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

Once upon a time, there was a man.

No, blah, not that long ago, going back six to seven years.

At a party at a certain aristocratic mansion, a certain man and woman met.

The man is certainly the second son of a nobleman, but a poor nobleman, who seems to be lacking in tomorrow's meal, and the woman is wealthy in the empire.

Originally, the man was not in a position to go to a party or anything, but he had to attend because the nobleman who had the party happened to be his immediate supervisor.

A wealthy housewife, distraught at a glance by such a man, approaches the man with such a hand, but the man is never overwhelmed.

That too, the man had a future to pledge to.

The woman was furious.

Even though the woman who was born in the Count's house has done everything she could not have thought of until then, nor has she been rejected by a man.

Yet the man didn't even look to such a woman, he was just merciful of the person he had sworn to.

That is not acceptable to a woman.

Letting the man's parents and brother mock the money, the three were happy to try to offer the man to the woman.

But then the man abandoned the house, and leaned against the house of whom he had vowed.

Hundred times more adorable and hateful to a man who doesn't leave it to himself. The woman finally put pressure on the man's precious opponent's house.

The house of a man's precious counterpart is also a house only named after a nobleman. There is no way you can turn the Count family against the enemy and live in the Empire.

As a result, the man adopts his son-in-law in the woman's house to protect his precious opponent.

The man hated the woman, but he makes the boy money the following year.

Under imperial law, nobles who made money on men could never be divorced.

I thought all the women had become good to themselves. But the same thing happened to a man.

Backwards, the man did not skip the woman who had become his wife, but welcomed the person who had taken the form of a betrayal into the side room and left for the other mansion.

"... the man in this story is my father and the woman is my mother, right?

"I will sit at your left."

"I mean, I'm the man who can't keep the two of us apart..."

Ugh, stuffed.

Meet Mr. Rottenmeyer and Dr. Romanov in the front, in the reception room.

Keeping up lighter is all about wanting to get away from reality, and I'm not really kidding.

My headache hurts. That was the real deal.

But it's not the only thing that's not good for mental health.

"The letter states that the other residence died of an epidemic disease the other day, so that he would prepare for the upbringing because he would accompany his left three-year-old child..."

"Huh!? What's your kid, huh? Do you have a sister or brother?!?

"... He says he's my brother. One of the caretakers' maids is planning to move it this way."

"Ugh!? Why again!? This is de Country, but this is the main residence of the Count's house!?

"That... that's..."

Does this mean that there is a possibility of obsolescence for me?

Shit, I'm glad I got a job in my hand!

But I'm five years old, and I wonder if there's a place where they throw me out.

Staring at the table, Dr. Romanov opened his mouth as he toured.

"It's okay, Phoenix, it's not going to be what you think. Because it is forbidden under national law for a child born to a concubine by his son-in-law to inherit the traces of the house in which he was adopted, and most importantly because it is seen as a takeover and eats a total skan from the social community"

In a way, it seems to be tantamount to suicide to imitate a nobleman who lives on food for glory and pride to be ejected from such a social circle.

Well, what if you don't have those eyes?

I honestly doubt my sanity about pulling away a child who isn't even old enough to lose his mother from a mansion full of memories he's accustomed to living in.

Besides, it's the home of a hated woman.

"What if I die of abuse! 'And' I 'screams in me.

"Probably after me."

"What?"

Dr. Romanov's unexpected words bring back to reality that just a little thought was about to be taken over by 'me'.

When I looked up and saw Dr. Romanov, there was a bitter grin there.

Mr. Rottenmeyer next door has the same look.

"No, Phoenix, I know you don't, but I, I look pretty celebrity, don't I? as individuals and educators."

"Er... Really?

"That's right. Phoenix, there's a huge discrepancy between what you really know and what you don't. I, Phoenix Butterfly, never thought I'd have a child who didn't know the adventurer's" Alexei Romanoff "in the elves until I met you. You mustn't be chronic."

"Uh... something... sorry Nasai"

He is pushed with his fingers as he circles through the whirling hair of his dusty, lowered head. Raising her head, she had a gentle smile from Dr. Romanov.

"At first, I thought I'd turn down your tutor, too. Mr. Rottenmeyer told me about the situation, because it was something that didn't intrigue me much. But the real you are a strange girl... and now I can't think of anything else to be a teacher other than you"

"Your husband's letter says that the child, Mr. Leggles, wanted a tutor, Dr. Romanoff."

The teacher is happy and grateful. But the son of the Count's son-in-law can't get rid of the Lord's wishes.

Imagine me studying side by side with my brother. Creepy. Absolutely creepy. But let's just say I didn't know it was' brother '.

"Brother" sues in the corner of his mind that "brother" is what takes care of "brother".

I mean, since the 'brother' story came out, this one, it doesn't seem to me like anything else is going on right now.

No, you're not. I feel like I'm being eroded by the 'me' feeling.

This is something, like it's not good.

It feels like my eyes are turning around. I asked Mr Rottenmeyer another thing that bothered him in order to bring back the feeling of being a little distant.

"Um... I somehow figured out that my father hated me. So, what about my mother? What does my mother think of me?

"Your wife... still resembles your husband or stops by..."

"Is it because you can't get away with it?

"There's that too......, the maid chief at the time stopped me while I was pregnant, trying to go on a trip. That put you in a crisis of premature birth, and your life is in danger for both mother and child for a time..."

"... he thinks it's my fault that he's dying,"

"……… I will sit at your left"

Yeah, I figured I'd be stuffed no matter what you think.