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

I - it was the other day that Luche became a maid with Lady Sophia.

Until then, I worked at the Marquis Rosenberg family as a behavioral apprentice, but the case of several servants being dismissed for embezzlement and other crimes was to be promoted by a cut-off.

If you are also a servant of the Marquis, it is normal for you to be a lineage that you serve from generation to generation or a noble itch.

It can't be normal for my mother to be only the daughter of a junior aristocrat, and for me to be born into a merchant's house to be a maid, and also to be the exclusive of your daughter. But that may not be impossible either - and I turn my gaze to the deacon who is dealing with the lady's archery from earlier on.

I am not a nobleman, even though I am a famous family serving the Marquis Rosenberg family for generations. Therefore, only strength was in all circumstances, and he became the exclusive butler of Lady Sophia at only six years of age.

Deacon who called.

In the name of teaching Lady Sophia, she says she has acquired all sorts of knowledge to a level where she can already attend the higher ministry. It's a genius that makes it seem silly to burn a confrontation.

But it is also true that you are a genius and at the same time a young child. There are never many who can serve the children of civilians wholeheartedly. In that sense, I guess I was fit to be saved by him.

In fact, I've never been dissatisfied with following him. Having determined this limit, I would like you to be a little more accommodating around making critical demands, but that's about it.

Except...

"Lady. Femininity comes not only from language and appearance, but also from standing and behaving. Keep your nerves up to your fingertips and never let yourself get distracted."

"Uh... uh, here's the thing, huh?

"That's right. And try not to get cluttered with minimal outside movement."

Extreme talk, when you take what is in front of your left diagonal, is to tell you to take it with your right hand. This is why when you take it with your left hand, your arm opens outside, and it looks rash.

It's not wrong as a lady's courtesy.

If you put a cheek wand on a table, for example, you should never put weight on your hands. Simply add cheeks to your fingertips as if feathers were growing, and your weight is supported by your body.

It's not easy at all, it's worse than sitting normally! In a way, the lady is required to have funny elegance that makes her want to scream.

But I'm talking about how to preach it to such a little lady. I sighed, wondering if you assumed that others could do it the same age because you are a genius.

"Mr. Cyril, aren't you still harsh on Lady Sophia?

"I think so too"

An unexpected answer returned.

It's definitely for the lady - what an inconvenient answer I thought would return, then I frowned as to why she was so harsh.

But you'll soon find out why.

Soon, Lady Sophia looked at me and pointed her lips at me.

"Lady Sophia?

"Sophia, this is how much I can do"

"Yes, no, I'm not saying I can't, but I think it's a little lame."

"That's not true. I can work harder."

I'm too blinded.

An adorable little girl stares at me as she can work harder with a slightly obstinate face. Driven by the urge to cuddle by accident, but just disrespectful, let's weigh ourselves in.

"Wop, duh, why are you suddenly hugging me, Sophia? Don't interrupt me because I'm in the middle of an audition."

I hurried away when I returned to me with the voice of an algae scratching lady in my arms.

This is no good, a demonic toddler who cripples people.

"Sorry, that seemed like an extra care"

Deeply bowing his head, Cyril followed up with me, "Forgive me, Luche just worried about Lady Sophia".

Carry on, Cyril said, 'Now you know, right?' He looked like he'd said.

... Yep, I get it.

When people insist on working hard like this, I can't say that this is enough anymore. I mean, it wasn't Cyril who was tough, it seemed like Lady Sophia herself.

But I am also reminded that such a sight was still a prelude.

"Andutroa, andutroa...... yes. The lady still has to move as big as she can because her stride is still small."

"This is what it looks like?

"No, it's just not a good idea to move fast. Be sure to include a prelude for each move. It feels like you're putting weight on your hands and feet."

"Is this good?

"That's right. Keep taking the biggest steps possible."

Training room with mansion at the Marquis Rosenberg family.

I was blinded by the way the two of them kept dancing under the light of the magic guide. Two people, only about the same height below their own breasts, are using a large training room to dance.

The rushing motion becomes a remnant and makes the casual act look beautiful. The lady's platinum blonde hair is dancing, glittering in the light.

Such a beautiful and honorable sight has already lasted for many songs.

Even adults drain their health to continue dancing with many songs. I keep dancing about it with all my heart, even though my young child, but also just had a courtesy class before the dance.

Not even...

"You're very good. But you must be getting a little tired. Let's do this dance and get dressed for seating."

Not only do you get dressed, but give him a break, because I'll make you some tea!

The cry of my heart, though...

"No, I want to do repetitive exercises, so please stay seated"

scratched off by the lady's words.

Oh, what? You mean like this, sitting there dancing? Did you say seating while dancing? This, just watching you keep dancing like this that you're about to run out of breath, Sith?

You can't do that!?

"Yes, I did. Let's start with a light review of history."

Don't even think about it!? What's a light review of history! This is the last review, so you want to say you don't have to use your head?

The standard is too weird, isn't it!?

I don't know where to go from. Approximately, Cyril puts out a history issue and Lady Sophia gives an exemplary answer to that.

- While taking graceful and bold steps.

What kind of rhythm do those two have? Or is dancing something you can dance to while studying history? No, I do listen to the dance a lot as I talk...

What is more surprising is the fact that the young lady said it out of herself. I can't help leaning my neck wondering what the hell drives her that far.

This is not the Marquis' routine, I'm sure. I hear the more you learn the more the title rises, but whatever you think, it doesn't seem normal.

As I watched the two of them in such a fright, my gaze flew from Cyril.

... hey, what is it? I know what you're looking for, but I don't know what it is. If you think so and you're in trouble, Cyril laughs bitterly when she says you don't understand.

At about the same time, my gaze flew in from Lady Sophia this time.

No, because I don't have the skills to just look at it like that! and screaming inside, Lady Sophia smiled contentedly.

... No, I'm sorry. You have no idea.

What is it? Are you sure you want to keep doing this?

I don't know, but I've figured it out. Sophia, the lady is the same genius as Cyril. I'm sure you don't know how bad the common man is at guessing.

Watching the two archdeacons conclude that way, the two finished their archdeacons after a while.

"Luche, get ready for the lady to change."

"It's available in a separate room. And the water is boiling because I thought it was necessary..."

When I tilted my neck to see if I had time to wipe my sweat with a wet towel, Cyril looked out for me.

"Now wipe the lady's sweat. I'll prepare tea in the meantime, so let's sit down later."

Cyril said so and laughed, then said she would leave it to you and took off her seat.

Then I send a Sophia lady to the room, and I take that dress off, and I wipe that sweat with the bucket of hot water and towels that I had made available.

"Ma'am, if it hurts, say it"

Sophia, the lady's skin is white and spotless so that it's clear. I use a fine towel, but carefully wipe it if I scratch my skin like that once in a while.

"Thank you, Luche. But it's okay to be a little stronger."

"Yes, sir."

hands and feet, and I wipe my chest as well as my back. It seems normal for a maid to clean up, not herself, even in the chest, if she is also a marquis maid. Growing up as a civilian, I have a little resistance.

Most importantly, the lady's chest is not very different from her back...

"... Luche, Sophia's still going to grow, isn't she?

"Yes, of course."

... or lady, I'm afraid I'm too conjectured.

Yes, if you say it's a good guess...

"Um, Miss Sophia, can I ask you something?

"Of course, I don't mind. You're Sophia's maid, but you don't have to do that until you're alone. So... get along, huh?

The lady looked up at me with an innocent smile.

I can show a gap in my part because I keep it dignified in the public and private parts. And that's what fascinates me...... it would almost certainly be Cyril's influence.

"Then tell me. What were the eye-openers during the dance?

"Oh, that. Cyril told me to get dressed. You just realized Sophia was tired, and you tried to make an excuse to finish the audition."

"... I see. So, Sophia, what was the lady's eye-opener?

"Cyril wants to give you a break too, so you can take your time."

"... I see. I don't know about that."

"So both Sophia and Cyril were surprised," continued Couscous, laughing that Lady Sophia knew. I lean my neck as I wash the towel in hot water and re-squeeze it.

"You weren't just dressed for Sophia, you were even ready to wipe your body with hot water, weren't you? Luche had been responding to Sophia and Cyril's demands since before he got his eye on them."

I didn't know at first. But I soon find out. I also responded to the request of Sophia lady to give Cyril a break by preparing her to wipe her body while getting dressed as requested by Cyril.

Well, that sounds very capable to hear.

"Oh no, it's just a coincidence!?"

"Really? Yeah, I think so."

The lady laughing that way doesn't think it's an absolute coincidence. I sigh in my heart wishing I hadn't made unscrupulous demands from now on.

At the same time, however, the desire to meet the expectations of this adorable husband builds up. I want to live up to the expectations of myself and the Cyril or Sophia lady who saved that family.

So let's just try a little harder...... and I realized that I thought so.

Oh well, Sophia, I'm sure your lady is working so hard...