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

Sophia, one was left because the lady left with Ernest Boy. I'm on the lady's side. I'm in the position of a partner, but when I leave, I return to the position of a dedicated butler.

I was wondering what was wrong, and now Foll came.

"Senior Fol... No, you should call me His Highness Folsinia"

"Oh, I thought I told you before that I don't care where you are, Senior Foll?

"But..."

Last time I was invited, it didn't translate to a party hosted by the royal family alone. If those who do not know that I am the benefactor of Folle's life see it, there can be misunderstandings.

Even if not, it will generate various speculations.

"The marquis and the deacon who danced with the princess of the neighboring country are saying even more now?

"... in your best interest"

If you think calmly, it's pretty weird. The royalty, who knows I've been eyed by my neighbor with the technology that saved Fol, will still look quite unusual from the others.

"Speaking of which, how about Senior Foll?

"Well, they were all surprised, weren't they?

I'm laughing with a lot of tea, but my surroundings can't be surprising.

Civilians just holding the Count's house behind their back. That was Foll's title in the school, and some badly bragged about her attending such a nobility course.

The other guy was at a party as a princess in this country.

It is not hard to imagine how those who saw it fell into such a state of mind. At this party, they said there were more kids leaving the halfway house than usual, but it would never be irrelevant.

"More than that, let me thank you once again. Lancelot gave me a magic guide as a comeback celebration... you made that, didn't you?

"Ha? I have asked His Royal Highness Lancelot about the impossibility and I have thanked him for that...... is that what you mean?

I ask His Highness Lancelot to thank me. But don't take that seriously, because your Highness Lancelot resents you.

Probably even conveyed it firmly to the real one. Foll laughs couscous.

"Don't worry, I won't bother you, the benefactors."

That's what Foll says and offers his hand. Whatever you think of it, it's the same trick as our lady - to be invited to dance.

"... don't you bother your benefactor?

"Oh, is that annoying?

You can't say it's annoying.

Or it is unpleasant at a time when attention is being paid to the trend of His Highness Forsinia, who appeared on the tabular stage, and has not taken an immediate hand on the invitation.

"Lately, I've been remembering that our lady's not good, but whose influence is it?

"Oh, that must be your influence."

I shrugged my shoulder, took Foll's hand and applied for a dance.

For that reason, I was to dance with Senior Foll. I've been dancing with her since my entrance exam, but I'm even more up in arms than I was back then.

Besides, I wasn't really aware of it then, but it does breathe like me. This must be because her teacher is Dr. Tristan - my sister from previous life.

"Thanks for responding, Cyril"

"No, this way. Thank you for your attention."

The identity of Fol was His Royal Highness Folsinia.

That fact didn't just shock the perimeter. Attention has also been drawn to me and Lady Sophia, who was close to Fol as a student council member.

That is, if we knew who Foll was. If we had been friends without knowing, in a disrespectful sense, we could have been sacrificed by those who had discredited Fol.

But if we had gotten along after knowing everything, that would be the proof that we had gained so much trust.

This is the first party that Foll's ever been to in public as His Highness Forsinia, and it means a lot that we're as close as we are to school.

... To tell the truth, I feel a little too much of an impact.

Even in the scenario of the game, it's the Viscount Warlord who gets along unbeatably with the identity difference with the royalty. I've never even heard a story about a deacon who wasn't even born in a noble house getting along with the royals.

I don't think it was enough to talk to you without dancing... because it's Fol.

- And I finished my dance with her with that in mind. Attention had been drawn, naturally, but both Fol and I silence those gazes.

I'll talk to you at school.

Foll left with a gentle grin. When I saw it and after the dance hall, I ran into the girls with the faces I saw again.

Alicia and Pamela, each escorted by a middle-aged man - possibly his father.

I expressed that I had just come across it, but apparently it was waiting for me. Their gaze is definitely on me.

So I stopped in front of them. But I can't speak from here.

I'm just a butler, and my opponent is probably Viscount Lindbell and Count Ford. Those whose identities are below are manners waiting for those who are above to speak.

- But after waiting about ten seconds, I can't speak up. Was this... was it a mistake to think I needed help? Or are they trying my manners?

I don't mind the latter, but the former would be very embarrassing.

Should I walk away or stay? "Mr. Cyril" and Alicia spoke to me when I was serious - but the fatherly man pulled the hand.

"This, Alicia. Don't behave the same way in the social world because of how much we get along in school. It's manners to wait for someone to speak to you."

Yes, but it isn't!?

I almost accidentally scratched it like that, and I want you to praise me for the hard work I've done. But the only way to solve this misunderstanding is to talk to him from me.

"I'm afraid so. Count Ford and Viscount Lindbell."

Make sure you're not mistaken in your reaction.

"I beg your pardon for the disrespect of speaking up while being a butler," he continued sooner than the person who misunderstood this identity came out poorly.

"My name is Cyril and I am a butler who serves the Sophia lady of the Rosenberg family. The school takes care of your two daughters."

I bow my head respectfully.

My senses are paralyzing lately, but if I were supposed to, they might think it would be thick for a butler to just say that he is getting along with your daughter.

Fortunately, however, the two of them were never offended. On the contrary, each parent returns that their two daughters say, "So I told you," and say, "That sounds like it.

With the misunderstanding solved, the highest ranking person on this occasion became Count Ford. He still opens his mouth the way he showed care for this one.

"Excuse me, are you really a butler?

"Yes, I am from a family that serves the Marquis Rosenberg family from generation to generation, but I am also born in a house that has no title"

"Well... my daughter told me that you really do"

I don't know why I doubt it so much...... I feel sorry for having too much in mind. And the Earl of Ford shook his head when such sorry thoughts of this one were conveyed.

"No, I'm not going to get you in trouble. Just hear that Pamela was helped by the fold of the entrance exam. I wanted to thank you one day. And I'm really sorry I ruined your exam."

"It's a waste of time. And there's no need to apologize. I did what I had to do as a butler to serve Lady Sophia."

Sophia, I can't even tell you how torn my mouth is that I dared you to let me use you to make your daughter president of the school year. Besides, if I hadn't helped, Pamela could have even been seen by the First Prince.

This is the one I'm so sorry for.

I appealed to her not to mind, and she managed to convince me... that now Viscount Lindbell had even helped her daughter.

Apparently, you're talking about what happened last year at His Highness Lancelot's birthday party.

That's the convenience of this one.

At the time of my intervention, the events already seen by His Highness the Alforce had been crushed, but it is also true that I have changed history.

... I don't know, I'm really sorry.

Let's sincerely pray that Alicia and Pamela have good luck.... No, let's not just pray, but work together to deepen our fringe with Lady Sophia.

If you're on edge with a grown Sophia lady, you should be comparable to the princely queen.

- And as we were having a chat about that, Lady Sophia came back.

The son of the Marquis, and the Earl or Viscount.

From the current position, it is better to hold the title. Of course, judgment is difficult given future influences, etc., but you don't need to worry if you're limited to our lady.

I'll introduce you both to Lady Sophia first, and then I'll introduce you to the lady.

"I'm Count Ford and Viscount Lindbell. Appreciating that I helped your daughter, I was overwhelmed with words of appreciation."

Originally, I might be told what a butler is talking about, but Sophia, if the lady is back, I can use her position as an escort.

Take advantage of it and tell him to go away and ask him to do better because I took care of him. It worked very well for a lady who would be sweet for someone who appreciated me.

"Well, you did. I've been very good to Pamela and Alicia, too. Please keep up the good work."

The lady smiles and responds when she wants us to hang out with her family.

Then I started talking about potatoes and other things that accommodated them into their territory. Though she was born in the Marquis, a young Sofia lady still speaks splendidly of holding the title of other realms.

When I met her, the maid made me cry half the time.

I can't fake it either. Sophia, let's try harder not to be ashamed of the name of your lady's dedicated butler.

Sophia, while serving as your lady's partner, I made my vows once again.