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

Speaking of time, before dinner.

Unless it's a dinner party or evening party, we don't usually invite customers at these times, and we certainly don't charge in without an appointment.

Time is running out, so I decided to let the chick eat rice first, and I went to Lara-san, who was waiting for the customer, and Daikon Sensei, who seemed to be visiting.

The two said they were drinking tea in the reception room that Elise had prepared for them.

When Mr. Rottenmeyer led us into the room, Mr. Lara found me and went up. Seeing that, the person sitting opposite Lara-san also stood up.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." erm..... "

"Yes. This is your Daikon teacher."

Looking at the person who stood up after being told to do so, he looked like Mr. Romanov somehow, no, Mr. Sonja.

When I tried to call myself, I suddenly got close to my face.

Not really.

"Heh...?"

"Hey, uncle!?"

A much prettier face was pulled up, approaching and unexpectedly taking a step back.

The sharp ears, the unique atmosphere, and Lara-san's uncle are probably elves, but isn't the elf a distance bug?

He took my hand, which had hardened in amazement, and stroked his head with a gesture.

"LaRushka, I've been meaning to say this for a long time, but I don't think you'd like to call something cute or likeable [Mamaru-chan]." There's something completely round about this girl... no, the cheeks are mild, but it's relatively round, isn't it? "

"That's good, isn't it?" I want to call all the cute things "Mamaru-chan". "

"You have a unique sensibility, too." Alyoshka and Vicenica, why are they so unique? "

"It's kind of like my weirdest uncle saying 'unique'..."

Somehow it's just a little bit of a habit.

If Daikon Sensei is left stroking Lara-san's uncle, Lara-san will stroke him. I really don't understand the elves' sense of distance.

The two hands suddenly stopped when they were stroking each other and looking at each other from a distance.

"I'm sorry. You, no, you're the Count Kikunoi, aren't you?"

"Ah, yes. I am Feng Butterfly, the owner of the Kikunoi family." Um... Daikon Sensei? "

Left side, I'm Ferrix. Since you threw away your surname, you can call me Ferricus or Daikon Sensei as you please. "

A person with pure white hair and equally white skin and golden eyes bends their mouth to say.

Lara-san shrugged her shoulders as her gaze wandered between that person and Lara-san, who looked serious.

"That person, our uncle." A sorcerer who belongs to the ivory leaning tower. They call me the Great Sage. "

Great Sage!? Did you and Regulus call such a person Daikon Sensei!?

"Daikon Sensei is fine." You're a lot wiser than the Great Sage, aren't you? "

Daikon Sensei...... Mr. Ferrix raises the edge of his mouth.

Lara-san's uncle, Ferrix is basically friendlier to humans than other elves, but in the first place, he seems to be distancing himself from other races.

From the ivory leaning tower to which it belongs, I think it is a group of sorcerers who strive to store and study knowledge at a distance from the worldly world.

When I threw away my surname, it seemed that it was a bad match between Felix and my father--the person who hits Dr. Romanov, Mr. Viktor, and Mr. Lara's grandfather-and the whole elf. Except for my brothers, nephews and nieces. It seems that our brothers and Mandragora have exchanged through the observation diary because they are friendly.

After all, today's sudden visit is still in Mandragora...

"I just got a question a few days ago."

"Is it possible to remove the fibers from the mandragon, or is it possible to remove the fibers without damaging the mandragon?"

"Yes, that's right." First of all, we talked about whether we could get rid of the fibers, but after recalling the literature collected in the oblique tower and finding the documents, the answer was "Yes". And the second question is, this is up to you... your interpretation. "

"Ah, you're fine." So, it depends on my interpretation? "

I twisted my neck slightly at the strange rhetoric.

According to the interpretation, for example, would you not wait for the natural peeling of the round, and forcibly peel off the skin?

The customer herself? Honjo radish? Either way is fine, but it is unacceptable for the customer to feel painful. As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Ferrix looked bitter with his eyes down.

"Hmm, when it hurts, it might hurt, but I don't care what I don't care about." It's that kind of thing. "

"If I say it hurts, it hurts, and if I say it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...?"

I don't get it. Without being able to judge, the door of the reception room was knocked on smallly, and from the outside, Regulus-kun and Gora Maru, who were holding hands with him, let out a face.

As a result, Mr. Ferrix's cheeks, which were poorly expressed, became a little loose.

Oh, chick-kun and you're Maru-kun, right?

That's right, Mr. Regulus, why don't you come in?

With a smile, Regulus and Nagaru walked up to the sofa. Then, when I introduced myself cheerfully, Lara taught me that Mr. Ferrix was Daikon Sensei, which made my face shine.

Good evening, welcome! Nice to meet you!

Um, good evening.

Gozalu

Oh, thank you.

Regulus and I shook hands with each other, and in the atmosphere of our pockets, Felix slammed his hand.

"Well, let's ask the parties about this."

Huh?

That said, Mr. Ferrix put his knee on the floor to match his gaze.

"Maru-kun, me and your husband want a part of you for some kind of experiment." But if you offer it, you may feel painful. [M] Not only when we collect it, but all the way back to the state it was in before we collected it. But your husband doesn't want you to feel pain. "

Gosh!

"Hmm. No, you should think about it. No matter how much it may be for the good of the Lord, hard things are hard things. I know that, and your husband is lost."

"Goza... Gozalu?"

I'm not sure, but it seems that I've been able to talk to Felix, and I, Regulus, and Lara are watching the situation with all their heart.

In the midst of this, the curled circle said, "Gozagosa?" He gestured and asked Mr. Ferrix what he was asking. He slightly shook his lips.

”The part of me that I crave... ummm”

Goza?

"No, not the arm root or the leg root." It's not like that... that's right. "

Go-go-go-za?

No, not even the torso.

It seems very difficult to say, but perhaps it is a more life-threatening part?

No, but Mr. Ferrix said, "Until we get back to where we started," so it should be a playable place. However, it seems that we have almost no idea about the ecology of Mandragora, so if we don't even completely lose the root of life, can we renew it?

Pleasantly awaiting Mr. Ferrix's next words, he spoke with a tormented face.

"That... leaves uprooted"

"Goza... goza!? gozalu!?"

Until then, the silent circle pointed at the frizzy leaves on her head and began to jerk off.

Could it be that leaves were such an important organ for Mandragora? No, but you also raised your chest slightly to Kelpie, giving it a "yaaa" vibe, right? I don't know where my chest is.

My head is full of question marks. But Regulus seemed to be different and nodded, "Oh, that's right."

What do you mean, Regulus?

”I'm so sloppy, I'm getting bald”

Hee? Baldy?

"Oh, Gozal is pruned with all his leaves, and he is torn to pieces." Maybe I don't like it, because Gozal looks stylish. Does that hurt mentally? "

”Yeah. If you make me bald, I won't be able to fool you anymore”

Regulus and Lara are moody, but I have no idea. Rather, I asked Genzo-san to mow the leaves that had grown too long. Is that what makes the leaves so fashionable? What the hell is this?

Alarmed, the unavoidable circle eventually shuddered and the heart shriveled, "Goza..." without strength.

"I said I can't do anything for your husband, but..."

I'm very sorry to hear that, Mr. Ferrix. But I know!

No, the leaves of Mandragora will be cleared overnight if you pour a lot of magic power even if you cut them down.

"Ahh!"

"Goza"

Mr. Ferrix and I said, "That's it!" and I just high-five it.

If you think you can handle the textiles, you'll hear footsteps approaching the corridor quickly.

After waiting for a while, Utsunomiya-san came out of the living room in a hurry.

"Milord, it seems that the man in question is not in a good condition, and I heard from the city that Bradamante should ask Furoran for help...!"

"I see..."

An example of a man is the secret medicine of evil?

I nodded to Lara-san's question. Then Lara-san pointed at Ferrix-san.

"I think that person can make that antidote."

Huh? What are you talking about?

When Lara explains to Ferricus, who is not uncomfortable with being pointed at, that "there is a man who seems to have used the secret medicine of evil religion", Ferricus' complexion changes.

"Very well, let me examine this man."

Oh, I think I might be able to do something about it?