The Adored Daughter of the Disliked Duke's House: My Magic Power Increases Every Time I'm Praised, So I've Been Perfecting Cuteness Since Infancy! - Episode 4

Even after starting the secret training, I still don’t really understand what “magic” is, but I have learned a few things about “magical power.”

First, magic power is something that can be “seen.”

It’s like an invisible, mysterious energy, but if you stare at it really intently, you can somehow start to grasp its form.

I used the short time in the morning when I could meet my father and mother to carefully observe their magic.

After observing for a while, I found that the magical power is concentrated around the heart during normal times.

Near my father’s heart, there was something that shone like a golden jewel, and similarly, my mother’s heart sparkled with a violet jewel.

Of course, there was a similar gem around my heart. It was a bright red gem, like a ruby.

It seems that the magic power of that person is condensed in this jewel.

In other words, the reason I am amplifying my magical power within me is that I am converting this condensed magical power into a usable state.

Furthermore, the magical power felt from my father’s and mother’s jewels, although it varied slightly from day to day, remained almost unchanged.

My father’s jewel has seven times the magic power of mine, while my mother’s jewel remains about the same as mine.

If you use magic, it consumes magical power and temporarily reduces the gem’s magical power, but it seems to recover over time.

However, it seems that the maximum amount of magic power does not increase either.

However.
In my case, I noticed a change in the maximum value of this magical power.

“You’re so cute, Lilietta.”

“Oh, your smiling face is like that of an angel!”

Every time my father and mother call me “cute,” my heart feels a warm flutter deep inside.

The true nature of this heat is not magic power, but rather that gemstone.

After being praised, when I closely observe my own jewel…

Incredible, my magical power had increased!

At first, it was a change so subtle that I thought it was just my imagination.

However, after a few weeks, it became undeniable that the magic contained in the gem, that is, the maximum amount of magic, was gradually increasing.

Is this a change unique to me, or is it a change that can happen to any child in their early years? That is uncertain.

However, at least for now, it seems that when I am praised, my maximum magical power increases.

(At this rate, if I keep getting praised like this, I’ll surpass Father’s maximum magic power in less than a year.)

This discovery is a great harvest.

However, there is just one problem.

The nanny Millicent, who spends most of the day with me, has never once praised me.

“Well then, I will take good care of it today as well.”

Millicent, with a pasted-on smile, took me from my mother’s arms.
It might be more accurate to say that I forcibly took it from my mother, who was reluctant to part with it.

“Yeah. Please.”

“Leave it to me.”

“Ugh. Lilietta…!”

Watching me as I moved away from my mother’s arms, my father was once again in tears.

“Y-You’re being a good child, right?!”

If you’re going to be that sad, you might as well leave it to a nanny or something, I sometimes think.

However, it seems that this separation from parents is necessary for noble children.

“……Honestly, you’re just so pathetic.”

As soon as the door to the children’s room closed, Millicent immediately complained.

“How disgraceful for noble parents to be so clingy to their children.”

It seems that nobles are like that. I’ve heard other servants besides Millicent talking about this, so it doesn’t seem to be a mistake.

However, the servants tended to express the sentiment that “it’s a pity that the master and mistress can’t be with their daughter.”

Anyway, it seems that it is common for noble children to be raised by others away from their parents.

“Now, please go ahead and sleep, my lady.”

Millicent grinned mischievously and rolled me back onto the bed.

“Don’t cry unless it’s for milk or a diaper, okay? It’s a hassle.”

Telling a baby not to cry is a terrible thing to say. Even if you try to reason with them, a real baby can’t possibly understand.

However, this nanny named Millicent was quite a skilled one.

Incredible, it can perfectly distinguish between cries demanding milk and diaper changes and other cries.

I’ve tried it several times, so there’s no mistake.

They respond fairly quickly to cries demanding milk and diaper changes and promptly get the job done.

However, at other times when they cry, they are thoroughly ignored.

A normal baby might give up and stop crying.

(The so-called silent baby, huh?)

In a past life, I heard something on TV or somewhere. It’s not medically proven, but if a baby is left to cry for a long time, their expressions can become less animated.

She is probably waiting for that resignation.

A baby who doesn’t cry except when necessary is incredibly easy to take care of, and the nanny must be very grateful.

However, I believe that raising children is not a job that should be approached with such mechanical emotions.

Suddenly, the image of my younger brother as a small baby flashed through my mind.

At that time, I was also a child.

The child was holding a baby, and without any money or food, they were at a loss.

What I could do back then was just to hug him and warm him up.

It was pathetic.

But the kind neighbor who helped us said.

Because my big sister held her tightly, this child was saved from dying.

You saved this child’s life.

“Hold your head high.”

While raising my younger brother, I would remember those words and motivate myself.

(……I can’t keep going like this)

Once Millicent finishes her work at this house, she will probably go on to work as a nanny at another house.

The children in that house are also left by her and grow up without knowing human warmth.

(If I don’t end it here…!)

We have to do it.

But, how?

(The best thing would be to have someone witness Millicent verbally abusing me.)

If I could use magic, it would be possible to create that situation.

(Got it!)

I decided to fully commit to my special training once again.

Two weeks later, I finally succeeded in using something that resembled magic.

“Oh? Did I leave it here?”

Millicent succeeded in moving the glasses she had placed on the table without touching them.

It was more of a physical method than magic.

I practiced moving the magic that was previously moving within my body outward, and then used that magic like a stick to move the glasses.

(I don’t know if this is the correct way to use magic, but)

By the way, I also tried levitating objects like I saw in the movies, but it seemed like I didn’t have enough magical power.

However, even being able to move objects, even slightly, is a great achievement. Additionally, while it might be questionable to call it magic, the number of things I can do with magical power is increasing.

If you make full use of these, not only can you make Millicent say “ouch,” but you should also be able to get her fired.

Right away, I decided to carry out the operation.

First, what I have to do is to irritate her.

“Funyaa, ogyaa, nnyaaaah!!”

Anyway, I cried.

Cried and cried, cried my heart out.

Of course, Millicent decided to ignore it.

However, even so, I continued to cry without giving up.

“Ah, geez!”

Finally, it was a little past noon when Millicent spoke up.

“It’s useless to cry!”

Millicent raises her voice.

“Yaa, ogyaa, ngyaa!”

Even so, I continued to cry.

I cried so much that I felt like I had used up a lifetime’s worth of voice and tears.

“Stop it! That annoying voice of yours! Stop it right now!”

Next, I gave a little nudge to the carpet under her feet.

“Ah!”

Millicent clumsily falls on her backside.

Their face turned bright red with shame and anger. Still, I kept crying.

“Ugh! How detestable!”

Millicent approaches the crib, her shoulders tense with anger.

Ignoring her, I used my magical power to move something in the hallway.

Of course, Millicent doesn’t notice because my crying is too loud.

“Ngya-ngya! O-gya, on-gya!”

“Stop crying for no reason! It’s not like you need milk or a diaper!”

“Ogyaa, ngyaa, nnyaaaaaaa!”

“Enough already!”

It seems the operation was a great success.

Millicent’s eyes are completely glazed over.

It seems he succeeded in turning her switch on.

“Wah, wah, wahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Increase the volume of the crying even more to provoke.

“The detestable, hated duke’s daughter!”

Millicent pointed at me and shouted.

“If you weren’t the daughter of a duke’s family, I wouldn’t even want to see your face! Stop that filthy crying right now! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!!!!!”

The nanny, with a face as red as a tomato, shouted angrily.
A baby who continues to cry with a similarly red face.

The baby’s parents were watching that scene.