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

I can't breathe, I can't feel the heat in the back of my eyes.

I am reminded once again of the weight and ugliness of my body in footsteps lacking in doodles and elegance.

White pigs are white pigs, after all.

Whether the memory of a previous life is born, or magic is born into skill, pigs are only pigs.

Whether I was dying or alive, my parents were nothing but oblivious.

Turning around the corner of the hallway, at the end is my room. If I wanted to escape quickly and ran unconsciously, there would be more and more shocks that would never be light.

By the way, what I heard rolling down the hallway was a woman screaming, and Mr. Rottenmeyer had a buttcake in the hallway just like me when I woke up as a hag.

"Young lady...?

Mr. Rottenmeyer's figure seeps blurry, then the heat behind his eyes gradually moves to his cheek.

At the same time as a beast's groaning voice came out of his throat, he burst into tears.

My father's eyes on me are an abominable sign of untruthfulness, and my mother turns her aversion to dew and hateful eyes at me. Hatred and hostility. I mean, I was clearly their enemy.

My parents' faces, my voice, I didn't remember, not because I was an asshole's kid, but because if I hadn't seen my parents' faces properly in the first place, I'd never have listened to my voice.

I guess the adults around me knew I was even hated instead of being loved by my parents and instead kept me away from the two of them.

Even this time, Mr. Rottenmeyer told me the circumstances so that I could never have any hope of being liked or not being hurt beforehand.

And yet if you come with me......

Sorcery is now available, more than I could have done just a little while ago. So just for a moment, I was wondering if you'd like it.

How shallow of you to have been properly advised not to use it, but to cry on your own hurting for what you couldn't have done.

I'm ashamed of myself.

Wipe the next water that falls out of your eyes.

I must apologize for faking my advice.

"Oh, my God, that's so sweet... right... ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh..."

"Young lady......!

Stop crying, stop crying!

Rub your eyes with a mess and fist and stop the tears that force you to come out. It's lame that you can't speak well by squeaking up words, too.

"... hih... or no... sorry..."

"Young lady..."

If I haven't chewed my lips off for a long time, I'm still going to fall tears, put my nails up in my gripping palm, and shake off all sorts of things with pain.

It's okay now. I won't fail from next.

"I'll wash your face."

If it's true, I guess I should help Mr. Rottenmeyer up. But if I touch Mr. Rottenmeyer now, he's going to be sweet and crying again.

Take the road you came back again on the other hand with a quick leg and head to the washroom on the ground floor.

Like the water supply of the previous life, here too, if you twist the faucet, the water is starting to come out, but there is a magical stone somewhere that has been magically put out or stopped, and it seems to be a mechanism for performing magical manipulations with the opening and closing of the faucet.

Even if it's sad, if you're thinking about something different, tears seem to soak up.

That's how 'I' is the owner of the habit of relieving damage, he says, and it definitely throws doubts about the world to his head.

Rub your eyes a little harder with the mess and wipe with the handkerchief you had.

With that said, I might sculpt it with a knife in the soap, but I might want to do it once.

Plug into a staircase headed to your own room where you don't know how many times you wandered around just today, thinking about not taking it away from you.

Then I saw a little shadow on the dance floor.

Mr. Leggles.

Pepper tap the handrail of the stairs on the lack of location, or try to crouch down and roll the red velvet.

What the hell is that kid like?

Mine, brother.

I can't go home without going by that kid's side to get back to my room.

I know you don't have to shy away, but I'll stick around and get as close to the stairs as I can to avoid that kid's sight. Then, from behind you, Leggles, a man appeared who said something about my mother's servant, Sebastian, all the time.

He can't see me as the shadow of an object just installed on the stairs.

Looking around with some slightly dark eyes, Leggles reaches out to your back as he plays on the edge of the stairs.

If it falls, it's dangerous, so I thought you'd stop it.

Contrary to my thoughts as I was blurring, a hand wrapped in a man's glove pushed a ton and a toddler's back.

"What!?" Not long after surprise, my leaning body falls fast down the stairs to the front, or my feet rush out to you on their own, Leggles.

"Yikes!? Master Leggles!?

I hear a girl screaming. But I can't help it.

I may not make it with a run that lacks doodles and grace. Still saying, "In time! Because I wish, I felt my body was very light.

Leggles, hold that body in, especially to protect your head, before your body is knocked down the stairs.

But falling down the stairs seemed unprotected, abominably tongued by the flipping vision, I saw Sebastian's swallow tail fleeing.

I wonder, the shock and pain that strikes my back on my ass and finally my head.

Goro and Leggles, I'm going down the stairs with you in my arms.

It is also quite painful to rub skin on the corners of walls and stairs when falling.

Still, when I punched my body hard enough, I got to the floor or I never fell any further.

My head tears up because of my body shaking violently.

And, in my arms, Mozomozo and Leggles, you move, and the head that was lying on my stomach moves, to look directly at that face.

Blonde, cool blue eyes, brown skin. A sweet face that makes you imagine your future ambition, similar to the Father who makes it.

And the moment I sighed at it, my head would accidentally turn white.

And then--

Calling me 'brother... is also a dirty pig. Be prepared.'

To the voice of a young man full of majesty, I raise my face. Then the mansion was engulfed in flames, and I saw a blonde hair very similar to my father, a young man with blue eyes wrapped in a gorgeous military uniform, swinging his sword down against me...

- Oh, my God, this kid (Leggles) is gonna kill me one day.

On the verge of losing my mind, I was convinced and convinced by the footage floating behind my brain for some reason.