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

It was the morning of the day when my father and mother were coming home.

I was on a routine walk.

Mr. Rottenmeyer hasn't spoken to me, and my time passes as usual.

That's right.

It's everyone who works for the Mansion that gets busy because my parents are coming home, not me.

Prepare meals for bedding in the room and even dine in the lodges of those who arrive as escorts for their parents. All preparations will be made for Mr. Rottenmeyer.

As an adult, it was about Dr. Romanoff who wasn't any different, and as always, he bought Mr. Rottenmeyer's help and left.

I still practice songs with Princess Baihua today.

Surrounded by galleries of raccoons, foxes, ravens and little birds, which have increased in the last couple of days, today's song comes from the classic.

"Um, I like it today. It's good to have swelling, so I'll sing Habanella."

"Hmm, okay. I'm gonna ask you, so, yeah."

Inhale deeper and help your abs. Conscious of the magic nerves, as they always say.

"Habanella" is a love song sung by a heroine to invite Don Jose in Bizee opera Carmen, which was supposed to be a song sung by a mature woman.

If I could sing in my still immature male or female voice, I wouldn't have a hue or a snag, but this was the song I liked swollen and "I" liked.

Whether it was an exotic language or a rebirth because he likes it, he remembered it so much that he couldn't leave with a snuggle in his heart.

When he finishes singing with his breath out all the time, he bows with his arm against his chest.

And the princess has come a long way.

"What is' opera '?

"Is it 'Opera'?

"Mm-hmm. In the meantime, I heard" Opera in the Garden "and" Mi-ju Karu "because of my tutor. What the hell do you mean? Explain!"

"Ah, yes!

Even so, I don't know strictly.

In the meantime, twitch the memories of 'me'.

"When I say 'opera', I incorporate into my play the music of a gorgeous orchestra and the singer's songs and leaps, and when I say 'musical', it's like I've made that a little more common?

"Hmm, songs and leaps follow the play..."

"So when I say" Opera of the Garden of the Song, "I mean" Opera "is about the musical, but when I say" Garden of the Song, "the performer is about the troupe of women only. It's a gorgeous, unique and beautiful troupe of men and women."

I can't keep up with words about other places, can I?

I'm only in memory, too, so I can't tell you well, but the stage in which the gorgeous, beautiful, and then glossy dandysm men interweave with their supple, elegant, clear, and then core strength daughters is not only the beauty of the figure, but also the wonderful songs that sing aloud with beauty, and elaborate and elaborate costumes and stage devices and accessories are also artistic.

Hmm, you showed me the memory in my head!

I see. Let me show you.

"Heh?

Say no, the princess suddenly gave in directly in front of my face. Plus, because I'm going to pair my forehead with a trick or something!

Peony shaky hair shakes more and more, with small lips glossy peaches. The cheeks are red as a rose, and the lashes are long enough to sound every time they blink.

Along with a slight rub of clothes every time you move, Princess, the smell of fragrant flowers wraps me fluffy, which is already comfortable.

Ahhhhh! Trouble, princess! Your face is too close and your face is ticklish -! Ahhhhh! Princess, I'm in trouble -!!

As I turned my eyes to the beauty of so many princesses, I was slapped in the head with a parsley and a group fan.

"It's weird! I'm looking at your memory now, because of your concentration!

"Hiya!

That's why when I meditate my eyes not to look at your face, Princess, I diligently dig out my previous memories.

Played on a glittering and gorgeous stage are the love, youth and the revolution of the fatherland of a man dressed as Reiman.

Love and pity that a childhood friend of mine who watches will not have in her hearts or in the way of the young queen she serves. All of them are colored with beautiful singing and dialogue, causing an inspiring storm.

"Oh my God... there is such a vivid world in the other world......!?

"Huh! Straw servants, often, shiitake!

Your face is just as bright, Princess, and the white pig is sore.

Turn your eyes fluttered and away from the princess, you get a sleigh and a buttcake. When I got back to sanity with the pain in my butt, the princess and I laughed.

"That's an out-of-the-box good pick. From time to time, I'll show you my memories. This is a reward."

It was a peach about the size of my face that was thrown at me to take it, and it smelled so sweet that my stomach was just about full.

"Thanks, looks so delicious......!

"Um, my concubine will vouch for the flavor."

With that said, the princess faded satisfactorily and was fluttered and melted by the wind.

I'd say I'm already satisfied today.

When I'm in the west porch where Dr. Romanov modified me, with the peaches I got on my hips, I walk towards the mansion, too.

The animals in the gallery also disappear into themselves and into implantation. They really seem to be coming to hear the song and don't go home vandalizing the garden.

Running and walking down the road to the mansion, it became a natural sight for everyone, and the people working at the mansion said hello when they saw it, but they were no longer surprised.

Open the heavily painted door.

The mansion had a hall and a staircase leading upstairs as soon as the entrance was opened on two floors. My room is upstairs, so when I tried to raise the stairs, I was stopped.

"Young lady, I need to talk to you"

It was Dr. Romanoff with a bitter face and Mr. Rottenmeyer who, after all, lowered his eyebrows to eight letters.