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

Wink, who flew in, overkill a brilliant white pig, but he wasn't usually familiar with you, Leggles, the beautiful toddler, or the pretty girl's own appearance, apparently, which didn't work for Mr. Utsunomiya.

I've been staring at Dr. Romanov for a long time, but more than that, I'd like you to step aside, Regulus.

Besides, if I'm done talking, I'd like to have breakfast and go to my routine. I'd like to change for that.

"Um, if you're done talking, I'd like you all to leave for a moment. I want to change."

When I said that, Dr. Romanov and Mr. Utsunomiya caught a glimpse of it.

"What are you talking about? You're not the kind of body you can get dressed by yourself right now."

"Oh, yeah. Because I fell sheltered from Master Leggles, I feel more burdened than you can fall alone!

"Huh!? Really? It doesn't hurt that bad..."

The moment I did wake up was so painful in my body that I thought it was hell, but now it's nothing.

On the contrary, bandages wrapped around arms and flatulence fasten the joints, making them difficult to move.

Yeah, it's a hassle. Take it.

It's surreal to take the end of a bandage wrapped around your arm and peel it off, which is similar to peeling vinyl from a fish sausage you've seen in your previous life.

"You shouldn't, Mr. Phoenix!? Scratch disorder...... Huh?

"Oh, that? No scratches."

"Was there a scratch?

The same puffy meat is shaking under the bandage as usual.

I removed the bandage to see if that was the case elsewhere, and without the mole, there would be no scratches.

Mr. Utsunomiya and Dr. Romanov are stunned, and I shall be decent.

Then Dr. Romanov said, "Ah!" He raised his voice.

"Could it be that the peach I was eating with you earlier was from the princess!?

"Oh, yes. Yes, but... did I, did I tell my teacher?

"No, this morning, Phoenix went to tell you that your injury prevented you from visiting the princess."

The princess, who heard that I had fallen down the stairs, praised the willow brow and said, "Try to cure it, come and sing for my concubine." At that time, I was able to see that I was fixing the peaches I had received from the princess on my waist porch without eating them yet.

"'Eat that thing fast. Let's get out of here. He said," If you don't take care of yourself for the rest of your life, I'll tell you again. "

"That peach, did it work like that... So after just eating a slice, you lost your physical pain."

"Hmm? A slice, is it?

"Oh, yes. Leggles, I'm so hungry that I almost fed you...... couldn't you?

You know what your name was called, Leggles, you're going to fall asleep. You open your eyes.

But, Leggles, to you, Dr. Romanoff, without even turning his gaze, stepped down his neck to the side.

"I don't think there's a problem......, Phoenix, are you sure you're okay now?

"Yes, I thought it was hell before I ate peaches, but after I ate it, I completely forgot"

Leggles, get your head off the bed, and I'll also take the bandage that was wrapped around your leg. The meat shows up beautifully, but there are no scratches or moles after all.

"Well, I've heard rumors, but 'Sendao' is something amazing."

Dr. Romanov, who observed my whole body without blemishes, was impressed and shrugged. Princess, your peaches were apparently amazing enough to be rumored. Am I glad you got it?

Mr. Utsunomiya behaved strangely at Mr. Utsunomiya, shaking you Leggles, lifting your arms, and this one said something like, "What's a Sendao..." or "Is this it?" or whining.

Something tells me she's the one who gets hooked, too.

He seemed to convince me that there were no razors or horns, and I would ask Mr. Utsunomiya and Dr. Romanov to exit for a change of clothes.

As usual when I got my blouse and pants out of the tans and changed, a modest knock came and Mr. Rottenmeyer asked for permission to enter the room.

When I open the door accordingly, Mr. Rottenmeyer, who picked the hem of his skirt properly, bows his head with a tense face.

"Young lady, Master Leggles, your husband and wife are waiting for you in the reception room. As you are with Dr. Romanov and Mr. Utsunomiya..."

"Er... yes, I understand"

I don't think what you're talking about is between me and those two, but if they're calling me, I have to go. Would saying that with Dr. Romanov and Mr. Utsunomiya lead to an earlier "son-in-law emperor style of ~"?

I don't mind, but I wake you up sleeping Leggles.

Well, I don't know about calling an injured child, but from the light of my existence, is it a reasonable treatment?

If you told me to come, I'd have to go.

Led by Mr. Rottenmeyer, when all four of them went to the reception room, my father and mother sat facing each other on a couch that also had a beautiful sheen of leather on it. Behind my mother, Sebastian also refrains.

"I've brought you"

"Oh......"

It was my father who moved in response to Mr. Rottenmeyer's voice, recommending a seat to Dr. Romanoff. Then when I put him in the recommended seat for what I thought, he put me on that knee.

"Phoenix, you're hurt. You can't do that."

"No, no, no! Because it's heavy!?

"I'm not saying it's as light as a feather, but it doesn't bother me."

Ugh, it's definitely heavy.

But I can't get it off your knees because no matter how flimsy you are, Dr. Romanov is holding me down disappointed.

I touched it and figured it out, but Dr. Romanov seems to be the type to make him wear it, and his touching thighs and arms are indefinitely successful. I'm jealous of fine machos and stuff.

I resent the puffy luxury meat in my stomach by comparison.

"... I heard the story from Rottenmeyer. Apologize for the disrespect of our Utsunomiya."

"Well!? I can't believe we're home! Sir Romanov, that daughter has no connection or itch with our home. You can cook it if you want!

When I wonder if my father apologized with a bitter face, my mother denies it with a cut of gold.

"Damn, this is why the servants in the shitty houses are in trouble. Ignorant and shameless! I can't believe the Lord of Sir Alexei Romanov, an Imperial Certified Hero, is just a son-in-law adoptive style!

"You think it's a good idea!? To get the man, whatever the ugly woman who didn't mind shaping said!

"What the hell!?

Say this as a tutor. What do you say we show our customers?

Looking around, Mr. Rottenmeyer made a mess of it first, and Mr. Utsunomiya, with your hands connected, is going to lie down and cry. Behind her mother's back, Sebastian, standing with her arms turned around her back, is laughing funny at Niyaniya.

It wouldn't even be good for my mother to be in a position to show such a crazy talking fight to others. This man may be a kind of race where one's misfortune seems to taste like honey rather than being faithful to his mother or something.

And when Dr. Romanov says, he notices my gaze and gives a bullshit a mouth angle.

I sighed softly and I tried to raise my hand "yes, questions".

"Yes, Mr. Phoenix. What is it?

"What are you, an imperial certified hero?

The words of my father and mother stop in a slight way on this word.

"An Imperial Certified Hero is a person who holds a license, a testament that His Majesty the Emperor has recognized as a hero, and who gets a license if there is a great contribution or great merit to the nation."

"Really? Doctor, you're an amazing elf."

"Yeah, well. Because of this, I defeated a dragon by myself that the country couldn't defeat by pointing two divisions at."

"............... I don't know how strong you are!

"Mm-hmm. I don't know either. Whatever it is, it was about a hundred years ago, and it's more level now than it was then. For this reason, the warrant reads: 'Forgive anything other than pointing the blade at the rest, and make it clear that you do not have to drool your head over anything you do not intend. Only the emperor, except that which thou mayest seek, will thy Lord not allow any man to compel thee to submit. I mean, unless I want to, only His Majesty the Emperor is my superior."

It wasn't a great place.

This is bad for Mr. Utsunomiya. I didn't know it like I did...... so you could push it through, but what about as a noble socially 'Kikunai family'?

"I don't think Phoenix Butterfly, a five-year-old, knows me in any way. I didn't dare tell you either, because I was stopping Mr Rottenmeyer. But hey, even if you were chosen as your Lord's tutor, what about not asking/saying you won't look into it as a guardian?"

I knew it was none.

But then, the problem with that house that didn't properly educate the guardian has nothing to do with Kikunai... I'm sorry. It will also be Count Kikunai's 'Separate Mansion'.

Well, how do we get it cleaned up? What more should I do to not paint any more shame than to say a show of arms as a nobleman or something? I wonder what my father and mother will do.

I peek softly, but they just let the crazy talk fight resume, and I never get on with it.

Let's sort this out for now.

The first aim of my father was to put Dr. Romanov in your tutor, Regulus, and Dr. Romanov turned it down. But I'm not convinced by Mr. Utsunomiya's reasons for saying no, and I'm rubbing it so much now because Dr. Romanov bit me.

So why did Dr. Romanoff turn down your tutor, Leggles?

"I know Dr. Romanoff is a great Mr. Elf, but because he's famous for it, my father wanted Dr. Romanoff to be your teacher, right?

"Sounds like it, but I refused."

"May I ask why?

"I just wasn't interested."

"Didn't interest you, did you?"

"Yes, because... if I let go of my eyes a little closer to you, I'll develop skills, I can't afford to have an interesting kid like you, but I can't afford it."

Oh, my God, it's my fault. I feel sorry for that.

"No, but, look, Leggles, you could be a kid with skills all of a sudden, too. Half the blood is connected."

"Maybe so, but if you look at a kid with a 'green hand' and a 'blue hand' at the age of five, you still say that's all it takes to make him interesting"

"Leggles, if you spend some time here, you might have a" blue hand "and a" green hand "."

"Well, isn't Phoenix your second fry? You make it more and more interesting. So I can't convince you from that line."

"Uh, no..."

When the puffiness swells, Dr. Romanov's hands crush the airy cheeks with his thighs.

Mr. Utsunomiya looked surprised, but you just stared at me, Leggles.

Well, if this doesn't work, let's attack from a different place.

"Well, I'll attack you from the point of view of your teacher's employment contract."

"When was the employment contract? That's a positive attack."

"Yes, it would be better if Mr. Utsunomiya missed the attack. Finally, if Utsunomiya is eating the Kikunai family's bustle, why didn't you listen to my father..."

"I guess so, in that case, you put it badly"

"I think so. I'm very sorry about that."

"I've accepted your apology, so you can overlap it."

"Thank you. So, for the record, what kind of contract do you and Kikunai have?

"Uh... that's it, shall I ask Mr. Rottenmeyer about it"

Dr. Romanov, speaking to Mr. Rottenmeyer, is serene in the same atmosphere as in class.

My parents also hustle and bustle quietly as lies.

"I will sit on the matter, but Kikunai will not sit in any employment relationship with Sir Alexei Romanov."

"Huh!?

What the hell!? Weren't you a tutor?

When I opened my eyes to surprise, Dr. Romanov was nibbling, like a child whose pranks had succeeded.

"Nobles in the Empire who were asked by Imperial Certified Heroes to provide accommodation and meals will not be forgiven for refusing to do so. My Kikunai was asked by Sir Romanov to provide accommodation and meals, and in return, he is only a favorite young tutor."

"No!? Positive attack was not the most positive attack -!?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Phoenix."

Yeah, I mean, tutors volunteer. No compulsion can be imposed on volunteers.

Kikunai has no compulsion whatsoever over Dr. Romanov. Stuffed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Leggles. I couldn't convince you..."

"No!? Young lady, if you give up, that's where the game ends!?

I was secretly surprised that Utsunomiya had come up with some very nostalgic dialogue with me holding my fist and supporting this one.