just like Grave. She probably realizes the specificity of Sophia and Cyril.

At the time of his royal adoption, Cyril definitely wouldn't come back. Then, inevitably, Sophia would say that she would marry Cyril.

Here the paradox arises that, although we cannot let the royalty cite feats that are taken in, we must let them cite feats that are such as to obtain aristocracy.

Not all solutions are available, but we will also cite achievements such as the friendship between His Highness the Alphonse and the common denominator, even as measures are being taken.

As a measure of bitterness, I advised Cyril not to be too conspicuous.

Allow Cyril to merit and give him aristocracy. A word that could also be accepted as treachery against Sofia for making such promises.

But I have to say that's an English break.

My brother Wang's daughter was destined to die of hypermagic.

That's what Cyril's knowledge saved.

The technique was already known upon receipt of the report. After learning about it, it was the trump card Grave was laying low to make Cyril a feat of pushing him up to the honorary nobility.

But the technology saved the king's brother's daughter.

It would have packed if Cyril hadn't given Sophia credit.

From its merits, the aristocracy, behind it, would have been a queen. Then, naturally, Sophia is happy to marry Cyril.

Grave's decision was definitely an English one.

But...

A few things change here, but Grave's wife is basically a warm personality. But touching the scales becomes harsh and relentlessly tries to defeat the enemy.

Sophia looks a lot like his wife.

Contrary to that promise to Sophia, I advised Cyril not to stand out. Grave still believes wholeheartedly that the choice was a necessity.

But Grave is now being asked to see his daughter.

Given the timing and other information, I have no doubt about the matter. Contrary to his promise to his daughter, he found out that he advised Cyril not to be too conspicuous.

Cyril was only criticized, and he kicked around in front of the prince, bringing the clan together and drove it to ruin. Such a daughter found out about her father's treachery.

I can't imagine what means Grave would come out of it.

- Will I be able to survive this predicament?

Hearing Knock's noise, Grave swallowed the gokuli and the raw spit.

◆ ◆ ◆

About a week has passed since the cultural festival.

It takes a few months before you can freely use the release of magic, but if you can release it at all, your body won't be damaged by the saturation of magic.

Thus, Foll quickly stabilized his condition. The next day he was feeling better, and from the second day on, by His Highness Fol and Alforth, so much so that Espressivo of Light and Darkness was performed.

For that reason, Lady Sophia and I, the lead plays, become known as phantom performances. For a while it seemed to be debated which set of performances were better.

Some rumours appeared that civilians had placed princes and marquis warrants aside, but those voices quickly disappeared from what Lady Sophia and Her Royal Highness Alforth had admitted.

It would be proof that the power of the electorate is weakening.

For that reason, this year's Best Award was decided on Espressivo of Light and Darkness, played by the Student Council.

The name inscribed on the trophy is represented by Folle. Alforce, Lady Sophia, Alicia, followed by me and even Isabella's name.

I'm not saying minutes don't correspond - etc. This is a testament to the growth of the Sofia ladies who did not lose their pride as nobles and then showed themselves to lean on the civilians.

I'm honored to have my name on there.

That way, one day at noon, when it seemed like we had regained our peaceful routine again.

As I walked down the hallway, I heard my nose sing from nowhere. The nose song itself is rarely heard, but its transparent voice sounds familiar.

Turning to her voice, she ran into a light sophia lady in her footsteps. After all, it seemed like it was Sophia lady singing her nose.

When she stopped singing her nose, she smiled innocently.

"Good mood, Cyril. It's a beautiful day."

"... it must have been raining outside, Sophia, but your lady is in a good mood"

"Negotiations went well."

"... negotiation, is it?

Tilt your neck wondering with whom and what you negotiated.

Sophia, it's unusual for a lady to float so far. Sophia, if the lady walked in, there must be an office for Lady Grave... is something wrong?

"Actually, I was invited to a party where His Majesty's body gathered."

"It's... congratulations"

Possible signs of gratitude for the one thing that saved Foll.

It was hidden that His Highness Forsinia was hypervelocious. More than was hidden, I would officially say His Highness Forsinia was healthy from the beginning.

Therefore, he expressed his gratitude in the form of inviting him to a royal party.

"It was me and Cyril who were invited. Cyril, please attend as my partner. I already have permission for your father."

I didn't understand what they were saying for a moment.

Soon, however, I understand that this is the result of the negotiations that the lady has just spoken of.

Honestly, as much as Master Grave told me not to be too conspicuous, I didn't think I'd admit that. Something, was it also a change of heart?

I don't know the area, but if Master Grave's permission is out, I won't say no. Yes, I did, and I promise to attend as your daughter's partner.

"Cyril, by the way. I want to ask you something. Which do you think would be better for me to be a queen or a lord or a normal girl?

Suddenly it is too late to read the intent of the question.

Aristocratic rhetoric, is it?

The likeness of the mind, for example. How to behave as a nobleman. The lady was exactly like the queen when she scolded His Highness Alforce around... but you don't know the lord.

I'm not sure I'm a normal girl either, but do you mean a common noble lady?

Or no way, I'm asking in the same way, or what?

No, Sophia, I don't think the lady is thinking of taking the throne. Could it have been about an adopted child? Even if he's adopted, I don't think he's going to be a queen even if he's royal...

I don't know, but you don't have to get lost about the answer.

"Sophia, no matter what path your lady chooses, I will follow you everywhere. So choose the path your lady wants."

"Thank you, Cyril. I thought you would say that. I will be your reference for future choices."

"Future reference...... Sophia, what is your lady up to?

To my inquiry, Lady Sophia smiles and responds like an innocent girl. Then, add your fingertips to your glossy lips and slide your fingertips from there to your cheeks -

- Don't tell Ijiwaru Cyril.

Sophia, the lady smiled like a jerk.