I was reborn as a villainous aristocrat, but to be honest, I’m having too much fun with magic – I’m creating all kinds of unique magic, and before I know it, I’m going to be the next Demon King!

Although “Cadonic Academy of Magic” is called a “Magic Academy”, it teaches a wide range of subjects as well.

In addition to general knowledge such as calculations, history and geography,  students also learn swordsmanship.

In other words, what I do is learn swordsmanship or other martial arts and train in magic. If I put in a lot of effort from now on, I’m sure I’ll be able to beat the hero.

“Magic…!?”

That’s when I suddenly realized.

I’m going to use magic!

…No, I don’t want you to say that it’s a matter of time.

After all, it’s magic, right?

I will be able to make flames rise from my palms, you know!?

If you are a man, you must have thought about it at least once since you were born, right?

If I could use magic, I’d be able to…? Something like that…

“I’m getting excited…”

But I must calm down here.

Actually, there was something I needed to do to avoid my fate of death.

That is “securing someone who will definitely be on my side”.

After all, my father is the final boss. The people around Friedrich are allies of the final boss.

For example, Friedrich is a child of a noble family, so there are butlers and maids who often appear in fantasy works, but they do not work for Friedrich, but for his father, the Marquis of Asmodai.

Therefore, it is difficult to say that they are Friedrich’s allies no matter what, and at worst, they may become my enemies.

“Even so, I don’t know how I would find someone like that…..”

In the works I have seen in my previous life, slavery is a classic example.

It’s just that, buying a slave is a bit….

If possible, I would like to learn magic from that person.

If I am very good at magic, and my father finds out about my excellence, I might be recruited into the secret society.

I don’t like that. Joining that secret society full of traitors is the end. In the end, it ends with the protagonist destroying them.

Anyway, I can’t imagine a slave teaching me magic.

So this route is a no-go…..

“…I can’t think of anything.”

I muttered in a pitiful voice.

It can’t be helped.. It’s my first experience of being reincarnated in another world.

“I’m not sure where I am..?”

I looked around my room for the first time.

The room was luxurious, with expensive-looking furniture and furnishings.

Given that there is a bed, it is probably Friedrich’s own room.

It was outrageous for a kid to have such a magnificent room.

When I was a kid, I used to sleep in the same room as my siblings!

–Knock-knock.

“Excuse me”

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and a woman’s voice echoes in the room.

Immediately after that, the door to the room was opened and an old woman dressed in a maid’s uniform entered.

“Master Friedrich, it’s about time you woke up…. are you awake?”

“Eh, uh, yeah.”

The old maid looked terribly surprised when she saw me standing in front of the mirror.

However, I was also surprised. When I looked out the window, the sun was shining directly above the sky.

In other words, it’s midday. At this hour, unless you’re lazy, you’re probably awake.

“I can’t believe Master Friedrich is up at this hour….Usually, not only does he not wake up even if I shake his body, but  Master Friedrich throws things when I try to wake him up…”

I take back what I said before.

It seems that Friedrich was a very lazy person.

I mean, throwing things is not just lazy, it’s violent.

“I-I see. I’m sorry about that.”

I tried to imitate Friedrich’s tone in the story as much as possible.

It would be troublesome if people thought it was too strange.

“Master Friedrich is apologizing!?”

“…”

But it seems that my efforts were of little use.

Apparently, it seems anybody would surprised if a character like Friedrich apologizes honestly.

Most of those characters aren’t great, but…well, Friedrich isn’t a good character either.

“… so what is it that you want in the end?”

I said, thinking that I was getting nowhere.

“Y-yes. Breakfast… no, lunch is ready, so I came to tell you about it.”

“…I see. If you say so, I’ll take it.”

I am a little nervous at the thought of having a nobleman’s meal.

I wonder if my table manners are okay.

“I’ll be choosing Master Friedrich’s personal maid later today, so please make sure you eat well.”

“…Personal maid?”

What’s that otherworldly reincarnation word?

At least, I don’t think Friedrich had such a person in his life.

“Yes. In the Asmodai family, when they turn 15, it’s a rule to have a personal maid from another noble family’s daughter….In the first place, I’ve been telling you for a month that we’re going to decide on an exclusive maid today. I thought I had said it before?”

I’m sure that wasn’t described as such in “The Apostles of Arinasia”, but apparently that’s what happened.

But this might be convenient.

According to this old maid, my personal maid is hired from other noble families. In other words, her relationship with Marquis Asmodai is weak.

If I do well, I’ll be able to draw them to my side.

“I understand. Then show me the way.”

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I learned something when I was guided around by the old maid.

The mansion I live in–the mansion of the Marquis Asmodai family is ridiculously large.

Well, he’s an aristocrat… Living here from now on may be a bit heavy for me, who used to be an ordinary person.

“Good morning, Master Friedrich.”

As I entered the dining room, the butlers and maids all bowed at once.

I almost fell back at the sight of this overwhelming scene that I had only seen in dramas.

“Oh, good morning.”

However, I tried my best to greet them as usual.

I didn’t want to look suspicious here.

“Master Friedrich, this way, please.”

A butler pulls out a chair that seems to be mine.

What a nice treatment. I’ve only seen such a scene when the president of a business partner has his secretary do it.

“Thank you.”

But I’m Friedrich.

I’m Friedrich, and I should be used to this kind of treatment a long time ago.

I forced a smile on my irritated face and sat down on the chair that was pulled for me.

“…That Master Friedrich thanked me…”

“….That Master Friedrich who was always grumpy in the morning smiled…”

From inside the room, I could hear bits and pieces of unpleasant gossip about me.

Somehow, being surprised by trivial things is part of a villainous aristocrat, but being surprised by just being grateful gives mixed feelings.

“Friedrich is late in the morning as usual.”

While I was gawking at the various dishes placed in front of me, I heard a heavy sound coming from directly in front of me.

“…Good morning, Father”

He is tall and can be seen even when sitting, and has pure white hair. His face is full of wrinkles, but his strong eyes radiate strong ambition.

He is the father of this body, the head of the secret society that is plotting the resurrection of the Demon God, and the last boss of “The Apostles of Arinasia”, Doroius Riggle Asmodai.

“Today was the day to choose your personal maid.”

“…yes”

Doroius cut the steak with elegant gesture as he began.

…It’s not like I paid for it.

“The existence of a maid is nothing more than a shield to protect you and me. The best thing to do is to choose someone who seems to be strong.”

Doroius’s words made the faces of the maids in the dining room twitch.

Well, that’s understandable.

It’s like being told right in front of me that you’re my wall of flesh.

However, this doesn’t mean that Doroius’ is particularly ruthless because that is how most nobles in the world think.

The nobles who have protected their territories for generations are great, and the peasants who are just doing farm work every day are a labor force that can be replaced.

What is aristocracy?…I don’t know.

“…I will return to my office. Sarzas.”

“Ha!”

Doroius wiped his mouth and left the dining room with one of the butlers.

The rest of the dining room was me, the maids, and the butlers, and the atmosphere was grim to the lowest degree.

What the hell is that guy?

(…… Well, that’s okay.)

In any case, it’s not like I can do anything about Doroius right now. I’ll try my best to appear like a good son.

But more importantly, I have a meal in front of me now.

My stomach is complaining of hunger, and all the food on the table looks delicious.

“Bon appétit.”

As if to say that I am the main character, I cut a knife into the steak sitting in the middle of the table  and brought it to my mouth.

“Oh…”

The moment you put the steak in your mouth, it will fall apart, and the meat juices that are still packed with umami will slowly sink into your tongue.

To put it simply,

“Delicious….”

Isn’t it the best food I’ve ever had in my life? This steak.

I thought it would be a disaster to be reincarnated as a villainous aristocrat, but if I can taste this flavor, I might be glad just a little bit.

It’s really just a little bit.

“Master Friedrich is…!?”

“He said it tasted very delicious, he said it was…!?”

However, my excitement vanishes in an instant.

Because the butlers and maids were staring at me with dazed eyes when I muttered that it was delicious.

“W-what happened?”

‘That’s our line! Usually, you only took one bite at a time, saying ‘tasteless tasteless tasteless’…!”

What?  Is that true?

Just one bite of this delicious steak?

Oh, come on. Is Master Friedrich the great and powerful madam?

But it seems to be true, judging from their reaction.

(Hmm…?  I know I’ve seen this scene somewhere before.)

I feel like there was a scene similar to this in a villainous aristocratic movie I saw in my previous life.

“I’m sorry, but please call the person who made this dish.”

“I’m here!”

One of the maids left the room as if to run out, and a man with the appearance of a cook came in in an instant.

“Fu, Master Friedrich I’m sorry that I made a dish that didn’t suit your taste today!”

“…”

I can’t help but shut my mouth.

I can see from the cook’s flowing apology that Friedrich must have made this cook apologize many times.

That shows how bad Friedrich’s character is…..

However, it may be convenient for me now.

“No, I’m sorry about that.”

“Huh…?”

The expression on the cook’s face when he looked up was as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Well, I know how you feel.

The guy who until yesterday was demanding an apology from the cook for the bad taste suddenly apologized.

I would suggest a psychiatrist. Or a throat specialist?

“Despite the fact that I was eating such delicious food every day, I left it behind and ended up using abusive language. I’m sorry.”

I stood up and bowed.

“Oh, no! Master Friedrich apologized!”

“What in the world happened to…!?”

I could hear the butlers and maids making noise from above my head.

I raised my head and opened my mouth to see what was happening as I expected.

“I think everyone was annoyed by my unruly behavior until yesterday. I’m really sorry. I changed my mind. Please, I would like to ask for your continued support. Please.”

After saying that, I bowed my head again.

Then, silence reigned in the room this time.

(Did I make a mistake…?)

Maybe the turn of events was too sudden.

I slowly raised my head.

But the maids were shedding tears, and some of the butlers were even sobbing.

(What, what is this?)

“Oh, Master Friedrich, you have become so splendid….!”

“I am glad I believed in you and served you….!”

I don’t know what it was, but everyone seemed to be shaking with joy and shedding tears.

Well, that was it, yeah.

Apparently, Friedrich had such a bad impression that his stock rose just by him thanking and apologizing for his past words and actions.

It’s a common practice for villainous aristocrats to apologize for their past actions to gain everyone’s favor, but…I didn’t expect it to go as far as this.

….Well, let’s consider it convenient.

Faced with the devastation in front of me, I tried to escape from reality.