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

I opened it overnight from the fact of the shock and it was the day my parents got home.

I'm still feeling weird and very fluffy.

Even if I go for a routine walk, I'm kind of floating around and not getting myself in.

I could not sing inside when I went to the princess in such a state, and I was surprised that the princess threw up all the circumstances.

"I don't know... it's going to be a play"

"Yes, I am, but I don't have a bad feeling about it. I was a party."

of the bully and blouse hem, touch the embroidered flowers yourself and squirm.

I am not liked by my parents in the first place. That was taught to Mr. Rottenmeyer.

Yet I have some anticipation in me that "I'm family" and "I haven't seen my face in a year or so".

On the other hand, I don't think you should expect it, maybe... whatever.

I get a louder sigh. And there was a wrinkle between the princess's eyebrows.

"That's enough, back off today"

"Uh... but..."

"At that rate, you won't be able to consciously sing the magic nerve or anything like that. It just hurts my throat that I sang a song at that time. Go home early today and rest your throat."

With that said, your figure disappeared in the flowers.

I sigh and pull my heavy legs back into the mansion.

I felt a number of carefree glances along the way, but I can't afford to say hello to it.

Drop dirt and dust when you get to your footwear at will. Then I deliberately noticed the front door of the mansion was noisy.

Apparently, my mother arrived.

Following the reverse propagation of the blurring to the pedigree, Mr. Rottenmeyer was greeting people with a respectful bow in the hall of the front door.

A woman with dark hair, purple eyes, clear white skin, who looked just like me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

An eye holding something of that stare conceived aversion and hatred as soon as it captured me, a thin, tidy brow bounced up, and a finger wrapped in fat so much that the ring lifted pointed at me.

"Rottenmeyer! Do the sole somewhere! It's unpleasant!"

"Ma'am......!?

The cut of gold echoes in the entrance hall. It's so painful in my ear, it pokes at my chest.

When I was distracted, a man pulling my mother's hand told Mr. Rottenmeyer with contempt.

"Do it someplace soon."

"... disrespectful! The young lady is revealed to be the son of Kikunai, what a way to listen to her mouth when she is a servant!

"I'm sorry about this. But your wife is offended. Because it is my servant's duty to do so to the Lord."

My mother wraps her arms around the arms of a man who gestures to get rid of even dogs. That gaze had a mesmerizing, then somewhat drooling calorie, and when I accidentally missed my eye, Mr. Rottenmeyer let his body break in between me and my mothers all the time.

"The room is ready as you indicated, please rest there"

"Okay, take me, Sebastian"

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Is it something I shouldn't feel bad about?

My mother has a mother's life, too. I can't help but say that I like other men as far as my father is concerned.

But it's my mother.

I didn't want to see you snuggle up on another man.

Biting her lips softened the heat behind her eyes just a little bit.

From today on, we're all busy.

Let's pick it up in our own room so we don't bother our hands.

If you think so, you have a flutter and a big hand on your shoulder.

"Shall I study?"

"Yes, Doctor"

As I was going up the stairs upstairs to return to my room accompanied by Dr. Romanov, the doorway became noisy again.

Opening the heavier door, he came in a long man with brown skin with golden hair, blue eyes, Kaisel beard and a magnificent length, and a toddler with blonde hair and brown skin on his arm as well.

Some maid clothing girl had flax hair stretched from behind to her shoulders.

My father and I are not alike at all.

I'm just like that guy's hated woman, and I know exactly what that guy wants to keep away from me.

It was a gentle, merciful look at the toddler and he was talking about something, and as soon as he saw me upstairs he lost the temperature.

But with a slight frown, I immediately transfer my gaze to my neighbor, Dr. Romanov.

"You are the famous Sir Alexei Romanov..."

"It's Master Left, my lord. I beg your pardon from high ground."

"It doesn't extend to apologizing. Quick, but about my son Leggles..."

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have your class, Phoenix Butterfly."

I turn my merciful eyes to you again, the toddler in my arm, Leggles. But the teacher blocks my father's words and walks out holding my hand.

A big sigh fell on its back. If you look back, you bump into the eyes that look at me abominably.

"Sir Romanov. I appreciate your dedication, but I have no expectations of Sole. All I expect is Leggles. What you call a waste of time, such as putting it on a child that won't hang on a chopstick or stick anyway. I want to talk about Leggles."

Making it, it sounded like it didn't matter.

I'm a child that doesn't matter to my father, and the child in that arm is translating.

Leggles, you seem to deserve a famous teacher Romanoff's godson, like you can say from your parents' mouth, with such a child.

Pull the force out of the hand that was holding the teacher's hand.

"Doctor, I'm studying, so please talk to me first..."

I can't wait.

Pretending not to notice Dr. Romanov's voice calling me off, I escaped the scene.