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

"Oh, is that true!?

Fifteen people seem to be able to sit at a table, usually quietly instructing manners, while elegantly eating Mr. Rottenmeyer, for fuck's sake! and gained momentum by knocking down the chair and standing up.

Oh, surprise.

When I look at Mr. Rottenmeyer with a proper blink, "Excuse me," I wake up and sit back down.

"... I didn't know 'magic' was now available"

"Yes, I checked my skills too, no doubt about it. Phoenix, it looks like your vegan nerve has settled in earlier than planned."

"Oh my God......!

Unlike the dazzling Romanov teacher, Mr. Rottenmeyer combines his hands to offer prayers, and when he sifts, we are trembling.

I mean, more than planned, you both knew there was a chance that magic could be used against me, right?

Fearless educator's eyes.

Is that it, or is there a system of special skills that train billy gals and guys to pass the peak school for 10,000 years?

When I was thinking about that, I had eyes with Mr. Rottenmeyer, who softened my eyebrows just a little... I don't know if it was right because it was over my glasses, but there was.

"Young lady, we need to celebrate this...!

"Celebrating...?

Is it such an important thing to be able to use magic?

But if Mr. Rottenmeyer says we have to celebrate, I guess so.

"Now, behave yourself as one glass of wine for everyone in the mansion."

If it's true, you'd better behave one bottle at a time from the mansion's wine cellar, but I'm still a child, and I don't have that authority. I'm sorry, but let's spare a glass of wine at a time.

When I could put a knife on my soufflé omelet, I felt fluffy, and when I was having fun and laughing, I didn't really understand Mr. Rottenmeyer's expression, but the teacher looked wonderful and odd at me. Grab a fork stabbed with a souffléom lettuce in your hand.

"... souffléom lettuce, isn't it delicious?

"No, it's delicious, but it's not"

"Young lady, it is the young lady herself that I congratulate you on. I did give you behavioral booze, but the young lady herself..."

"What, me?

"That's right, Phoenix. It's a celebration that you can now use magic. Do you want anything?

The more you celebrate, the more you congratulate me? 'Cause nothing, I didn't open my eyes with my own power, and Princess Baihua was able to push the meridians of the magic nerve,' cause that's because of her knowledge of 'me', not 'me'.

Am I funny?

"Me" whispers in me though.

"Take what you can" or "It's time to enrich your hobby tools!" or even "Don't you want something tasty"!

You've decided you want to eat, and you've decided you want to enrich your hobby tools!

What a nasty guy, 'me'!

More excuses. Fuck you!

"Ji, then..."

To the whisper of a spiteful 'me', a white pig weak in desire, I decided to be flushed.

About that night, when I went to close the window in an attempt to sleep, the butterflies of feathers gleaming rainbow lit by the moonlight came into the room.

It's very pretty, so when I stick my hand out, I avoid short fingers and stop at my head perfectly. And the butterfly disappeared so that it could melt into the light.

"I forgot to tell you. Tomorrow we'll be looking forward to a different song.

"Huh!?

I look around in surprise at the voice of Princess Baihua, who sounds straight in the forehead, but there's nobody in the room but me.

"What, have you forgotten the voice of your concubine even though we met during the day?

"Yes, no! A little surprised..."

"Hmm, you look good. Are you surprised that you have a voice? The concubine is a god? I'm not gonna show up and talk to you. The butterfly ahead is a tool for delivering the concubine's antecedent, the concubine's voice, to man.

"Ha ha... it was so beautiful...!

"Heh heh, what will be God's hand, of course. Well, that's good. Better than that, tomorrow we'll have another song to listen to. '

"Ah, yes.... what song?

"Hmm, yeah. Is there a song in the other world that praises God?

Think a little.

With that said, the place of God that symbolized that cross over there was like a song that glorified that mother.

"... I will sit down. But with a song that glorifies certain gods elsewhere... the..."

'I don't mind, the concubine doesn't mind otherwise. If I'd cared, I'd be at war with the gods of this world first. Is there a song more dramatic than that, like, swollen in love or something? If there is, I want it too!

Phew! and his nose roughly pressed him, retreating one step back.

The princess is getting a little happy watching your eyes shimmer.

If you like singing and dancing music, you'll love the operas and musicals from the garden of the previous world. I'd like to show you.

"What do you mean," The Opera of the Garden "or" Miju Jikaru "?

"Heh...?

Was I speaking up?

The princess laughs when she blocks her mouth with her hands.

"Even if you don't speak up, your voice leaks. We God can hear the voice of our hearts without speaking up. If not, wouldn't it also come true to hear the voice of prayer '

I see.

Convinced, his voice echoed his head again.

"It's too late today, it's time for children to dream. I'm going to ask you about the Opera tomorrow, so you're going to have to come.

"Yes, I'll be sure to ask."

"Uhm, then."

When the rainbow butterfly, which should have melted into the air, reappears, it leaves the window.

I let my breasts dance to the feeling that I was going to have fun tomorrow as I entered the bed.