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 6

About three years later.

I was growing up to be a cute girl.

“Oh, my lady!”

“You look absolutely perfect together!”

Wrapped in the newly tailored pink dress, I spun around.

Then, cheers erupted from the maids.

“Wonderful!”

“Supreme!”
“Our lady is indeed a goddess!”

“This is a miracle!”

“It’s just like a spring sunlit spot!”

“How adorable！！！！”

I can’t shake the feeling that there are some slightly ominous lines mixed in, but their compliments have once again boosted my magical power.

Thank you.

With a smile, she beams at the maids.

At that time, don’t forget to tilt your head slightly.
The angle is 8 degrees.

If you place one hand on your cheek, it would be perfect.

“Cu, cuuute~~~!”

A scream-like cheer rose from the maids, and once again, my heart burned with excitement.

(The results of the three-year research are excellent.)

From that day, when I decided to master cuteness for my parents, I have been diligently researching day and night.

What kind of expressions and gestures would get me complimented as cute? I carefully observed the reactions of my parents and the servants.

Of course, considering the possibility that it might be flattery, I don’t just trust the words they say.

Concentrating magical power in my eyes, ears, nose, and fingertips, I thoroughly observed and memorized everything from the sound of their hearts, their scent, to the temperature of their skin.

As a result.

Just by moving a single finger, I’ve grown into a perfect, adored young lady who gets praised for being cute!

Every time I was praised, my maximum magic power kept increasing.

The magical power condensed within the gem in my chest is now on par with my father’s.

If I continue to master cuteness like this, it wouldn’t be impossible to aim to become the strongest magician of all time.

However, since my father has placed restrictions on me, I still cannot release my magical power outside my body, in other words, I still cannot use magic.

By the way, it seems that my parents haven’t noticed that my magical power is increasing.

I don’t know the reasoning behind it, but it seems that the two of them can’t see the jewels in their chests.

That’s convenient in its own way.

(If they notice and impose some kind of restriction again, it would be troublesome.)

In this way, I have been continuing my secret efforts.

“Are you ready, Lilietta?”

Hearing the maids’ cheers, my father and mother entered the children’s room. They must have been waiting just outside the door, eager for us to finish getting ready.

Since the Millicent incident, my parents have been raising me themselves without hiring a nursemaid.

However, once I learned to stand and walk on my own, they finally started leaving my daily care to a maid.

It’s not about leaving my parents, but it’s necessary to adapt to the life of nobility.

“Yes, Father. Thank you for the new dress!”

When she spoke clearly and earnestly, cheers erupted once again from the maids, and her parents’ faces relaxed.

“Can you properly say thank you? Good job, Lilietta.”

“Really, you’ve grown into such a cute and smart child.”

I’m happy to be praised.

If you smile broadly with such childlike feelings, this is also a point to be praised.

“Sigh, an angel…!”

“Like a first-magnitude star twinkling in the night sky!”

“Ahwawawawawawawawawaw”

The maids were whispering compliments to each other, making my heart warm once again. I couldn’t shake the feeling that one of them seemed at a loss for words, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The duke and duchess are strict and dislike idle chatter from the servants, but words of praise for me are a different matter.

It seems there is an edict allowing as much praise as one wants.

Furthermore, I’ve heard that those who compliment me might or might not receive a reward…

(From the world’s perspective, it might be “parental foolishness,” but for me, it’s a blessing.)

My father took my hand, which was smiling slightly.

It seems that instead of picking her up, he will escort her as a gentleman.

“Alright, shall we go? My dear Lilietta.”

“Where are you going?”

“We have customers coming today.”

“Are you a customer!?”

This is the first time.

No, it’s not the first time guests have come to the ducal residence. Although they are extremely few, there have been guests.

The first time is that they will take me to handle the guest.

Until now, I have hardly met anyone other than my family and servants, so this is nice.

(This is a perfect opportunity to observe the magical powers of people other than Father and Mother!)

I eagerly and joyfully headed towards the guest room, escorted by my father.

There stood a tall, slender man. A handsome figure with steel-colored hair and ultramarine eyes. He had beautifully proportioned muscles on both his arms and legs.

Since he had a magnificent sword hanging at his waist, it was immediately clear that he was a swordsman.

And on his chest, a diamond-like resilient gem sparkles.

(A magic swordsman…!)

In this country, there are many people who use magic. Among them, the ones who stand out the most are the magic swordsmen.

They use magic to enhance their bodies and swordsmanship, and then fight with swords.

“Hey, Bertalius. It’s been a while.”

“Grave, are you doing okay?”

My father greeted the swordsman warmly and exchanged a firm handshake. They must have been old acquaintances.

Let me introduce you, Lilietta.

Duke Forsten, Grave.

He is the head of the Forsten family, one of the four ducal houses.

(I see. So, this person is the greatest magic swordsman of our time.)

Magical Rosenford.

The sword of Forsten.

The Healing Carlisle.

The pinnacle of knowledge.

These four houses are the four ducal families.

It seems that the inheritance of these houses is not through primogeniture, but rather the person with the greatest ability is appointed as the head of the household according to the country’s laws.

The current Duke of Forsten was chosen from among eight brothers.

By the way, all of this information was obtained by eavesdropping on the servants’ conversations.

(We can’t have any mistakes, can we?)

I pinched my skirt with both hands as gently and gracefully as possible.

After slightly pulling one-foot back, bend both knees lightly.

And then, with the most adorable smile, she gazed at Duke Forsten.

“I’m Lilietta. Please take note.”

The key to pronouncing difficult words is to do so with a slightly lisping sound.

As planned, Duke Forsten gives a gentle smile.

“I’m Grave Forsten. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lilietta. That’s a wonderful greeting; I must have my son learn from it.”

Suddenly, Duke Forsten cast his gaze down at his feet.

I hadn’t noticed it at all until now, but a boy was hiding in the shadow of his feet. He was probably around my age.

“Alverio, please greet them.”

He was told, and the boy timidly stepped forward.

The hair and eyes are the same as the dukes. However, they lack the sharpness of the dukes.

Her hair is fluffy and soft, and her eyes are round like candy.

“I am Alverio Forsten. Nice to meet you, Lady Lilietta.”

They must have been nervous. After finishing their greeting, their expression melted like cotton candy in their mouth.

At their cuteness, my cheeks involuntarily flush.

“They’re the same age, and their status and positions are similar. They’ll be in a long-term relationship from now on. Make sure to get along well.”

“Yes, Father.”

At my father’s suggestion, both Alverio and I nodded a bit hesitantly, but happily.

The two fathers said they had something important to discuss, so Alverio and I were left alone together.

Since they are the same age, there is probably also the intention to see if they are compatible as playmates.

Even though it’s just the two of us, the servants from both families are watching closely nearby.

“Are you going to the garden? This morning, the bright red roses bloomed.”

When I invited him, Alverio nodded again with that cotton candy-like smile.

Holding hands, the two of them head out to the garden, aiming for the rose hedge.

“Here it is!”

When I crouched by the hedge, Alverio also leaned in towards me and peered at the roses in the same way.

Then.

“Oh, really? It’s just a regular rose, huh?”

I couldn’t help but doubt my ears.

Who was that just now?

Of course, I know there is only one person.

I cautiously looked towards the source of the voice.

There is no cute boy with a sweet smile there.

Instead, it was.

He was a cheeky little brat who smirked with a grin.