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

My father and mother will be at the mansion in five days. It seems that what Mr. Rottenmeyer had was an earlier letter.

I was asleep around my fifth birthday, and my memories before that were vague, and I haven't seen either face in about a year.

What did you both look like?

No matter how much I strip the bottom of my memory, my parents' faces don't come out. Not even what voice it was.

Er... me, you're a little too dumb.

When I'm surprised at the addition and subtraction of my own asshole, Mr. Rottenmeyer whispers something into Dr. Romanoff's ear.

Dr. Romanov's complexion changed when he was clearing his ears because he heard only a few words saying "sir" and "ma'am".

"Is that...!? Wait, Count Kikunai is my son-in-law's adopted son..."

"Dr. Romanoff! Your voice is high. Sit down!

"Ah..."

Dr. Romanov sees me. Mr. Rottenmeyer also turned a blind eye to this side, but immediately returned his gaze to Dr. Romanoff. Uh, hey, don't worry about it!?

No, more importantly, didn't you just say your son-in-law's adopted son or something?

"My father... is someone who came from another house to adopt a son-in-law, and my mother was a countess in the first place...!?

I had no idea!

No, he's an asshole kid who can't remember his parents' faces, and he probably didn't figure it out when he told me.

If I was surprised, Dr. Romanov flashed his shoulder.

"I think it would be better if I told you, Arrowhead Phoenix Butterfly."

"But the young lady is only five years old!? I don't care if I tell you this..."

"If you're a regular five-year-old, I'll keep my mouth shut, too, and I think it's a good idea to wait for time to work it out. But Phoenix, you are a much wiser child than this one thinks. Sooner or later, from the mouths of the whisperers, the tail fin is better than being told the story of a strain..."

"But..."

Rarely, when Mr. Rottenmeyer looks at me with his eyebrows in eight letters, he exhales a big, long sigh. Then pressing up the string of glasses with his right hand, he circled a little and opened his body mouth.

"Please take a moment"

"Mr. Rottenmeyer......"

"I don't care if you want to talk to me, how did you talk to me..."

Gracefully pinch the hem of the skirt as usual, bow "Excuse me," then turn around without an inch gaps. Leaving the hallway of the mansion on the right.

It was me and Dr. Romanov who were left behind.

"What are we going to do today?

"Today, is it? I thought I'd use Elise and the clothes she stopped wearing today to make bags that I could put on my hips."

It's the kind of bag that wears a belt through a cloth bag and fastens it to the waist with a belt, a reproduction of the one we used to call a waist pouch or something.

With that, your hands are empty, your luggage won't swing, and you can take out the items you need right away.

Keep tools for horticulture and daily carpentry and try to lower them off your hips when you use them.

Hundreds of hearings are only at first sight.

You'll know if you look at it.

That's what I thought. When I pulled Dr. Romanoff's hand and went to the room, I tried to get out a prototype of a near-made waist pouch.

Large linen, long square bag with lid, two pockets. Both can be opened and closed with buttons.

"Well... that's easy to use inside"

"I thought I'd carry with me some toilets, gloves to use in the vegetable garden, disinfectants and bandages in case"

"Oh, I see"

Hmm, looking at the waist porch (tentative), Dr. Romanov chuckles.

"Shall I study a little?"

"Study?

"Yes, we're talking about magic."

As he tries to pick up his notebook, he loosens up and shakes his neck to the side.

"It's not that much of a full-scale study, because it's about getting into your head naturally while you're learning magic."

"Wow, I understand."

Me, I'm an asshole kid who wouldn't even remember if I'd listened to the name of God closely involved in my life, would you be okay?

elsewhere my self-distrust, Dr. Romanov's lecture began.

"There are several sorcery systems in this world. First, healing magic that heals injuries or restores poison and paralysis received. Attack magic that attacks others. Auxiliary witchcraft that interferes with the abilities of oneself and others, space witchcraft that interferes with space, then secrets, Holy Spirituality. These five are the epitomes."

"By epitome, do you mean there are others?

"Yes, something that was mourned in ancient times, or something that seems obsolete with less people to use,"

According to Dr. Romanov's story, in the first place, magic takes magic vegetables into the body and converts them into magic to act on the body or in vitro. If you take in more magic vegetables, that's how much you convert to magic. With so much conversion to magic, so much power, precision, and action will be achieved.

It seems that healing, attacks, and aids cause the various effects of their attributes by transferring the magic converted from magic to the spirits of the four main elements that are too common in the world.

"Well, then, space magic transfers magic to the Spirit of Space?

"There, what is it? Spatial magic cannot be done without working on one Spirit, but with the help of all four Spirits. Because space is also the world we exist in today."

"Ha ha..."

"This world was created by God with four major elements combined with light and darkness. And it's spatial magic to do a little interference with all four spirits. But saying that we can help all four elements is not as easy as saying it in words. The amount of magic you use is unusual."

"I mean, very few people can use it...?

"Correct. But it's very useful when you can use it. Some can be fixed and put into that state once used, and some can be used again and again."

For example, when he touches the waist pouch (tentative) while sitting on his hips, Dr. Romanov whines with a bump. Can't you hear me well because it doesn't seem to be the official language of the Kiphoenix Empire that I and Dr. Romanov usually speak?

He's touching the porch. Dr. Romanov's fingertips glow slightly, and that goes all over the porch. It was enough time to blink in the meantime, but still the teacher's forehead was soaked in sweat.

It's a handkerchief I hadn't used yet, and I approach to wipe the teacher's sweat. But unfortunately, I wasn't tall enough.

Still, the intent of the handkerchief I offered seemed to have been conveyed, and when the teacher wiped the sweat with it, he broke his face on the embroidery of the butterflies applied on the corner of the square.

"Brilliant stuff, let's swap pouches with this"

"Huh?

No, the porch and the handkerchief are mine. What?

Dr. Romanov takes off his waist pouch (tentative) and asks me to put a question mark on his face.

"Now I've done some space magic on that porch"

"Huh!? Spatial magic!?

"Whatever you're hiding, I'm a rare user of space magic. And Phoenix Butterfly, on your porch, I just did the 'Item Box' magic. It's semi-permanent."

"Yes, the question! What's an" item box "?

"What is an 'item box'..."

It seems that the early story is like a pocket connected to a different space where anything and any number of things can be stored, not a water-colored raccoon from a previous life, but a cat-shaped communication doll.

However, unlike there, the tolerance is limited to the amount of money in my room. Still, as long as I'm putting it in there, it seems that the time has stopped, and instead of putting food in it and not rotting, if I put it in it with a whisper, when I put it out, I can do it with a whisper?

"Ugh!? Oh, my God! No, it's amazing! I can't have it!

"No, it's an equivalent exchange for me."

"Yes, because! That, I just embroidered it!?

"Phoenix, I didn't dare to tell you, but the Spirit is very fond of plants and works that become the hands of one with" green hands "and" blue hands "."

"Heh... really?"

"Yes. So, if you're wearing even one thing that says so, the Spirit takes the liberty of reinforcing the magic. My cape has ten elf-like condors embroidered by you, Phoenix Butterfly. In percentage terms, I can expect a slight increase of about 50% when I use magic without anything."

"Huh!? O, 50% more!?

"That's also a light estimate, right? And with this handkerchief, we can expect more reinforcement, a splendid equivalent exchange."

Yep!? Seriously!?

I didn't know that worked on Nasca's terrestrial paintings, which I was interested in teasing.

To its surprise, honestly, the fact that my father was an adopted son had completely fallen out of his mind.