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

I, Cyril, was standing in front of the office desk in the Student Council leader’s designated workspace, located in the Student Council meeting rooms. And on the other side of the office desk sat a frail-looking young girl—Fol—illuminated by the rays of the setting sun shining through the window. She was looking at the written report I had submitted.

Written on it was a summary of the finances generated by the clubroom buildings. By the way, ‘clubroom buildings’ refers to the areas in which the buildings where students hold tea parties with their own faction members and other such things are concentrated. Therefore, if the area is large, the amount of money circulated would be large as well.

Incidentally, students of the Servant Course also get hired to do temporary jobs there so it wasn’t uncommon for them to generate an income too. Since the written report was a summary of all of these, the number was pretty hefty. However, Fol didn’t bat an eye when she looked at the sum.

…Well, even though she was pretending to be an ordinary person, she was still a Royal on the inside. Moreover, she was a disciple of Teacher Tristan, a capture target in the original game, a super butler and incidentally, my elder sister from our previous world. So even if the number was high enough to astonish her, it probably wouldn’t show on her face.

“This is very well-organized. As expected of you, Cyril. Frankly speaking, I thought that this would take you about three days. I had no idea you’d finish it in half a day.”

“…You say that, but if I’m not mistaken, you asked me to finish it by today, didn’t you?”

I raised my eyebrow and Fol smiled. Her blonde hair sparkled in the rays of the setting sun. While she looked like someone from a fairy tale, I noticed that she was scheming something, since I had known her for quite a while by then.

“What are you planning?”

“Oh my, how uncouth of you to ask me in such a straightforward manner. Why, it’s a surprise of course! Don’t worry, I won’t repay your kindness by causing you harm.”

“Rather, you’re being mischievous and scheming behind the scenes instead.”

“Oh my, you’re saying some awful things,” Fol said, but she was smiling. Moreover, she didn’t disagree with what I said at all. She was definitely planning something. Ah, well, I didn’t actually believe that she would turn against me. It was probably just a small prank that would end up becoming a funny story. So I brushed it off too by shrugging my shoulders. “Oh well. I shall take my leave here then.”

“Ah, apologies. I want to check the clubroom buildings mentioned in this report, would you be so kind as to accompany me?”

“Certainly.”

I complied with Fol’s request, and walked down the hallway behind her. 

Inside the school grounds, there was an area where clubroom buildings were lined up next to each other. The especially large one among these was the building managed by the Rosenberg Marquis household, which Lady Sophia used. Fol went straight into this building.

There were servants that took care of the building inside, but Fol didn’t call for them. I followed her, while thinking about the reason why she didn’t call upon them. 

Fol stopped in front of the room which Lady Sophia regularly used for her faction tea parties. She stopped walking and opened the door. A familiar venue appeared before us. Although there was no tea party scheduled for that time, the party venue was already set up for one. Moreover, Lady Sophia was waiting at the entrance.

“Cyril, happy birthday.” 

Lady Sophia’s dignified voice resounded.

Oh, right… was today my birthday? Since I was so busy lately, I had completely forgotten about it.

“Happy birthday, Cyril.”

“Happy B-day, Cyril.”

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Birthday wishes came pouring in from Alicia and Prince Alforth, followed by the Student Council members and each of their servants as well as other people I interacted with.

“Thank you so much. But what a surprise! I had never thought that I would be receiving your well wishes this way.”

Involuntarily, my true thoughts spilled out. But surely, anyone would be surprised if they heard that I, nothing but an ordinary servant, was being wished a happy birthday by Royalty and noble daughters.

“Cyril, do you not remember all the things you’ve done? Everyone here is indebted to you in one way or the other. Isn’t it a no brainer that we’d at least wish you a happy birthday? Happy birthday, Cyril.”

“…Thank you very much, Fol.”

Although originally, everything I had done was done to avoid Lady Sophia’s destruction, thinking back on it, I did overcome many difficult situations. If this is the result of those hardships, then I don’t feel bad at all. Actually, truth be told, I was very happy. 

As those thoughts went through my mind, Lady Sophia pulled at my hand. 

“Come then, Cyril. All of us made some celebratory food. You should be the one to try it first. And then. you should guess which one I made, alright?”

“Whoa,”

She dropped a huge bomb out of nowhere.

“I worked really hard, too, so I’d like you to guess which one I made as well,” Alicia continued.

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“I thought I might as well cook a dish too, so I did.”

“Hehe. If I may jump in, I participated as well.”

“Roy and I baked some bread together.”

“Ah, I boiled some pasta. Also…good luck?”

“I prepared some roast beef.”

When Prince Alforth innocently entered the contest too, Rouché thought it would be fun to  raise the difficulty level. Emma, Roy, Luke and Chloe told me what they cooked but Rouché would pay for this later.

But, but! I knew what dishes Lady Sophia could cook and naturally, I also knew that Rouché’s cooking skills were on par with a professional. Considering this,through the process of elimination, the only ones left were Prince Alforth, Fol and Alicia. While this was just my impression, Alicia seemed family-oriented and I had my doubts whether Prince Alforth and Fol could cook. In other words, I would be able to guess.

It’s not a trial that I can’t overcome, I thought as everyone sat down.

“By the way, I cooked something too. Let us know which dish you liked best afterwards.” 

The moment everyone sat down, Fol added even more fuel to the fire. Lady Sophia’s and Alicia’s eyes sparkled as if to say ‘I want to know too! You’ve really done it, Fol. You sure got me with your prank.

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Actually, who was the careless one here, thinking that it would be something that could become a funny story?

No, it’ll be fine.I am a butler of the Rosenberg Marquis household. Lady Sophia is the one I should make look good here. Everyone present knew that. Therefore, I should unhesitantly pick Lady Sophia’s dish. 

So the only issue was to correctly guess who had cooked what dish. If I did, I’d be able to overcome this hurdle.

For that reason, I couldn’t be passive here. For example, if I were to hesitate, it was possible that a bomb such as ‘Which dish will you eat first?’ could be dropped. 

“I’ll start from here,” I said right away in order to avoid that from happening and took the appetizer.

“This dish is very sophisticated with gentle seasoning… were you the one who made it, Lady Alicia? And this one…it was made by Your Highness, Prince Alforth, right? It’s a great honor to have Your Highness cook something for me.”

First, I guessed the dish Alicia had made, and then I guessed which dish Prince Alforth cooked. However, I didn’t decide based on the flavor. To be more precise, I made my decision based on the reaction of the person whose dish I was tasting and then I made a comment that fit that person.

Also, the dishes cooked by the servants were really delicious. Even Roy and Emma had improved greatly in this short span of time. They might have made use of the experience they got from working at the restaurant. 

I ate their food with relish and had several dishes in a row. Then, there were just two left, a potato salad and bacon & eggs. There were only two people left as well—Lady Sophia and Fol. However, both of these dishes could have been cooked by Lady Sophia.

I had no clue which one was hers. Both Fol and Lady Sophia were perfectionists. Nevertheless, unlike Lady Sophia, Fol couldn’t have known what would suit my tastes. So I thought I’d be able to distinguish between their dishes but…I had no idea. 

If I was told that both were made by Lady Sophia, I would believe it.

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); “…All of your dishes were delicious, but among them, these two are seasoned in a way that I particularly enjoy. It’s difficult to say which one is better. I am truly troubled…”

I really was troubled, but what I said was insurance in case I was wrong. I really didn’t know which one was whose. However, the likelihood was 50/50…I couldn’t just leave it to those odds. 

“Potato salad is the dish I like—”

I paused slightly here. I looked at Lady Sophia’s reaction. If her expression sank, I had planned to continue with: ”—less. The dish Lady Sophia made, bacon & eggs, is the dish I like the most.” 

No matter how good of a poker face Lady Sophia had, her feelings would definitely show on her face in this kind of situation. Even if they didn’t, I was confident that I could read her anyway.

Therefore—since Lady Sophia didn’t look gloomy and was watching me quietly, I determined that the dish Lady Sophia had made was the potato salad.

“I like the potato salad which Lady Sophia made, the best.”

And as expected—

“Cy…ril…um, I am very happy. I didn’t think that you’d be so indecisive over the two dishes that I made…”

My very, very lovely Lady Sophia just said that she made both the dishes.

 Co–come to think of it, they didn’t say that one person made only one dish, did they?

However—

“Then, what about Fol?”

“I made cream puffs, they will be served after the main course,” she said, feigning ignorance. She really got me. This was definitely a premeditated crime.

While I did intend on hesitating a little between the dishes the others made and between Lady Sophia’s dishes, I flattered my master too much when I said “It’s difficult to say which one is better” about both of Lady Sophia’s dishes. 

How utterly embarrassing.

Or rather, the teasing, smug looks of the servants were hard to be subjected to.

When I averted my eyes, Fol looked at me and smiled.

“Didn’t I say that I wouldn’t repay your kindness with harm?”

“Ah, eh, yes, yes, you did. No harm done, no harm done.”

Looks like she’ll have something to tease me with for a while, I thought and let out a sigh. But when I cast a glance at Lady Sophia, who seemed very happy, I let out another small sigh.

“Ah, who cares,” I thought.

Aaaand…that's the end(for now)! If/When the fourth volume comes out, I will try to get my hands on it if the series doesn't get licensed,  so perhaps we shall meet here again for more cute shenanigans and schemes. ?

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1. lmao Cyril got so startled he spoke in historical kana.  ゑ – “we” in hiragana, or ヱ in katakana, is a nearly obsolete Japanese kana. It is presumed that ゑ represented we. It is thought that, after ゑ and え came to denote the same pronunciation as イェ in the Kamakura period, they came to be pronounced as the modern エ [e e]; there is also the view that the pronunciation difference between the two kana remained until the Taishō period. source