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

"You take your eyes off me for a second and you make all sorts of things."

After dinner, while studying, Dr. Romanov rubbed his jaw slightly and said something like that.

The gaze is apparently toward you, Leggles, who took too many naps and blew up his drowsiness, and the cloth picture book (tentatively) that I made with him.

Thanks to the chef's hard work for dinner, the unsweetened pudding 'Steamed Eggs in Stock' appeared to talk about cloth picture books in the course of that story.

"If you don't have a textbook, you should make one! Really? You're the owner of the boulder Blue Hand."

"Textbooks are not as good as that. I'm not sure what to teach a three-year-old."

"No, no, be modest. Mr. Rottenmeyer said that you, Phoenix Butterfly, are looking to teach the people through your education. It struck me how splendid it was to think about the lives of the people."

Um, that's a little different.

I simply made a hopeful observation that Kikunai's obsolescence would be good if human resources were depleted, so to speak, an escape.

One grows up, so the depletion of human resources can do anything if we can afford to hold on to a long span if we invest in education. But be honest if you have problems with the land or the culture itself.

But if you can raise a human being who can put females in the lesion, too, you'll have winding eyes.

This is what the rice mound was all about. Maybe.

When we talk about that, Dr. Romanov looks extremely serious.

"In other words, I want to develop people that I can use when I become a lord...... Leggles, you're going to sit on your right arm."

"No way! I haven't thought of anything that splendid. There's not enough power in me to do anything to the people, and there's not enough to do it. But in the house, Leggles, there's only a few things you can do. That's all."

Because Kikunai's successor is Leggles. Because he's gonna kill me.

I don't want to die, but I can assure you that the footage I saw at the fall of the stairs is something that's going to happen in the future and why.

Then by the time we get there, we have to do what we can.

If he dies, until then, I don't know later. How irresponsible.

"But if it works, you want to tap into it and set up an early childhood education system, don't you?

"Hopefully. But I don't have a real hand, and I need you to work hard on that."

"The ex-hander does...... but will your father lay such an educational system on the inhabitants?

"That's... uh... but if we imprint the importance of education on you now Regulus...!

"That's a hopeful observation."

Ugh, sure.

On a moff-moff cloth laid in the center of the room, a tight or saggy little seam made of felt, with a small hand, Leggles, you are well buttoned to a stop.

It's really hard to grow up healthy with one child.

That being said, the days are past...... about the third day that you, the princess, said 'wait'.

Leggles, you stuck this cloth picture book I made again in a tote bag that I could make with my shoulders on, and I was putting on my waist pouch, as usual, to climb up to the time of my daily song.

Repeating the same thing every day seems good for cultivating patience. Continuity is power.

The peony, blown and rocking by a refreshing summer breeze at the approximate rate, evokes fresh emotion each time, rather than getting tired of seeing it every day.

It seems to be blooming without withering, always different from the fun, unlike yesterday when it was elegant, today it smells glossy.

"Good Morning"

"Oh yes!

"Uhm, Daiyi"

When I loosen up the thin silk dough fan, I invite a princess or a hand.

It's called "Let's get close," Leggles. If I pull your hand to the princess's knee, she tells me to put my hand on it, so I obey.

Then a brightly colored geometry, petals, and butterfly-dancing paper fell on the palm of his hand. This.

"Origami!? Ya, chiyo paper...?!?

"Huh, how about that. Beautiful."

"Yes! Awesome!

On a bright piece of paper in my hand, Leggles said, "Clean!" That's when it happens. Children are really honest when they say this. I really like this, too.

"Wow, this is awesome...!

"Well, well, well. I let Igor make it anyway."

Something came up that didn't even fly.

Speaking of Igor, wasn't that the name of God who directs the technology and medicine, wind and commerce that Dr. Romanov taught you?

"Huh!? God Handmade!?

"Oh, my God, yeah. I didn't know his name in the habit of saying I didn't know about his concubine."

"Oh, and then I studied so much!

"Hmm. Well, fine."

The princess raised her eyebrows only slightly uncomfortably, but that's all. I hear there's a more important case.

"Come on," he said, flashing a flickering dough fan.

"Huh?"

"What are you ringing in a dumb voice? Make something for the concubine. I thought you said that if you had beautiful paper, you would offer something to your concubine"

I didn't say that.

No, I said, "There's a beautiful piece of paper ~" because I thought the origami made with a thousand generations of paper would suit the princess's hand.

But that's what I got in the corner.

Remove the rug from the waist porch and you will be seated. [M] She also seemed to expect something, and when she took one piece of beautiful geometric paper out of the bundle of thousand pieces she received, she messed up her eyes.

First, fold the paper into squares into rectangles. Turn it back and fold the top and bottom edges again to match the fold you just made.

When the paper is opened, when the square is folded so that it can be sixteen sides, now fold it diagonally so that it is triangular, and run the fold line to both the left and right.

Bend and fold, open in triangles and close in squares, repeatedly creating a blade-like swell, thinly and thinly folding the ends of the wings on the lower side of either left or right.

The only thing I could do with the rest of my feathers on top...

"Hey!"

"Oh, clever......!

With a 3D butterfly on your palm, of course, the princess sighs and Leggles cheers.

Was the princess satisfied, when she pinched the butterflies out of my palm, she put them on a thin silk dough fan.

"Uhm, brilliant. I'll take this. Instead, I'll do the rest of the paper, so make something for the chick."

"Thank you"

"Thank you!

Apparently, she liked it.

Watch that beautiful pattern carefully again in an attempt to fix the thousand pieces of paper I received to my waist porch. To give to a child, if you exhale cheeky into a tattoo that is too beautiful, the princess laughs like you rolled the bell.

"Are you attracted to me?

"Yes......! It's so beautiful!

"Hehe, if you do, I'll tell Igor what I think"

"Yes, thank you for such beautiful paper, please tell me"

"Uhm."

Holds the paper in a waist pouch while bluffing.

Well, I'm curious.

"With that said, how did you make this paper?

"Yeah? That's Igor's area, so the concubine doesn't know. I don't know... he talks a lot when he doesn't even hear it's going to be his specialty. Sure, what about 'Hangi'..."

"Hangi...... 'Printed Tree'!?

"What do you know"

"No, you say you know..."

In the memory of the previous life, there is certainly something called a print. It is also referred to as wooden printing using it and printing hard copy that has further developed it.

Explained, the princess's eyes narrowed.

"I see, there was certainly some technology here that would be 'wooden printing'... is there any other way in the other world?"

"I don't know how it works or how it works...... But I was wondering if the book would benefit me a lot if it came out easy."

"For example?"

For example, will the first thing that comes to mind when asked is that it will still be easy to share wisdom and knowledge?

When I tell her that, the princess snorts at you for not being stuck.

"Humans are the only ones who gain, and concubines have no interest whatsoever"

"... it's..."

The princess's gaze pierces me.

If the princess can't give me the answer I'm convinced of here, that's probably the end of the story about this technology. I shouldn't do that. My instincts complain.

Do you have any hands?

When I was thinking about it, you got tired of the exchange between me and the princess, and Leggles was pulling out the picture book and sewing it up tight, and he was starting to play alone.

It's like a play. That gives me a lightning flash.

"Princess, in a world where books come out easily, you may be able to see the play of" Garden of the Horse ""

"What!?

"You might not call it that brilliant, but you might be able to musical"

"What do you mean?!? Learn more...!

Here's a cough for you, princess.

"The play has a script, and it's something the actor plays on its muscles. I don't know what it's like to play in this world, but at least all the actors in my previous life were playing on that script. A script is a book that covers the detailed flow of a story, the dialogue that actors say in scenes."

"Hmm, go on"

"It can be lost if one of you tells them it's an oral biography, and there can be an error in one's memory. But with scripts, you can change the same play, the one who plays the same dialogue, and have fun again and again. I mean, if you write the play I remember from what, from the dialogue, and script it, you can reproduce the play I saw to some extent, even without me!

"Keep it as a record...... sure"

"But there's another problem"

"Um, what?

"The low literacy rate. Leaving it as a corner record doesn't make sense if you can't read it. No Academics Needed for Civilians!? No! Academics are needed by everyone! Because if you can't read the script, you can't read the script! If you can't read the score, you can't sing the song right! If the audience can't understand the meaning of dialogue and lyrics, the play won't be appreciated! How can art be so obsolete if it is not appreciated! Because the rating will remain valuable and the value will replace the money! Actors have to eat, too. They're dead!

"Oh... yeah"

"To grow a good actor, you have to create a situation where you can drop money on the play first. You shouldn't be ashamed of that. Because you will be tricked into working at unfairly low wages or exploited. Otherwise, if we receive the price of working properly, and our daily lives begin to go properly, and if we can afford to live yet, humans will seek entertainment. Put your play into that entertainment!

"I see...... If humans drop their money on the play that way, that's where business forms. That's why competition is created, and it's an incisive environment…"

"It won't be easy to carry..."

This is close to rambling on the airline theory on the desk.

But the stability of life is essential for the development of entertainment. I knew I needed academics for stability in my life, and I think I need books.

Well, with a five-year-old brain miso, I can't convince you any more.

Looks like it'll overheat.

I'm getting a little rough. As I manage to fix my breath, the princess distorts your appearance.

Soon after I thought it was strange, the guiding pontificate five-year-old's brain miso seemed to have overheated, and his vision dimmed.