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

I frowned when I saw Isabella walking next door on the road to the theater.

I guess it was just unexpected that the theater we use might be part of the evil. The expression has a slight sense of impatience.

It will be difficult to infiltrate if you stay this way because such a rush is passed on to the other person.

"You said Isabella's hometown was Cold Village."

"Yeah, that's right. Nothing, but the people who live there are very warm cold villages."

The best way to relieve tension is to distract.

And at the same time, they remind me what she's working hard for.

"Isabella is sending a maid to that village, isn't she?

"Yeah. If everyone hadn't pushed my back, I wouldn't even have made it into the troupe. So I'm giving back to everyone in the village."

"Now, when this matter is resolved successfully, we have to make a special allowance."

The word is inaccurate.

If she produces results as an intelligence agent, it's only natural that she pays for it. However, he stressed that he would pay her by daring to resolve the matter.

Because in her case, I thought she could concentrate more on her work.

"... right. I have to work hard for everyone in the village. You can't be nervous about this to send me to the village."

Pom Pom and slapped himself on the cheek and in the next moment he was posing as a nature.

That's right, actor, I just said I'm used to playing my part.

That's how it came, in front of a theatre in the central square of Wangdu. Isabella, who has completely regained her normal mind, asks what she will do now.

"Right...... can you suit me?

"Fine, let's go see what you can do."

"Then - hand in, my lady"

Lift your elbows slightly and let Isabella's arms tangle there. Of course, there are height differences, so it's just the atmosphere, but that's why I use that sense of balance.

Step into the theater with your body escorting Isabella. There doesn't seem to be any performances today, but the receptionist refrained.

"Oh, this is with Isabella..."

I'm Isabella's patron.

To my words, the receptionist looked like he had something to say. But the receptionist disguised himself as faceless when he returned his gaze saying something was wrong.

"I'm sorry about earlier, but could you call the manager?

"Are you the manager? Yes, please wait a moment."

The man bowed his head respectfully and went into a passageway that was off-limits except for those involved.

"... I'm surprised. Why did you call yourself a patron? At your age, a patron's son would have been more convincing, wouldn't he?

"So, yes."

Son of a patron who talks Wagamama into dating Isabella. That could be enough to be realistic.

But that's why I'm more than likely to be able to cast a doubt on whose son I said it was. Even if it's a little waggy, it's not the patrons themselves who can make a big deal out of it if they're in a bad mood.

But if I were a patron myself, things would change.

An inexperienced child with just enough financial power to be a patron. I don't know what would damage my mood with a hang-up, even if I consider a slightly high-pressure introduction.

I predicted that, as long as I didn't ask extra questions, they would judge me. When she mouths it, Isabella looks indescribable.

"Really, I've thought about you since I first met you, but you're not the only one."

"Because I'm a dedicated butler."

"No, if you're such a dedicated butler, naturally, even if they say so..."

Isabella still wanted to say something, but closed her mouth ahead. Because from the back of the hallway, as many receptionists as just now brought back a man who looked like a manager.

"Thank you for waiting. I am the manager of this theater. Dear Isabella, And..."

"I'm Fame."

"Dear Fame...? Excuse me, have you seen me somewhere before?

"No, you've never seen him before."

"... is that right?

He tilted his neck. Maybe you've seen me somewhere. But I'm somewhat disguised today, and you won't find out if it looks like this.

"What, is there something you want to say as well?

"No, excuse me. So, Master Fame, what can I do for you today?

He asks me in a polite tone, unchanged for a thirteen-year-old. That's what I just said as the manager.

Actually, I'm interested in puppets of light and darkness.

"... a puppet of light and darkness, is it?

With a facial expression that says he doesn't know what it is, he responds inconsistently with the coding.

But...

"Don't blur. Dolls of light and darkness, you know?

"I've heard rumors. But it's a terrible thing to make a doll out of it."

Again - and the words that came to my mind were not put on the table.

Try him, he must have been a lot of misleads. But I didn't miss him opening his eyes only for a moment when I uttered the opening words of the codes.

The pursuit of that.

And then I said, "I've heard there's a puppeteer who can make that possible?" and closes.

Fulfilling...

"... Yes, I did. Here you go."

The manager bowed his head respectfully and invited us to the hallway, which was off-limits except for those involved.

At that moment, Isabella's hand tangled in my arm is slightly stronger. Even if we get here, you want the theater to be irrelevant.

I don't know what Frau's puppeteer is doing, but that's why you can't leave him alone. Attract her hand slightly with such willingness.

Isabella looked at me with a surprised face, and - nodded like she was ready.

That's how I was guided in front of a room behind the theater. So he stops, tells him to wait a little while here, and calls out to the inside of the room, "I'm a customer".

Not so much. A white woman in her mid-twenties showed up.

"Welcome - eh, Deacon?

She looked at me and opened her eyes.

But it was for a moment that I was stiff, and I immediately shut the door and stood in front of it.

"Deacon - No, what happened to the rumored Cyril, this place?

"I'm here to see Frau's puppeteer"

Talk in the usual tone that if you get here, you don't need an act.

"Deacon's here to see me - eh.... No, I don't know what you're talking about"

"... no, now that you think about it, you admitted you were Flau's puppeteer, right?

"I didn't admit it! I will never admit it!

Apparently, he's been tempered for a long time. You don't even seem to realize that being mean if you don't admit it is the same thing as admitting that you are Flau's puppeteer.

Incidentally, the manager seems to have noticed something wrong at this stage as well, but that's Isabella responding and keeping her quiet.

So I can concentrate on the woman in front of me.

"So what's beyond that door?

"Hey, nothing!

"Oh, really? Speaking of rooms, I thought you had about a table or a desk?

"... Huh? Oh, oh, right. Of course there are tables and desks!

"So can I see what desk you're using, if you don't mind?

"No, you can't!

Temper seems to be there, but at the same time it's hard and troublesome.

Nothing is known at this time about what evil Flau's puppeteer is working for. It's harder to go out on offensive measures than she insists she doesn't know.

That's what I was thinking.

"Ko, this is - I will never let you through!

That's what she says. No, she's jumping.

I didn't expect to come all of a sudden with aggressive measures, but I wasn't alarmed. Reflectively unchanging, he begins the development of attacking magic and at the same time hangs his opponent's aim on the squeeze.

Possible use of suspicious sorcery or drugs because of the name Frau's puppeteer. But she's bare hands. I didn't have anything from the start, and I don't have a bare gesture of unplugging the dark vessel.

On the contrary, the movement of a flying woman is the amateur itself.

I dodged to the side and I got my arm all mixed up. She hates getting her arms twisted and gets glared at. Using that force to twist further, her body floated half a spin.

"Hiccup!?"

Apparently he was really an amateur and came up more than I thought. Unguarded she stayed on her back to the floor - on the verge of being slapped, I put my hand in her back.

Stop the pursuit hand and instead activate the body strengthening to hold it.

"Totally... what are you thinking, the biology laws are under major injury, right?

"Hawa, hold the princess to the butler...... kiuuu ~"

"Are you listening?

I haven't heard back. I thought so and peered into my face, and I was out of my head with hot air and losing my mind.

I have no idea what that means at all, but this is an opportunity.

"Oh, apparently, that's a bad addition. You should lie down in your room a little bit."

I walked into the room in grandeur to give her a break. That's how I put her to sleep on the couch and look around the room in grandeur.

And when I saw the back of the room that was divided by curtains, I was breathtaking.

Isabella walks into the room when she realizes it. That's how she followed my gaze, breathtaking, just like me.

"... I see, Frau's puppeteer,"

On the couch sits a boy and a girl leaning against each other, and on the bed lies a woman. And there are a number of sights similar to that.

It's like being alive, but they don't have a soul.

The boy and girl sitting on the couch are Senior Folle, who served as Aurelia for the play "Espressivo of Light and Darkness", and my, scaled-down doll, who served as Alfred.

With memories of my previous life, I recall the word figure.

"That, I... That's it!

Frau's puppeteer wakes up and jumps up when he realizes we're looking at the puppet. That's how I stood in front of the dolls at an amazing rate.

"Here, this is different!

"No. Nothing, one of them is me, no matter what you think?

"Yes, no, is that, uh... someone else's aerial similarity?

"Is there a reason?"

Whoa, I accidentally stuck it in the ground.

But it looks like she's going to cut Syrah, and she won't let it go.

I turn my gaze to the manager who walked into the room with a pale face. You must have realized who I was to say that you wouldn't try to stop me from acting even at this point.

The costumes make a different impression, but the faces are exactly the same.

"... Manager, you knew this, didn't you?

"Yes, no, it is, the..."

"You can't say it's irrelevant when you know the codes, can you?

"Also, I'm sorry!

The manager crawls over and begins to explain. Apparently, he was talking to Frau's puppeteer and making the theatre floral actor's puppet secretly.

And Frau's puppeteer happened to be watching the school festival theatre, and he glanced at the Espressivo of Light and Darkness discussed in the Wang capital.

But the Prince, of course, does not taste good to reproduce the appearance of the Marquis or Countess on his own. For that reason, they produced Fol and my doll.

"So, Sophia, what does it mean to have an eye for a lady?

"Well, that's... because your doll sold for a very high price and became a secret topic, and Sophia, it would have appeared better to give as much money as your lady's doll..."

"... have you lost sight of greed"

Of course, it's not a praised act. But in the light of the laws of this country, you will not be guilty of selling an actor's doll or picture without permission.

But that's only if the civilians are opponents. If the other person becomes a nobleman, the story changes. And the identity of Senior Foll is royalty.

I can't be scrupulous and unquestionable, but on the face of it, I still only make civilian dolls. If you put it poorly here, it can invite speculation about who Senior Foll is.

I had a headache about what was going on... and I found the roster.

"Is this… a customer roster - eh"

Whether I should say fortunate or not, the doll buyer doesn't have a name I know of. But, Sophia, I knew the name of the person who wanted the doll of the lady.

Fake name, but probably...

"Manager, and Frau's puppeteer. If we're going to swallow these terms, let's just say we don't ask questions about this."

"Oh, is that true!?"

Light dwells in the eyes of two people who were dying.

"It's a fact. Get permission to model the doll first. Actors also have advantages in the sense of selling names. Most people will agree with you if you have a reward or something."

"... OK, I promise to get permission"

The manager's complexion is inconceivable, I guess, considering the expense of obtaining permission. However, you will soon realize that it is also possible to obtain more detailed data by obtaining permission.

More than that, the problem is that we have already sold the doll of His Royal Highness Forsinia without permission. She would be happy to work with me, but I need to think about it in case.

Hence...

"Next, you will collect the dolls of those who did not receive permission"

"Well, that's... we'll try, but they're probably nobles..."

"Also keep in mind to give the name of the Marquis Rosenberg if necessary"

It can't be a good hand to wield power.

But Senior Foll was faking his identity because he was destined to die sooner or later from illness. By escaping that fate, you are likely to act as royalty.

Making a royal doll without permission, as well as possessing it, is disrespectful. In the unlikely event that no permission was given, any recovery in the name of the Marquis would be appreciated.

"That's two things. I will also work with students in the school when they ask for permission."

"Is that true!? Then I'd love your permission too, Sophia lady!

"... let's go"

Somehow the results are visible... but I don't speak of speculation.

- Senior Foll then gave permission that the fun was as expected, and the other student council members gave permission in exchange for the delivery of the Espressivo series of puppets of light and darkness.

Frau's puppeteer starts selling as an official... well that's for later.

Deal with stopping Isabella from cooperating with me and withdraw. Back in the city square, facing Isabella back.

"Mr. Isabella, this information was very useful. Thank you for your continued support."

"Then can I expect a reward?

"Right...... how about this?

I release the potatoes I took from my nostalgia to her.

"... hey, are you kidding me?

"No, I'm serious. Don't you know potatoes?

"I know you do. It's starting to get popular in this king's capital, isn't it?

"Exactly. Demand is increasing, but there is nothing else growing in this country besides the Marquis of Rosenberg. What's more, it has the great advantage of being easy to grow on any land if you make up for a few shortcomings."

"I mean... you want me to tell you to send this home?

"A little different"

I told her that I was planning to grow this potato in the territory of the factions of Lady Sophia. In time, Isabella's complexion changed if she gave the name of Count Ford's territory, Pamela's home.

Her homeland is because it exists in Count Ford territory.

"How about mouthwatering your hometown to spread potatoes, too?

"Is that... possible?

"Yeah. Originally, Miss Pamela's home is on the list of candidates. So as a potato cultivator, it's ok to include your hometown."

As I explain, Isabella puts her hand on her mouth and opens her eyes. You must have realized how much this reward will affect Cold Village.

"Let me get that far...... are you sure?

"Well, this time it's special. Not every time."

"That's enough. Thank you, I didn't think you'd make it this far."

"You seem to like it. More importantly. Thanks again for the info."

Saying goodbye to Isabella, he turns his heels back and walks away - on the verge, Isabella called him back and looked back. There was Isabella's face right in front of me.

When she hugged me, she lipped in my ear and whispered, "This is a surprise thank you". "Say hello to Lady Sophia," she ran away as she let herself go.

"... you did it"

I groaned pompously as I dropped her off.

Thus, the busy day ends.

As I expected to return to the mansion, a breathless Luche was waiting in front of my room.

"What's wrong?

"Lady Sophia is waiting for you"

"Then in the lady's room...... no, that's my room. I'll tell you what..."

"I know. So I haven't even reported her jokes. So just come and explain it to Lady Sophia."

When Don and I were pushed into the room, a young lady standing in Jen-royalty was waiting.

After all, it seemed Luche was the one who was following me. You must be hearing all kinds of reports from Luche, who hurried home before me.

"Cyril, I told you, didn't I? You said it wasn't a date, right?

"Yeah, sure. I don't have a date."

"Why do you vomit such lies!?"

Dye your eyes red and wiggle that hair with magic. Magic and emotional outbursts, due to magic overdoses. But I'm used to it, too. Stuffed up to the lady and offered her the wrap she had removed from her nostrils.

"... Huh? What is this?

"It's a gift. I bought it because I thought it would look good on a lady."

Remove the costume from the package. Different colors found in stores selling blue rose costumes, red rose costumes.

Not the quality you deserve for a lady who is a marquise...

"If you don't mind, please let me know the next time you're going out with patience"

"But could it be that Cyril went out to the city to buy this? Were you accompanied by Isabella to help me choose a gift?

I smiled silently.

I have not affirmed, but silence is not strange to be taken as affirmation. Sophia, the lady seems to have mistaken me too, and you did... and smiled happily.