Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

When Campbell became serious, the aura emanating from him was quite formidable, like the calm before a storm.

The former duke’s inherent presence was unexpectedly powerful, like a crouching lion, now looking down at the young woman before him who desperately wanted to gain his approval.

‘If you want my daughter, you’ll have to get past me first’, is that it…

The powerful aura made Elsa feel unable to move.

Although afraid, she knew she absolutely couldn’t look away.

She must gain the approval of his parents!

Thinking this, Elsa steeled her resolve.

“My feelings… have never changed since then, and never will! For Evie’s sake, I’m willing to do anything!!”

“Reality isn’t as easy as you imagine, it can’t be solved with playing house-like romance!”

There were deeper reasons for the Smollett family’s current situation.

The overt and covert struggles between nobles were far more complex than these young girls could imagine.

One wrong step, and ahead might be an inescapable abyss of hell.

Did this little girl before him truly have such resolve?

“…I understand.”

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

“Alright, alright… Dear, don’t be so hard on the child.”

Out of sympathy, Lena interrupted her husband’s demon-like interrogation, turning instead to smile and gently place her hand over Elsa’s trembling ones.

“Letting the children have an easier life… Isn’t that what we as parents should do?”

“Madam…”

Elsa was deeply moved. Apart from Delia, no elder had ever shown her such kind care.

“Oh my… Calling me ‘Madam’ is a bit too formal, isn’t it?”

Lena winked suggestively, and Elsa reacted quickly, immediately calling out the title that had long resided in her heart:

“—Mother!”

“Yes, yes! —That’s it! Ellie!!”

Lena happily embraced her new daughter,

“From now on… let’s become a real family!”

Sitting opposite, Campbell heard these words and snorted in displeasure:

“Lena… you’re always like this, spoiling the children too much! I haven’t agreed yet!!”

His daughter was at least of upper noble birth, shouldn’t she go through formal matchmaking and a proper wedding ceremony before reaching this step?! Calling her that so directly seems far too casual—

“Um… Uncle,”

The young woman being happily embraced by Lena timidly spoke up, her gaze flickering as she looked at him:

“…Can I also call you ‘Father’?”

Father.

Papa.

—Thump!

This title struck Campbell’s heart the moment the young woman uttered it.

“Or… should I call you ‘Papa’ like Evie does…”

—Ba-thump!

An even stronger impact than before hit him

This is…

What is this feeling—

Who would have thought that just a title alone would give Campbell such an unexpectedly large impact.

Double the daughters, double the joy!

The former duke, a daughter-con, at this moment opened the door to a new world.

“Ahem—”

With his mind replaying Elsa’s ‘Father’ and ‘Papa’ on loop, Campbell cleared his throat with a slightly red face, and said seriously:

“It’s just a title anyway… You can call me that from now on.”

Although still somewhat awkward, this finally meant gaining the father’s approval.

“Thank you, Papa!!”

“—Cough ahem!!”

Campbell covered his face with a handkerchief, trembling and waving his hand repeatedly,

“…St-still, call me Father…”

“Alright! Father!!”

‘Papa’ and such were still too much, his heart couldn’t take it.

Elsa also finally understood something,

Evie’s elegant appearance was inherited from her mother, while this awkward personality was clearly inherited from her father.

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“Now then, for tonight’s room arrangement—!”

Lena showed the daughters the already cleaned out attic room,

“Hmm… Although it might be a bit smaller than where you lived before… Linda and I have already cleaned it very thoroughly!”

After magically turning on the crystal lamp, seeing the two futons laid side by side on the floor like in a romantic comedy anime, Yvonne felt something crack in her mind.

“…Isn’t there a bed?”

“I’m sorry, Evie, there are very few people in North Kalos, even booking a carpenter requires a month’s advance notice…”

Lena put her hand to her face, looking somewhat troubled,

“It gets very cold here at night, sleeping alone might make you catch a cold, but two people together will be fine~”

“Don’t joke around!!”

—Isn’t this just like a wedding night setup?!

“It’s alright, Evie, besides… haven’t we already slept together many times?”

Quickly understanding the assist from Mother, Elsa immediately stood beside Yvonne, taking the opportunity to hug her arm,

“Don’t say things that could be misunderstood in front of someone’s mother!!”

“Young Miss, Young Miss, please come over here for a moment.”

Seeing Linda mysteriously beckoning to her, Yvonne had no choice but to walk over.

“…What is it?”

Linda whispered in Yvonne’s ear:

“I can provide quick dry cleaning magic for the Young Miss, just let me know in advance in the morning… so don’t worry about dirtying the sheets at night.”

“—I wasn’t worried about that!!”

Yvonne nearly cried out.

Her family’s series of actions had left her red-faced and flustered,

“—What exactly do you think we’ll be doing to dirty the sheets?!”

“Of course, I’m referring to acts of expressing love such as you and Miss Elsa rubbing each other’s petals.”

“Stop talking—Do you know your cool maid image is about to collapse?!”

“Fufu, there was never such a thing~☆”

Linda’s expression remained unchanged.

Don’t add that weird sentence ending! It completely doesn’t match your character setting?!

This was the first time Yvonne felt that having to retort to so many people was such an exhausting thing, suddenly feeling powerless… She felt she could somewhat understand the feelings of those straight man characters in comedy anime.

“Come to think of it… Why would an elf serve humans anyway…”

“I didn’t want to originally, but I had no choice, the Smollett family paid too much money.”

…This is too real.

“But regardless, a contract is a contract. Whether the master is rich or poor, noble or common, I will follow to the death.”

Looking in the direction of Lena, who was quietly saying something to Elsa, then glancing at Yvonne beside her, this black-haired elf maid showed a faint smile.

“Linda…”

She was somewhat moved. For Yvonne, Linda, the maid who had cared for her since childhood, had long become family.

“So—Young Miss, please don’t hesitate to trouble me about changing the bedding, feel free to ask anytime.”

“I won’t be troubling you!!!”