I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

After the deadline for answering has been set, we must wait for that period.

In the meantime, two letters came.

One from your second son and the other from the Chancellor.

The letter from the second son was a reply to the communication I sent from the Adventurer's Guild in the King's City of Lumagne, and even the second son would go around "burning".

At the same time, I was given the reliable words "Leave it to me" regarding the export of the novice adventurer course to Sheherazade.

Not only that, the second son also seemed to have seen the promotional footage of Effet and Papillon, and he gave Romeo, who had lost his sword in the battle, the sword of the fabric that he had "found in the dungeon".

This was delivered to Romeo at the fort by Lara-san.

Romeo was very happy to use the affordable swords he bought at the weapons store until he saved up some money for a new sword.

From the Prime Minister's side, it was definitely about the arrival of the emissary from the Kingdom of Lumagne and about the reign festival.

The emissaries of the Kingdom of Lumagne seemed to be somewhat enthusiastic, but in the first place, neither the Empire nor Kikunoi had publicly declared that they would "not intervene" in the conflict between the guilds, and I had done nothing face to face.

In this case, all the aspiring adventurers stood up to the corruption of the Adventurer's Guild in the Kingdom of Roumany.

Rather, I am a poor boy lord caught in the crossfire with the Adventurer's Guild.

They put the bad things they had done to the new adventurer on the shelf, and while carrying the difficulties of their parents, they somehow ruled the territory, causing trouble for the children who were running around so that the residents and adventurers could live safely.

What the Royal Guild is doing is, objectively speaking, such a thing, and if you step into it, the Kingdom of Rumagne is also such an outlaw state.

The Chancellor told the Roumagne envoy to bite the area to include it.

The messengers who understood how they were perceived externally, said, "There seems to have been some misunderstanding."

And, my lord, in the end, it doesn't matter enough to make you laugh with your nose, saying, "It's a carefree thing." It's like the Reign Festival.

Last year's festival was already full of excitement.

At the Martial Arts Club, there was a sweaty death battle between Barbarians and Estrellas in the Revenge of Estrellas, and Maria and La Pussels were a moving storm at the Music Competition.

I want the same, no, more excitement this year.

For some reason, this year's festival will be attended by His Majesty the King and Her Royal Highness from the Northern Kingdom of Amarna.

I want to show foreign countries the strength of the empire, the loyalty of the people, and their nationalities.

He wants me to help him with something.

One is that we officially invite the Kikunoi Opera Troupe as a special time frame for the music competition, so we want them to perform a show like during the consolation performance of the fort.

Another is to convince the Barbarians and Estrellas to join the fighters.

Following last year's finals, this year's Kikunoi Adventurer's Peak Showdown was very exciting, and it seems that the aristocrats would like to see such a powerful match again.

That's why I checked with both of them and both of them refused to say "impossible."

Barbarian said, "I want to have time to review my habits and collaborations because I did it in Kikunoi soon after," and Estrella also said, "I still have not enough training to re-fight."

Hmm, this is it.

The Kikunoi Opera Troupe told Mr. Viktor, "That's right."

The footage of the Kikunoi opera troupe that Viktor is showing at the salon is very popular with people of contemporary culture, and it is passed on from their mouths to the mouths of various people, and people who have never seen it are treated as people who have been left out of the fashion.

Demand is increasing day by day, and most of all, the rural provincial lords are offering such a magnificent show to their citizens, because they don't bring it to show the depths of the Empire's national power inside and outside.

Well, that's why the offer to the Kikunoi Opera Troupe is in the direction of being accepted.

However, the performance is changed from a consolation performance to a glaring performance.

When I asked Mr. Yuri to perform in the Imperial Capital through Mr. Viktor, he gave me such a response.

I'll leave everything around to Yuri and Viktor.

It is not good for an amateur to speak out.

All I have to do is back up everything I can so they can do their best.

Yes, speaking of Yuri-san, I glanced at the original clothing design of the dream king (Lex Somnium), and then roared a little, "Can you take the thread from the lotus?I heard that. "

I mean, I can read.

I was told that the translation would be a part of my job, but he accepted it. You did it!

Barbarian and Estrella after.

This may be difficult.

The two sets of replies are also valid, and before that, the second dojo won't succeed unless there is something else to do.

Besides, the second one isn't the nearest one, is it?

The Prime Minister wrote in his letter that he understood it as well.

However, if the second dojo is too good to show off the other adventurers, it's better to stream the promotional footage from the beginning.

This is troublesome.

I don't mind streaming promotional footage, but given the prestige of the Empire and all that, that's never a good idea.

Hmm.

I will gladly go to the opera troupe when I scrub my chin, but I have a little reservations about the martial arts club.

"... you're caught up in an unintelligible commotion"

"Um... uh... why?"

"Even if there is a concubine's relief, the calamity that will come is necessary for your growth."It's something I need, but it's not unusual. It's the first time I've gotten involved. "

It's time for the morning hymn.

When Kikunoi reported on the progress of the opera troupe and told about the recent disturbances, the princess flashed her fans in a daze.

No, well, Berjulak somehow brought him back while guessing what was behind him, and Versa said she understood and would give it to me, so I don't feel like I'm rushing into a struggle.

But when it comes to struggles, it's hard to get angry.

The princess had an interesting expression on her eyebrows.

I followed my gaze, wondering what it was, to my side.

The lips of the princess painted the third moon.

What's the matter, chick?

"Nnnh, Ritter Schlark won't let me!"

In response to the princess's question, Regulus answered with a sigh.

That's right, Mr. Berjulak wants you to have a neck-butting ceremony, so Regulus said, "I'll do it!" "I said it.

The princess looked at me with her mischievous eyes.

Oh, why not?

"No, why..."

It was a master-serving ritual that the knight swore allegiance to the Lord and that the Lord would forgive him, and I and Regulus were brothers.

I don't like that kind of sibling, master-servant, or the fact that there's a wall.

My cute chick probably didn't want to go that far, and she wants to do the neck-butting ceremony because she wants to protect me = become a knight.

Certainly that ritual itself is cool.

I borrowed Sensei Romanov's sword from that ritual, but most swords are heavy on children.

Without Dr. Romanov's support, I can't hold that sword.

Putting such a heavy thing on the chick's shoulder would be terrible.

Thinking of such a thing, the sky became very dark.

Thinking about it, a huge wrinkle was engraved between the princess's eyebrows.

Hee, you're mad!?

Maybe my heavy weight made the clouds uncomfortable for you!?

In a hurry, the chick stood in front of me as if she were sheltering me.

Then the princess turned around and threw her shoulder collar into the void.

When I suddenly thought that the lightning was running, a crack formed in the place where the collar was struck sharply, and a figure was seen from inside.

"... it hurts."

It was a spectacular man with cat ears on his head.

Hooking the black feather from his shoulder, he only let the same color landing and collapse, and exposed the helpless breastplate.

Huh, who?

No, who is it?