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

About a decade ago. A deacon and maid serving a certain lower nobility were united and blessed by the man of the Mansion, beginning with the Lord.

The butler served the Lord unchanged, but the maid leaves her job and enters the home at the same time as she is caged. That's how Rymond was born.

While my father, Lionel, was busy, he told me about the Mansion and the Lord when he came home. That's how Marcia, my mother, teaches him how to be a servant, admiring the job of being a servant.

Even though he was young, he dreamed of becoming a servant like his father and mother. No, I wasn't just dreaming, I was continuing to make an irresistible effort to turn that dream into reality.

One day when he turns twelve like that, there comes a transition period that shapes his destiny. The Lord attending the First Prince's birthday party chose Lionel as one of the servants to take.

Accompanying the departure is a great honor as a sign of the thick trust from the Lord. Even more so if it is the birthday party of the First Prince.

In Rymond's house, a small celebration was made of his honor.

"Congratulations, you. I believed you'd recognize me one day."

"Thank you, Marcia. My Lord remembered you, too."

"Well......"

Marcia narrowed her eyes as she looked nostalgic.

"Congratulations, Father, on your husband's offering! I'm proud to be your father's child."

"Congratulations, Dad!

"Congratulations, Father ~?"

Regardless of my brother, my youngest sister doesn't seem to understand very well. But I guess it conveyed that we're all happy. Mouth the words of celebration with an innocent smile.

Whispering, but warm home. Lionel bit off that happiness.

That's how the day of travel arrived.

"Rymond, I've got you while you're away."

"Of course, you can leave it to me! I'll never, ever be a trusted butler, like my father!

with a slightly full smile on his face.

He is heartily adorable about his parents as well as his brothers. But not only that, but Rymond is aware that daily life is what feeds him to leap as a servant.

There is no way that those who cannot even do things around themselves can take care of the Lord. Detecting and caring for your younger brothers will also sharpen the necessary skills for your servants.

Rymond sees his family in the care of the Lord he will one day serve.

He is a hard worker and serious, but will therefore be a very good butler in the future.

But there is a slight difficulty in being too responsible. Lionel was just a little worried about not making the choice of sacrificing himself for his family and the Lord in the future.

But there's still time before he gets the Lord. I thought I should lead by then, and stroked Lymond's head that he was a good boy.

"If you can leave a good message, I'll ask the Lord to give you a tour of the mansion."

"Oh, is that true!?"

"Oh, it's true. You will also go to Wangdu's school next year. Before you do, it's important to keep your face connected to the people at the mansion."

The servants of the house of aristocracy shall be chosen of the trusted house. That's why prestige exists that produces servants from generation to generation.

I go up to the mansion from my childhood and sell my face to the servants. That's how you build trust and show strength, so that you can be hired as a servant of that house in the future.

I was allowed that first step.

It was also impossible for Rymond to rejoice innocently.

"Thanks, Dad! I'll do my best to keep my father away!

"Oh, I got it"

Thus he bids his family a frequent farewell.

Lionel, who accompanies the Lord on his departure, goes out with a proud face. No one imagined that would be the last goodbye at this time.

The news came in one day a few days after I was due home. An old man named Lionel's colleague came with a worn out artifact.

He told him that Lionel had died in a carriage accident, which he could not say was terrible. Our carriage fell off the cliff, and Lionel, who was making the offering, also died.

"In a rolling down and broken carriage, Lionel said he had died covered to shelter the Lord. I respect him."

To cut off the words, Rymond and his mother cried like weirs.

Lionel's colleagues then left with a little talk to the Lymonds, who regained their composure. Only my father's artefacts and sightseeing money were thus left behind.

Marcia also rises to her temper and tells the children what's going on.

But...

"Dad, is he dead?

"Father, can't you go home for a while? When will you be back?

Against my brother, who understood the situation, my sister doesn't seem to understand that my father is dead. To an innocent and cruel question, Marcia hugged the children and cried.

But Rymond didn't get inside that circle. I immediately go to my room and start calculating using wax plates and iron pens to try to calculate how long I can sustain this life from the amount of the sight money.

But that letter seeps through and doesn't read well. For the first time since then, he realized he was crying.

"Don't cry, don't cry, me! Dad told me to stay away. What if someone who wants to be a butler can't protect his family as much as he can!

Wipe the tears with your sleeves and resume the calculation with a squeaky face. It's never because I'm strong. If I don't, I just can't stand this grief.

If Lionel had been here, he would have hurt his chest in the pain of his son.

Rymond is now about to be crushed by grief and a sense of responsibility. But no more father was worried about such a strong sense of Rymond's responsibility.

Lymond desperately continued to make prospects about his future life.

How long would you have done that?

Marcia, who should have abandoned her younger brothers, came when Rymond's calculations extended to Rymond and if his mother worked, for example.

"Mother, are those guys okay?

"Yeah, those kids got tired and fell asleep. You're the one who's gonna be okay?

"Of course I'm fine. Look, if you make a good deal of money, and my mom and I find some work in town, we'll figure it out."

Wax plate offered by Lymond with a proud face. Marcia, who once worked as a maid, could understand the figures derived there.

But that's why Marcia frowned.

"Rymond, you... are you going to give up your dreams?

Here's Rymond's plan.

First of all, the kind of work Marcia uses the skills she developed as a maid - about waitresses and needle-like jobs, Rymond educates her brother so that he can take care of his sister as soon as possible.

And if my brother can leave me a message, Rymond will start working soon, too.

If we succeed, we can leave some look-and-dance money. And if your earnings are stable in a few years, it's not impossible to enroll in Wang Du's school - about two of them.

Lymond intends to abandon his dreams and allow his younger brothers to attend King's Capital school.

"You don't have to do this, you're talking about me working as a maid, right? Wages are a lot more than working around there."

"I can't do that, 'cause you know what I mean."

Apparently, our Lord's throne was to be succeeded by our son. So the servants who have served the Lord so far should continue to serve.

Therefore, it is not impossible for Marcia to return - if normal.

I don't know if your misfortune or bad luck just overlapped, but the Lord died as a result. Lionel, who accompanied the Lord, could not protect the Lord.

If it was meant to be, it's not strange that he was convicted.

Just getting a sightseeing fee equals a miracle. You may say that the Lord is merciful. But that's it. I quit once, and that won't come true for the wife of a butler who couldn't protect our Lord.

Needless to say, Lymond, who could not even connect his face.

"... yeah, right. Sure, it might be hard for me to get back. But that's why you never give up on dreams."

Marcia took the iron pen from Rymond and wrote down the obvious numbers. That was never a lot, but still a small amount.

"I was saving a little money so you could go to school. With this, it would be possible for you to attend school, wouldn't it? It's not too late to protect my brothers."

Marcia erased the income that Rymond was normally supposed to earn by working, and instead showed it by making more time for himself to work.

If things go according to that plan, we'll figure it out until Rymond continues to attend school for three years and his brother enters school.

Three years from now, if Rymond starts working, we'll figure it out. In other words, the calculation is that if we find a public service in three years, we will no longer have to give up our dreams.

But if things go according to that plan, Marcia showed it by adding more revenue to her exposures, but that's an obvious overwork.

If we continue such impotence, we will not wait a year and destroy our bodies.

"Mother, it's impotent to work so much for anything"

"Shut up. I don't deserve to argue with you for trying to sacrifice my own dreams for my brothers. Listen to me honestly because I'm telling you I'm okay."

Marcia said pizza, then peeked into Lymond's face to soothe his expression.

"Hey, Rymond. You're very good at trying to protect your brothers. But that's why I want you to make your dreams come true. 'Cause that would have been his wish, wouldn't it?

Marcia graciously embraced Lymond.

But its body is slightly trembling.

I'm not the only one who's hard. Her mother, like herself again, is about to be crushed by grief and a sense of responsibility, yet she still tries to move on.

I couldn't tell Rymond I realized that, but I couldn't. Out of his mother's warmth, he retrieves the iron pen again and writes down the obvious numbers on the wax plate.

The main change is the decrease in Marcia's working hours.

"... Lymond?

"A year. I'll find the Lord in a year."

"... you know how impotent that is? Normally after graduating from higher education. I can't believe it's a year, even though it's hard to get people to hire me when I graduate from middle school..."

"I know you're impotent, Mother. But I don't want to sacrifice my brothers, not just my mother. This is the only way to make no sacrifice and not give up on your dreams."

I stare straight at my mother with blue eyes.

With its cloudless eyes turned, Marcia eventually smiles a small smile.

"One day, Lionel said. Rymond is brilliant, but he has a hard time scorning himself. If I could fix that, he'd be a fine butler."

"... my father, did he do that?

"Yeah. So I believe in Lionel and you. If you mean you can manage it in a year, do it. I'll do everything I can to help."

"Thank you, Mother. I'll make sure you become a butler in a year."

Thus, Rymond began preparing to find the Lord in a year.

The first thing that happened was a list of candidates to be the main candidates.

A little wealthy merchant servant is not enough to protect the whole family. I would prefer someone to help my younger brothers get to school if they could.

That would be possible about aristocracy.

However, many senior aristocrats often employ children who have no inheritance rights to lower aristocrats. Even lower nobles often use people who serve their homes for generations and trusted connections.

It's hard for Rymond, who lost his back shield to guarantee his identity, to get a job.

That's not how I find an employer who's just wealthy enough to support Rymond's house and yet likely to hire Rymond.

But only one of them heard rumors of a possible warrant.

The lady who became a rumored target at the last party Lionel attended with the Lord. While her parents are Marquis, they employ many servants who are born civilians.

Such a Marquis daughter, coincidentally the same age as Rymond. Besides, if you're a marquis' maid, you should go from middle school to school.

There are limited opportunities to make contact because of the different courses, but still none should be available.

There are no two more qualified opponents. This is a chance God gave me, and Rymond began to plan to make contact with her.

That, oddly enough, was just after Cyril became a dedicated butler.