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

My name is Alicia. I'm the daughter of the Viscount Lindbell family.

I was raised free to run, but I was very nervous this day. Nothing more than to attend the First Prince's birthday party.

"Alicia, we'll go around and say hello, but you wait somewhere. Do not coarsely resemble other nobles."

At the entrance to the brilliant party venue, your mother repeats it like a reminder.

It's not the first time a kid like me would attend a big party. But the Prince's birthday party is an exception, and many children like me will attend.

But that's why Viscount daughters like me need to pay close attention.

Because the Viscount is classified as a lower aristocrat. When it comes to the fact that many of the servants that senior aristocrats can follow are from lower aristocrats, it would be that you know how much separation there is.

In other words, even if the cause is against the other party, it must not be defied. If we're going to argue, it means a lot of trouble for your father and mother.

I have been told so many times that I now understand it properly.

"It's okay because I'm making it big in the corner"

"That's not a good idea... but maybe that's how good you are right now"

Mother says it is very important to obtain asylum for senior aristocrats. He said that if we could gain asylum, the world would change once and for all because other nobles would no longer be able to reach us.

It just seems that I'm still awkward at politeness and on the contrary can piss off senior aristocrats, so it's easier to be adult.

That's what the tutor teacher has repeatedly said, so you have no objection.

For that reason, I make adults in the corners of the venue so that there is no coarse phase.

If you looked around, there were kids who seemed to have narrow shoulders just like me. Probably the same junior aristocratic child as me. When my eyes meet, I get a grin that's irresistible.

I raised my name and spoke to those children. Some of them were baroness daughters, but I don't care. Though I was rounded my eyes when I told him to get along as the same junior nobleman.

For one thing, it seems to have succeeded in creating a calm air between lower nobles.

But...

"Well, I thought you were a bunch of junior aristocrats, but you have a pretty beautiful daughter."

Unexpectedly, such an innocent voice sounds. When I looked up in surprise, the man who seemed to be my strong man looked down at me with his eyes as if to identify his prey.

That alone will make you understand that this person is someone you shouldn't defy.

"Daughter. You're not even gonna give me a name when I'm talking to you, Count Reed's son?

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Alicia from the Viscount Lindbell family."

"Huh, the Viscount family? I was just getting bored. Stay with me for a while."

"Uh... the..."

It was fear that dominated my mind then. Never defy the superior. Even with that understanding, I can't help but be afraid to follow him.

The frightened look around me, but only the gaze of pity can be directed at me. The others just left saying they didn't want to get involved.

"What are you doing, come here quickly"

Boneless hands are reaching out.

I closed my eyes to fear, but that hand never reached me.

"You won't like her. How about around there?

When I opened my eyes in amazement at the squeaky voice, my big back was spreading out in front of me. I feel my chest pounding when I know that my back is sheltering me.

"Am I right? What are you? You know I'm Count Reed's son?

"Was this the son of Count Reed? Then again at a later date - should I lodge a complaint with Count Reed?

"Become? Well, that's... cum. I don't need it. No!

I chased away the person I was so scared of, with only a few interactions. The emotions I had with such an opponent are very unspeakable in words.

And...

"Ma'am, were you okay?

Seeing him looking at me as he cared, I was conscious that my beat rang like an early bell.

Duh, what's wrong, me? Why, why are your breasts so thrilled?

"Ma'am? Um, are you okay?

"... Huh? Ah, it's okay."

"Really? I'm glad you're okay."

"- Huh!? Oh, oh, uh, the... oh, thank you"

Hey, I don't know what it is, but it's exciting. Calm down, you have to calm down. The opponent is the kind of opponent who kicks the son of the Count family. Hold on, or you'll hit me with rudeness!

"Now, if you'll excuse me,"

The boy who saved me returns his heel.

This place looks like a junior nobleman, and I'll drop it off for adults - that? But I haven't thanked you yet. I mean, I haven't even heard his name. If I drop you off here, that's exactly...

"Oh, you know, I'm Alicia. I'm the daughter of the Viscount Lindbell family. May I ask your name?

When I realized, I was grabbing the boy's clothes.

I'm thrilled to hear you get angry at me for being rude. But he didn't seem distracted, and he gave me the name Cyril. Besides, he's not noble, he seems to be a butler.

"If I offend you, I apologize."

"No, we're junior aristocrats too, so I don't care!

I could be a maid in the future, too. So in my capacity, a butler is better than a senior aristocrat... I realize what a thought I am and try to shake it off in a hurry.

But chest elevation never fits.

"Um... could you dance with me for one song if you like?

If I'd known, I'd be dancing.

Dancing from my daughter is considered a very insignificant act. I didn't forget that, but here's the thing... my emotions ran wild and I couldn't stop.

I'll remember later and feel so ashamed that there's going to be a fire coming out of my face...... but I'm sure I'll make the same choice even if I had the chance to do it all over again.

The dance with Mr. Cyril was such a lovely memory.

"... Lady Alicia, what happened at the party venue?

"Uh, duh, what makes you think that?

On my return carriage, I was questioned by my maid Melissa, who picked me up, and I realized my voice would turn around.

"How dare you... your face is so frightening, right?

"Oh, that's not true, is it?... No, right?

"Go ahead, have a look"

Melissa slams me in the mirror and I'm stuck. Because no matter how you look at it, there was a girl in the mirror with a sloppy face that looked like a flower garden in her head.

"Wow, I, I don't look like this..."

"Mirrors don't spit lies"

"Ahhh..."

Somehow very embarrassing. I mean, they thought you were a girl who went from being a dancer to thinking about it a lot?

Yeah, but Cyril, who leads me well at a bad dance, I'm just glad...

"Your face is burning again. What really happened? If you talk to me, we might be able to work with you in some cases, right?

"... that, is it true?

I don't think, I see the faces of Majesty and Melissa.

"Yeah. I'm your maid of honor. Because your daughter's happiness is my happiness."

"Well, then I want you to tell me..."

I made one preposition and revealed that Mr. Cyril helped me.

"A boy like a nobleman named Deacon, is it? So, what does the lady want you to tell me?

"Well... since Cyril helped me, my chest has been pounding and restless for some reason. Am I getting some kind of illness?

"... is that where it comes from? I think the beginner lady is cute... but I'm worried about teaching her."

"I told you you'd cooperate."

Looking up obstinately, Melissa took a small sigh.

"Okay. You did say you'd cooperate. I'll tell you now, the emotions the lady has. It's... it's love"

"... come? Where do you want me to go?

"Love, romantic feelings. I like it."

"Uh, wow, I'll take Mr. Cyril... su, like? ~ ~ ~"

The moment I put it into words, my chest rang out.

Understand what the emotions that were swirling in my chest are, and my face - it gets hotter.

"Lady, please calm down. There's nothing good about messing up like that."

I breathed in the pimply and unleashed words. Because I had a terrible feeling about it.

"Melissa, you said nothing good... what do you mean?

"Alicia, what the lady is most sought after is marriage to a powerful nobleman. If that doesn't happen, there are jobs like senior noblemen maids in the future as well..."

"If you find out you like Mr. Cyril, will your mother disagree with you?

"Depending on which nobleman you serve, you'll never look good."

"Oh no..."

I have the illusion that the scenery will suddenly fade away. I was raised free, but that's why I have the feeling of living for the Viscount Lindbell family.

The sentiment of liking Mr. Cyril coincides with the fact that it's not for the house.

"Don't look like that. I told you we'd cooperate, didn't I?

I looked up and said, "What do you mean?," and waited for the continuation of Melissa's words.

"My husband and wife's desire to marry a powerful aristocrat to their daughter is the result of thinking about their interests in the house and their daughter's happiness. If so, if you can satisfy those two..."

"Do you mind if they're with Mr. Cyril?

To my inquiry, Melissa snorted. But I don't really understand that marriage to Cyril, the butler, benefits the house.

"Tell me, Melissa. How can I have your father on my side?

"I don't know."

"I don't know..."

Come this far. That's not much.

"I don't know who Mr. Cyril is serving, and I don't know why he was dressed like a nobleman. If you don't understand them, there's no way to take action."

"I mean... you want me to gather information?

"Yes, if you have information, you may see a way to persuade your husband or wife. It just doesn't make sense to have to let it go, even if you have information."

"... you want to say I'm immature"

"The lady has worked hard a lot. That I know well. But I don't think it will arrive as it is now to fulfill your daughter's wishes."

"Right..."

It reminds me of Mr. Cyril. I'm sure she's about the same age from her back length. Yet I was firm enough not to compare to myself.

I wouldn't be able to stand next to him right now.

"Melissa, please tell me more about me today."

"Are you sure you want to be tougher now?

"Yes, of course. Be tough enough for your father to admit to attending school from the middle school."

Given your age, you are likely to be reunited in school. To see him again, to get to know him better, it must be important to go to the middle office.

So I switched my mind from that day on and started studying courtesy.

Although Melissa and the others were very tough, they will succeed in obtaining permission from their father to enroll in the middle office for what it's worth. At the end of the day, I think I let you take root.

Anyway, having taken my admission to the middle school, I kept looking for Mr. Cyril at the school and was finally able to reunite at the freshman welcome party.

- With Cyril, who stands close to an incredibly beautiful lady.