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

This is a world where maiden games have been staged, but not in the game. Because the future is correctly changed by behavior. Because no compulsion or anything along the lines of the original works.

- And that's what I thought.

Yet I was told that the arrow tip that alerted the triplets Bad End, the Empress of the Flamefield Empire, the last one, was interested in me.

It's like I don't know what that means.

It was in this country that I enjoyed my life, and I have never been associated with a neighboring princess. Yet the Empress says she's interested in me. What the hell is this all about?

"Ernest boy, why is the Empress of the Flamefield Empire so interested in me? I have no idea."

"Don't you have any idea? Isn't it too unconscious to be aware of anything at all? You don't know what kind of country that is."

I think of the characteristics of the Flamefield Empire when they say it.

As its name suggests, I hear it has a hotter climate than the Ephenian state. For this reason, the story is that well-ventilated buildings are preferred and the outfit is often cool.

And more importantly, it is a country where witchcraft has developed.

... Wait, magic?

With that said, I've heard you talked to your neighbor about magic overdoses. But I couldn't find any help saving Fol even in my neighboring country.

Nevertheless, humans in countries where witchcraft has not developed as much found its way. If you find that out, it's no wonder you're interested in the person.

"So the princess is interested in the case of hypermagic?

"Release your own magic outside your body. That seems easy to ask, but it's actually very difficult to execute. I've never heard of a technique like that."

"... I see"

This world is based on medieval times in the world of previous life.

In order to make various objects look brilliant as stories, some magic aids exist, but they are no different from hundreds of years before the previous life about common sorcery techniques.

My sister, for example, who was an ordinary person in her previous life, is also an intellectual about witchcraft in this country. When I majored in witchcraft in a previous life school, I was heterogeneous even from a neighbor who excelled in witchcraft.

But if I tell you the truth, that's the end of the story. I don't mean to talk about my past life memories, but I don't mean to hide my abilities. Because if you do poorly, the evil stands out, but if you stand around well, you can bring benefits to the lady.

The problem here, therefore, is to say that the princess of the neighbouring country, who was interested in me, is, no matter what she thinks, the villain of the neighbouring route in the eve festival, Her Royal Highness Charlotte of the Seventh Princess.

Of course, there must be many princesses, so it's possible that someone else...

"Ernesto, who is that princess?

"It's His Highness Charlotte."

That's right.

If I had come this far and been another princess, that would surprise me. Or it may be an occasion to reassure us that there were no more parties.

"This is a message from His Highness Charlotte. At dawn when I studied abroad, I would love to hear from you. I'll tell Sophia, but keep it in mind."

"Yes, sir."

Apparently, I can't help but relate to His Highness Charlotte.

My triplets bad-end is hitting on me, but I have to stop them at all costs. In time, Sophia, it seems necessary to pay close attention so that the lady does not fall into darkness.

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On the premises of the Royal Rondobel School there is a standing section of the building.

Although in the name of clubs, many of them are faction-owned bases. It is rented out of the size of one classroom, but some of them rent every piece of land and build a mansion there.

The building of the faction to which Ernest belongs, the second son of the Marquis of Rosenberg, is also one of them.

No, that word is inaccurate. The building of Ernest's faction is the largest in the Royal Rondobel School.

First Prince of the Ephenian Nation, Lancelot's home.

It's not that big if you look at it as a mansion. However, it is of such a magnitude that the servants reside, and there is a whole range of party venues, guestrooms, etc.

The conditioning is also a top quality base with top notch locations.

The main hall at such a base.

Sweet, uncut melodies flow through the venues created for the party. It was brought in by air from the Flamefield Empire the other day by Grand Piano.

It's your son from Platinum Blonde playing. With the sweat coming down his forehead intact, Ernest is letting his fingers dance on the keyboard with a troubled face.

To the sight, the maids accompanying him sighed a howling sweet sigh.

In a sanctuary that is hard for anyone to offend, Ernest just plays music. But one boy steps into such a sanctuary. Step over the deep carpet and come closer.

The maids who saw the appearance cleared the way to the edge.

"If you think you can hear unfamiliar sounds, it's still you"

"Lancelot, that was too late."

The son of the Marquis family responds to the First Prince, who speaks in a casual tone, in a tone that does not stop him from playing. It is an interaction that would never be tolerated if it were meant to be, but there is no one to blame.

Because everyone here knows that Lancelot allows it.

"I'm still in a hurry for you. So, what's the instrument Ernest's playing?

"A grand piano, or an instrument called a piano, born in the Flamefield Empire."

Ernesto continued to explain the piano, but his hands continued to play without stopping.

However, this is not an act of contempt for Lancelot. I know His Highness' character, but it is therefore the result of his judgment that he is interested in playing.

Of course, it goes without saying that it is a judgment backed by a corresponding affinity.

"But why did you suddenly start playing?

Children born in aristocratic houses, not just Ernest, can touch the instrument to a degree of preference. Ernest's technology, however, was beyond his taste.

"You know my sister's good at violin, right?

"Oh, they've asked me enough to have an octopus in my ear."

Ernest and Lancelot are dating from the elementary school and are so-called childhood friends. Thus Lancelot watched Ernesto drown in his sister day by day up close.

At the beginning of the encounter, when I enrolled in the elementary school, I didn't say anything at all, but about a year later I started talking about my sister.

Awkward, angel who came down to my house.

Courtesy is perfect, even servants stop working and listen and fall in love if they play music. Dancing is exactly the Virgin, only the light falls on her sister as if God had flickered, etc.

I honestly thought Lancelot was a troublesome thing for Ernest's Ciscon... etc, but a few years ago there was an incident that gave up that perception.

At his own birthday party, his impatient brother danced with Ernest's sister. Having witnessed it, I was made to understand that Ernest's sister's pride was never exaggerated.

It's not just good looks. Standing and behaving is so sophisticated that you don't think you're younger, and with one of those smiles you have the beauty to destroy your country.

What surprised me more than anything was the content of the dance with Alforce.

Alforce has also grown up spoiled, and his immature side stands out compared to his harshly torn self. Hence, it is hard to say that dance skills are never superior either.

In fact, Alforce had stepped on Sophia's feet several times.

That's as expected - but from here it was unexpected.

The two dances get smoother every second of the time. Despite the fact that Alforce's lead is not improving rapidly.

The dance in this country is where men show the lead and the women who follow it dance. Therefore, if a man's lead is immature, it can be said that it is almost impossible for the two of them to dance together breathing.

The exception is that a woman will take the lead, but if you do that, you'll know for sure. But it doesn't look like Sophia is leading. Because there's only one thing I can think of.

Sophia is predicting Alforce's lead.

Out of common sense act of anticipating a notice of action, but never questioned the act itself. Because Lancelot's cousin, Forsinia, was also equipped with that skill.

So here's what Lancelot thought then.

"Miss Sophia, huh? There are certain things Ernest just boasts about. There's no point in Alforce falling in love either. Still, Sister Foll is prettier and nicer '-.

Although the subject is his cousin, he was also a race classified as Ciscon.

Anyway, let's get back to it. Ernest brought the piano in by air to play his first duet, by his sister, Violin and Piano, he said.

In fact, Cyril has already brought it in, and Cyril has taken Sophia's first duet, but I'm afraid Ernest doesn't know that fact at this point in time.

"Just for that, did you bother airlifting the piano?

"That's right. I'm the only one in this country who knows how to play piano."

"By the way -" Ernesto muttered as he played his fraternity for his sister with his delicate fingertips. While the voice is scratched off by the piano playing, it only reaches Lancelot hard.

At that moment, Lancelot understood Ernest's intentions correctly.

"That's quite interesting. You look like a pipe organ, not at all."

Lancelot was a body that showed interest in the piano, with his hands on Ernest's shoulders and his face.

Two beautiful boys are leaning against each other in the spotlight of the party venue. The maids boil silently at the sight. Hiding that, the two of them began to tell a secret story.

"I know it's in your ear, but His Royal Highness Prince Harold and His Royal Highness Princess Charlotte of Flamefield would like to study abroad."

"The study abroad of the royal family,? I mean, is that what this is about?

Even though they are royalty, they are two equal to no right to inherit the throne. The purpose of such royalty studying abroad is limited. Given that he is a prince and a princess, he is probably one of them.

In other words, it is the look of a political marriage.

"His Royal Highness Prince Harold's aim is probably"

"Oh, definitely"

You two snorted.

"-My sister, it must be Sophia."

- You're my cousin, Sister Folle.

I mouthed different names at the same time.

Most of all, it fits perfectly in that it is Ciscon. Anyway, to disagree, the two stared at each other as unbelievable.

"What are you talking about, Lancelot? It is inferior in stature, but equally capable. Wouldn't my sister prevail in beauty?"

"Stop joking, Ernest. I don't care about identity or ability, but kindness or beauty will dictate Sister Foll's victory."

"Don't be ridiculous, Sophia is cuter"

"No, Sister Foll is prettier"

Isn't it good to say that the cute one is Sophia and the beautiful one is Forsinia? And there is no one here who poses a very legitimate question.

Finally, there is no scratch that political marriage would rather be about identity and ability.

"Well... at this point, I'm sure one or both of them will be candidates for a political marriage, as I'll settle which one is cuter later"

The best thing about taking it to Ernesto is Sophia, but with the exception of Sophia, there is a perception that Forsinia will rise to the subject of a political marriage.

And Lancelot again...

"Right. Regardless of which is the best, both will likely be candidates"

Believe me Forsinia is the best and I don't doubt it, but there is a perception that Sophia would be listed as the subject of a political marriage, except for Forsinia.

Hence...

"Then why don't you say we'll work together on this matter to the extent that we can work together?

"I have no objection to that. I don't know what makes Sister Fowl a tool of political marriage."

Thus an agreement was reached between the powerful Ciscons.

But - there are things you should never misunderstand.

That's the fact that these two are never incompetent. Rather, it is more right that the only drawback of two very competent people is Ciscon.

Neither is the agreement between the two of them to crush a political marriage.

If it is not to the detriment of the national interest, it is difficult to crush the political marriage itself. The primary goal is to exclude your precious family from the subject of that political marriage.

I mean...

Ultimately, I don't even hate to sacrifice my best friend's precious opponent.

But if we do that, we'll pull each other's legs. Therefore, we work together to the extent possible - rather, it is the purpose of the agreement to avoid co-falls from the pull of the feet.

Then what is the right thing to do?

The two circled their thoughts - eventually Ernest hoisted his nibble up the edge of his mouth.

"With that said, Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte had shown an interest in Cyril."

"... to Cyril? Right, his sorcery."

It is no exaggeration to say that the Empire of Flamefield is a country specialised in witchcraft. A butler reproduced the technology that was impossible in the country.

It can be taken for granted to show interest.

"- No way, are you going to offer Cyril a sacrifice?

Lancelot, who has come to that possibility, frowns.

Political marriage is not the only way to strengthen relations between the two countries. Relations can also be strengthened by fulfilling the wishes of the other country. Sorcery is not so important in this country, but it is valuable to the Flamefield Empire.

Thus, Cyril can be no less of a card than a political marriage.

"Disgruntled? I thought Cyril was in your way, too?

"Indeed, he is a dangerous person to hang out with Sister Foll. But..."

Without Cyril, Foll would have had less than a lifetime. Maybe he was dead in disillusionment that he couldn't do anything.

Lancelot understands very well that Fol has regained hope thanks to Cyril.

"- He is also a benefactor. If you're gonna sacrifice him, I won't forgive you."

Usually I shake my calm green eyes to the flames and stare at Ernesto, who should be my friend. Taking that gaze head-on, Ernest stopped playing.

The silence between the bundles flows - Ernest laughs all the time.

"Don't worry. Cyril is a benefactor to me."

Without Cyril, Sophia would have remained frustrated by the maid. Maybe that was causing my personality to be distorted.

Ernesto understands perfectly that Sophia is brighter thanks to Cyril.

"I'm not going to hurt him. More importantly, if you do that, I'll be resented by Sophia."

"... I'm sorry that Sister Foll resents me too. But then what are you gonna do?

"It's an easy thing. All you have to do is prepare the interest for Cyril."

The Flamefield Empire is quite capable.

In that country, it is not uncommon for even royalty to incorporate the blood of lower nobles. I've never heard of a nobleman marrying a royal family before, but I can do as much as I want.

"No way, are you going to make him a nobleman?... Is Cyril that much of a delicacy?

"Oh. My sister's butler is excellent. If I had been born different, or would have stood over me. But that's why this plan is going to work."

Giving Cyril a huge profit, he can also please Sophia and Folle, who are grateful to him. To move the plan to execution, the two began discussing it with a serious face.