I Became the Older Brother of a Villainess - Chapter 7.2
“When did I get mad?”
I only made a slightly serious face because of how cute it was. When I turned around, the maid, who had been watching me, took a few steps back in surprise.
I glanced at the nearby mirror, shifting my eyes slightly. Even to me, I looked a bit frightening. I quickly softened my expression.
So, this Cierra Glutoni guy, whom I thought was harmless, is the villainess’ brother. Looking at him again, he had a rather fierce aspect. Daria’s face was more delicate than approachable. If she learns to make expressive faces as she grows up, she’ll become a charming villainess.
“Daria, I won’t get mad no matter what you do.”
Even if you become the world’s greatest villainess.
I held Daria’s hand and fixed the heart shape. Her fingers, like baby rabbit ears, wriggled in my hand.
“Instead, I’ll eliminate anything that makes me angry.”
“Hng.”
Daria opened her eyes wide, clasping her hands together.
“Like a villain, big brother…”
“Yeah, a villain.”
The moment I took over this body, I designated myself as the villain to protect the little one in front of me.
I grabbed Daria’s hands, shaking them up and down, and asked again, “So, answer me. Do you see a heart shape above my head?”
Daria nodded. After discreetly withdrawing her hand from mine, she even went so far as to create a crumpled heart shape. Her sincere and determined expression was impeccable.
“What color?”
“Red.”
“How many?”
“Two.”
Hmm, it seems I don’t like Daria all that much. The heart was quite modest compared to my resolution. I thought there would be at least four. It will probably grow larger once I develop more affection for Daria later on.
“Do you see hearts above other people’s heads?”
She nodded.
Leaning towards Daria, I whispered. It was nothing others should hear.
“Does the maid, Muriel, have a heart above her head?”
Daria nodded once again.
“Red color, four of them.”
“…Alright.”
I was worried, but fortunately, it seemed that the maid liked Daria.
“That’s enough for now.”
I grabbed Daria’s hand and started walking. Daria hesitated but eventually followed me.
“Young master, what are you doing right now?”
The maid blocked my way. Daria looked directly at the maid and raised her hands, trying to show a heart. The attempt was recognizable.
“Daria, that’s not a heart; it looks like two crumpled fists. Move your thumb a bit downward.”
“…Heart.”
The maid couldn’t understand the meaning behind it.
“We’re a bit busy today. You don’t need to change Daria’s clothes.”
“What does that mean…?”
As I tried to pass by the maid, she grabbed my arm. The maid caught me and then smacked my back hard.
“Huh?”
Wait, I’m a duke; can she just grab and scold me like this?
“Young master! Please put Miss Daria down and go to your room immediately!”
“Huh? What?”
“Both of you, change your clothes and have a meal! You came back from the funeral yesterday!”
“Huh?”
It was a terrifying momentum. Although I wanted to say, “Follow my orders because I’m the master,”…
“Nobleman walking around the house in pajamas is absolutely not allowed!”
“Huh?”
“Your eyes are pitch black! I can’t live like this! I heard everything from Sir Alberto last night! If you didn’t get any sleep last night, it’s your own fault!”
Can she treat a duke like this? If this continues, Cierra’s life will be even more miserable!
“How dare you…!”
It was a moment when I was about to give a strong reprimand to the maid.
[Muriel’s Charisma ability activated]
Beep, the status window rang. I released Daria’s hand as if I were enchanted. It wasn’t my own will.
“Ugh…”
I opened my mouth with the determination to fire the maid completely, but I couldn’t make a sound.
Could it be because of Muriel’s ability?
Is an ability so influential? When playing the original game, I thought of it as an additional factor for manipulating favorability moderately.
But now that I’m in the game world, the importance of abilities is different. This is quite troublesome.
Daria, still maintaining the hand heart, extended it toward me.
“Heart.”
“…”
Muriel, angered, pushed me out of the room.
“Let’s meet in the dining room!”
I was hastily ushered out, ending up next to Dandel. Our eyes met. Dandel, glancing at my expression, subtly asked, “Would you like to go to your room?”
“Well, it might be good to eat before anything else…”
“Th-then yes!”
Dandel nodded continuously with a poised gesture. Somehow, feeling a bit defeated, I nodded as well. Both of us nodding silently made us look like pigeons.
After changing into different clothes and heading downstairs, I found that the food was already prepared. Despite feeling flustered, I didn’t miss what I needed to do.
I ate and idled for a while, then instructed the butler to summon the chef. The chef, with a hint of confusion, was brought in.
“Your Grace, is there an issue with the food?”
No? There’s nothing wrong with the food.
I just wanted to find out if there was an issue with you.
