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

The first day of the new semester at the school in Wangdu.

One of the buildings built on a vast plot, the training room, had gathered female students from noble courses.

The noble ladies who are raised as ladies are basically raised as butterflies, flowers, because only the first physical education classes in the Middle East are decided to force them to learn the art of escort.

There are several reasons, but to make them aware that they are protected beings.

At the time of the elementary school, there is no difference in physical fitness between men and women, and there is also a large part due to talent and the environment. Therefore, it is also possible that the noble lady of your mother-in-law may beat the soldier-aspiring boy.

But by the time you get up to the middle end, the difference in physique due to gender will appear, and in order to begin to have the effect of growth due to training, there will be no more than one in 10,000 grandmothers noble warrant ladies beating soldier-aspiring boys with strength.

Of course, I'm not talking about female students never beating male students. There are also cases where female students who have become knights have done a great deal of work and have come to be called heroes.

But that is nothing more than the result of training to seep blood.

There are many things to learn, starting with courtesy. It is reckless to defend yourself with the protective techniques that have happened between them. The law of biological warfare is under heavy injury.

Therefore, let the noble lady know herself so that she may flee at times of need.

This is why female students in aristocratic courses learn to protect themselves by becoming intermediate. And the teacher taking that class is Terrence, an old man who was once a knight.

He was once a brilliant knight, but was attacked by a night burglar during an escort assignment for a certain warrant lady, who was also driven to retirement with major injuries in repelling.

If it was meant to be, it should have been able to repel it without any problems.

But the escort lady fell into a pinch after recklessly saying that she could fight too. He became a shield to save the young lady, and his future as a knight was cut off.

But Terrence doesn't resent the young lady. He thinks it is the neglect of those who did not teach his lady to flee in case of emergency and to fight with a burning blade.

Therefore, he continues to play the hateful role of teaching himself to your young lady.

Never again, to not repeat the same tragedy.

And again this year, your daughter is enrolled in school. Most of the ladies are uncomfortable with their escort classes, but a few have a chronic face.

Ladies who studied baking blade protection at home and misconstrued that they could protect themselves. They don't always have escorts like Terrence on their side.

Therefore, the first is the key.

It reminds us of the reality that the only thing we are learning is baking blade protection, and that the technique is that old knights with ancient wounds don't even work against them.

"The ladies will learn the art of protecting themselves. Anybody got a warrant to show this old guy some protection?

Terrence looked around at the ladies dressed in jersey.

Not only is there a warrant that goes a step backwards here, but there's no problem with a warrant that goes out of sight. Cowardice is an advantage in that it is protected.

The problem is that a young lady who is chronic when she can show you where she can even deal with Terrence.

Terrence has a loss of grip on one arm caused by an old wound, and is older than anything else. But still, I don't deal with a child who only learns the art of protection to the extent of a burning blade.

I can't imagine that. It's a dangerous narcissism.

Whose nose would break be effective?

When I was inquisitive of my opponent that way, one courtier caught my eye.

Platinum hair brilliant in the light of day. I wear the same jersey as everyone else, but the design adds an arrangement.

My daughter looks straight at this one, who can tell at a glance that she was born noble.

"Hmm... the lady there. What's your name?

I'm Sophia, Dr. Terrence.

I hear and convince myself of a name spun with a clear voice.

I remember its name. It is the name of the daughter of the Marquis Rosenberg. He is a born of fame during his prestige, knocking out the results of the school year president.

Perhaps even a protective technique makes a commensurate effort.

That can also be said from her introduction.

Even though it was customary for her to name it, including the family name, she did not name the family name. Even if she doesn't rely on her family name, she is confident in her existence.

But that's why it's the perfect demonstration to teach yourself.

"Okay, Lady Sophia. Can you show this old man your strength?

"If it's okay with me, I'll be happy to deal with you. And Dr. Terrence. I am a student and you are a teacher. You don't have to honor a lady or anything."

The laughter spilled unexpectedly.

It is natural that teachers are more visible than students, but many children in noble courses forget it. It makes me struggle every year, but she seems like a lot of pleasant personality.

"Okay, Miss Sophia. Play mock wars with this old man and show us his strength."

"Yes, I did. Do you mind if I choose what the weapon is?

"Oh, do you usually carry a weapon?

Terrence asks to provoke just a little.

It contains the irony of what to do with a weapon that you don't normally carry because it's a protective technique to protect yourself in a situation like this.

Disqualification if this makes you furious, but Sophia didn't change her expression.

"Right. You don't normally carry weapons or anything, do you? Yeah, of course I wouldn't hide a weapon either."

"... Hmm? So, are you sure you want to say bare hands?

Take a mock fight with your bare hands even though you feel slightly uncomfortable with Sophia's rhetoric. In contrast, she says, "Then we will do everything we can to escape with the start".

Khoton and Terrence grinned at the next moment understanding the meaning of the word.

"... Dr. Terrence?

"No, excuse me. You're right, running is the right decision to make. Semi-learned protective techniques and other meaningless techniques. It's only a thought that I can protect myself."

The purpose of the class is to make people aware that the Biological Law is under major injury.

I thought if she knew herself, she should nominate another student, but she turned her attitude around and said, "Please check with those eyes to see if my learned protective techniques are meaningless."

"You say you fight on the understanding that running away is the best way to defend yourself?

"Yes, there are times when you have to fight the noble lady too"

Sophia flipped her opinion because Cyril denied that the technology she had learned was meaningless.

There's no way Terrence could have imagined that. Having decided that Sophia was confident in her own protective technique, he decided that that confidence should be crushed.

"... then I hope to make amends. Are you ready?

Sophia doesn't answer Terrence's query, letting him loosen up on his knees just a little bit. That's how he stretched his spine and dropped his hips, then gently stood on his half.

It will not look like an amateur can even look at it in a squatting position. Terrence, however, felt Sophia's clear intention to take it and stand wherever it came from.

This is the first time he has felt so much pressure, except in active duty. It still makes me wary that it is the twelve poor girls who are letting it go.

But still, I wouldn't have even made it a thing if I was in active duty. I mean, it's only biology, and if I don't teach her the reality here, she might see painful eyes herself.

So - and Terrence aroused the old body.

Do not repeat tragedy.

Pushed by the will to pack the distance from Sofia. He tried to grab his arm instantly but was knocked down by Sophia's knife.

But that's nothing more than because Sophia hated being a catch. In muscle power differences, there is clearly an increase in armament to Terrence.

Reaching out to bring her into a muscle battle, Sophia skilfully stepped outside her arm.

He comes around with legs that glide over the ground, but Terrence also twists his body around his axial foot. Terrence, who twists her body around a single point, is never taken behind her back.

- I was caught off guard.

Sophia disappears unexpectedly. When she realized she was kneeling, her unleashed foot payment was imminent on the axial foot.

Usually you should be able to take it without difficulty, but now the axial foot has reduced contact with the ground to quickly turn around. She was after it.

- Not yet.

They pay for axial feet - on the verge of kicking the ground and floating in space to blur the foot payments. Slightly disfigured by the scratchy foot payment, Terrence instantly got in position in the air.

At that moment, Sophia laughs small. Having seen it, Terrence understands that even when she escaped into space, she was right on reading.

In kicking the ground and stretching and free falling, the former is clearly faster. Sophia kicked the ground and stretched out the moment Terrence, who was rising, began to be pulled by gravity.

Terrence has no way of preventing the palm floor from being released from its thin arms.

He takes it with his arm crossed over, and leans back against his torso without defying the impact. Inverted as the momentum stood, he lays his hands on the ground and flees backwards under Baku's guidelines.

I made sure there was no pursuit. He exhaled small.

"... Hmm. I'm surprised."

While pretending to be calm, zero words are indisputably true. No way, I never dreamed a greenhouse-raised nobleman could move this far.

But Sophia's expression remains hard on Terrence's words.

I was only blown away flashy, but that was nothing more than because I was floating in the universe. Terrence has not suffered substantial damage because of his successful shock.

I guess she understands that.

If it were - and Terrence decided to upset her.

Once again, he stuffs the distance unconstructively and grabs it by Sophia. Same as earlier to the point where Sophia, who hated the power comparison, would slap that arm off.

But Terrence reversed the momentum and released his back fist. The blow is sucked into the temple, aimlessly - on the brink, Sophia leaned back a long time.

Her forehead flutters and shakes with the wind pressure of a fist that plundered her nose tip.

"... the teacher has been Spartan for a long time."

"Of course, don't worry, if it's going to hit me, I'll stop inching you"

If it's the power of Terrence, it's as easy as stopping a fist. But that said, if you were a lady in line, you'd be in for a long time.

Despite this, Sophia just frowned a little. Cloudless eyes only capture Terrence's entire body, and no colour floats like fear of fists.

If we get this far, we'll have to reveal Sofia's assessment.

Of course, not yet from Terrence, who used to be a first-class knight, but it's never the kind of technology that could be described as a biologic law. She undoubtedly wears the art of defending herself on her own.

In the first place, she was looking at the choice of escaping first. If it was her, she wouldn't have misled the draw.

But it is Terence's role to make herself known so that the noble lady does not recklessly. Even if Sophia knew her as well as she did, she would continue to grow other ladies.

So - and Terrence hit Sophia three times.

Sometimes I grasp, poke my surprise and wave my fist. I unleashed a kick at her trying to get out of time. Sofia dodges all those attacks.

No one would be able to move this far without being a knightly aspiring student who goes to the high ministry. Understanding that, Terrence deliberately hoisted the edge of his mouth to show it.

"If you were just going to run around, wouldn't it have been better to have avoided the fight from the start?

When Sophia has unparalleled confidence in the art of escort, a provocation due to that perception. For a moment, she was focused on dodging, dying her eyes red and stepping forward.

(hung up - eh)

With some skill, it's still nothing more than a mentally immature child. Having read Sophia's movements, Terrence released a high kick as she stepped in.

Sophia also releases a high kick at a moment's delay.

If it was meant to be, Terrence's kick should have captured Sophia's shoulder first. But Sophia's kick increased the gung and speed.

As it is, Sophia's kick captures Terrence first.

Determined instantly, he turned his torso against him as he unleashed a kick. thereby forcing his upper body out of Sophia's range of kicks.

But at the same time, Sophia was holding her torso back.

Each other's kicks change their tracks and their legs intersect.

But if Terrence's leg collides with Sophia's thin leg, Sophia's leg could break. At least, it'll get bruised.

Even though he is a retired old knight, making bruises on a young lady can't be training. Speaking instantly, Terrence stopped his foot on the brink by exerting force on his axial foot.

But Sophia didn't stop and kicked Terrence's leg, which she stopped. No matter how different your stature is, you can't stand being kicked off your shaken leg.

Terrence breaks down and puts on a buttcake. I try to survive that shock and get up, but Sophia jumped on me earlier than that.

Sophia is faster than Terrence moves. I was sure they would take the mount, but she reached for the cuff and stiffened it.

Faster than I understood why, I threw Sophia away with a bar throw reflexively.

"Shima - eh"

It was Terrence who leaked his voice.

I fear that he caused the lady great injury, but what Terrence, looking back, saw was Sophia standing up, taking a forward passive.

With an unintentional sigh of relief, Terrence immediately interrupts the mock fight, saying, "That's it".

I didn't think there was anyone in the middle class who could move this far. It would be impossible to overwhelm her with old Terrence with an ancient wound, without hurting her.

She also pressured me to fight back just now reflexively. Terrence greatly appreciated Sophia, but at heart she looks unhappy.

It is clear that we are unhappy with the interruption of the simulated battle. But I don't understand why someone with as much power as she is obsessed with when fighting simulations.

"Miss Sophia, just about a blow. It is very likely that you would have hurt your leg if I hadn't stopped kicking. Do you understand that?

"That's what I should have said when I had to fight the noble lady, too?

The word itself is incomprehensible.

But it's like I don't understand being ready to get hurt in a mock fight. But - and Terrence remembers that her kick accelerated to an alarming rate.

(No way, did you use magic to enhance your physical abilities...?

I've heard rumors, but I can't judge Terrence because he can't use it himself. But if he was strengthening his physical abilities, maybe he had a calculator that just wouldn't hurt him.

Sophia shook her neck sideways, as if she had seen through Terrence's predictions like that.

"I understand that I am immature. If my teacher hadn't done me a favor, I would have been defeated without the skill to exchange."

"And yet, you didn't make the choice to escape, did you?

"Yeah, the technology I've learned is never meaningless"

I was struck through the chest by her words.

Her strong willed eyes feel a strong respect for those who taught her skill.

"I see. I didn't mean to disparage Miss Sophia's master. Let me apologize."

"I forgive you," Sophia smiled.

That's a sign of willingness to admit why he was angry with himself, while at the same time making it hand-held with this. She seems to have a much clearer personality.

"I apologize for being so busy, too," he continues.

"Of course I forgive you. It's normal for students to have a busy mouth."

Let it play, she softened her fluff and attitude.

She is a noble and beautiful young lady who I don't think has just gone up to the middle.

If it was her, there wouldn't be anything to annoy the escort without embarrassing herself. But there may be a warrant out there that sees her like that and misunderstands that we can fight too.

Terrence, who looked around with such anxiety - realizes that was a concern.

Not to mention the weak-minded lady, and even the one who was so proud that she could protect herself was sending her gaze here with a flashing face somewhere.

Among other things, the courtier, who was showing a particularly chronic bare gesture, raised her hand besides.

"Oh, you know, Dr. Terrence. I am eager to learn the art of protection in this class, but, you know, do I have to be able to move like Master Sophia?

"If you were going to protect yourself, you would be."

The ladies fight deliberately for their affirmation.

After confirming it, he softened his expression, "But -".

"You guys should have excellent escorts. So you don't have to protect yourself. It moves so that it is easy to be protected by an escort at times of need. That's what you learn."

The ladies were visibly relieved by Terrence's words.

That way, there's no way I can move like Sophia, so the air expands that I said I'd take this class well so that I could be well protected by my escort.

It was a completely different development than I had expected, but for one thing, it seems like it could serve its purpose.

Exhaled in relief, Terrence turns her gaze to Sophia once again.

"Thank you, Miss Sophia, for your mock opponent"

"Welcome, you've learned so well"

He lowers his head with a dust and tries to return to the other students. As she passed by like that, Terrence shrugged what she cared about.

Sophia, being stunned, reacted with Pickle and went back to her classmate as if she hadn't noticed.

Having seen it, Terrence is convinced that his predictions were true.

As Terrence fell, Sophia, leaping up, reached for her cuffs and stiffened. Had it not been for it, Sophia's hand would have reached first.

What he muttered so much earlier was the anticipation of why Sophia reached for her cuffs.

(Totally. Normally I don't carry weapons, etc., that's what I used to say)

If she meant it from start to finish, it might have been herself who was losing. I'm interested in the teacher who raised her. It is yet another story that Terrence is stunned to learn of Cyril's existence.