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

"That sounds like a famous story in your mansion."

Leggles after lunch your study and nap time.

When I also told Mr. Utsunomiya, who had arrived as a guardian, that your teacher had increased, Mr. Utsunomiya was adept at saying phew.

"Yuansan used to be an adventurer up there, are you famous..."

"One of my predecessors probably knew where it was picked up."

"Heh, yeah..."

As you asked, Mr. Utsunomiya seems to be appealing to you indifferently for his cuteness and wit in order to increase your side.

And then he says, "If you know your enemies and you know yourself, you're not in danger of a hundred wars," and he gathers information from inside the mansion.

"Yes, the previous generation picked me up, not only Yuansan, but also Mr. Rottenmeyer."

"Mr. Rottenmeyer too......!?

"Yes, Mr. Rottenmeyer said he was picked up by his predecessors ahead of him, sold with a mouth drop, just like me, and Yuansan was picked up for being rough because he was forced to retire because of a major injury, although he was painfully successful in the crusade request he received in the guild"

"Are you seriously injured in your mouth loss..."

"By the way, you're a young grandmother, and you're all a little heavily mouthed when it comes to your grandfather,"

Leggles, who plays with spreading the picture book made of cloth, nods at Mr. Utsunomiya's information as he strokes your hair.

I don't remember my parents' faces, so there's no way I can figure that out.

But I guess I'm not the earliest person in the world because I've never had a grandparent's name out of Mr. Rottenmeyer's or anyone else's mouth.

With that said, was there something like a portrait in this mansion?

"Mr. Utsunomiya, how long have you been watching this mansion?

"Everything but your wife's room, when she taught you how to clean about Mr. Rottenmeyer."

"So did you see a likeness of a portrait?

"Ah! That's it!

According to the knowledge gained by Mr. Utsunomiya in his several years of service to that mansion, it seems that roughly noble mansions have portraits of their lords and predecessors.

Because it is the status of the aristocracy to let a painter known as the leading contemporary painter paint a portrait.

Even if there is a library in this Kikunai's main house, there are no portraits or even portraits of previous generations.

"Is it Kikunai's art that parents and children don't get along with..."

"Young lady, how do you know that?

"I simply can't even twist the cost of getting portraits from previous generations, because I'm ashamed of the social community and I can't do it. Because the meeting between my mother and my father is a big noble ball."

"Oh...... I see"

"But it won't have anything to do with the cause of the decline. If the parents and the children were close, they would leave the mother and father with a little more information on how to manage their territory."

I can't tell you all about it. I've never had too many drowning parents blindfolding me from reality.

But I wouldn't be able to slap my pretty daughter's ass, but my daughter's husband's ass would be able to bash her. Why didn't you slap me?

Well, good.

Human beings under the tomb don't become a force of war, so antagonistic for the moment.

Mr. Rottenmeyer will put it in my ear if the information I need right now, and Dr. Romanoff won't shut up. Even though there are some interesting verses, the teacher is not good enough for me to be in trouble.

Nevertheless.

"Does Mr. Utsunomiya have spy qualities?"

"Hey, not so much."

"You're really brilliant at drawing information."

"Because it's a maid. The market is set for what a maid sees when she sees the circumstances of her house through the gap between the doors. Because...... not, I saw the maid! Yes, sir."

Didn't you just call me 'housekeeper'?

If you look at Mr. Utsunomiya in surprise, he is deliberately coughing up and trying to delude you.

I'm sure you won't throw up if you pursue it deeply.

"As it were, well, that's it, Mr. Rottenmeyer told me that the maid is also the eye and ear of the Lord. Gather information widely, give it to the Lord, and never leak a drop of water outside."

"I see."

"By the way, Utsunomiya was also praised for her talent in mop judging!

Is mop judging good at cleaning or something like that?

Whether the question mark was sticking on his face, Mr. Utsunomiya slightly distracts his chest with his throat and face.

"For that reason, Utsunomiya will continue to work hard for the youth and Master Leggles!

"Yes, thank you. I hope so, Mr. Utsunomiya."

"I'll take care of it!

When you bow your head so vigorously, you thought you were playing, Leggles. You move your head big too.

But I think it might be a little rough around that head.

"Mr. Leggles, if you're sleepy, why don't we take a nap?

"Hmm..."

Whether you say roaring or sleeping, rubbing your eyes and screaming, he says it somehow.

"Master Leggles, if you're sleepy, you should. Sleeping children grow up."

"Are you going to get annoyed?

"I will. Hey, young lady!

"Yeah, if you sleep well, play well, study well and eat well"

"No thanks to?

I'm pushed too hard by drowsiness, but I nod to you, Leggles, who sparkled my eyes, face to face with Mr. Utsunomiya.

"I guess you could be bigger than me."

"From Shisei?

"Shisei-?... Oh, I guess Dr. Romanoff"

Ask and you snort. [M]

When I floated my father and Dr. Romanov in the back of my brain to compare my physique, my father was taller for about a fist, and my father was like thicker when it came to thickness.

"I guess I can be. My father had a fine physique."

"Your mother was also a tall one for a woman! We have also heard that Master Leggles' grandfather was tall!

Leggles, the sight I saw one day, you were probably the angle I was giving in to, but I still think you were a tall and fine young man enough.

And oddly enough, I found out about the mother on the other side, so I was persuaded by the sight of Sang.

Leggles laughs like a heartbeat. [M] Lovely.

And when I get up from the fuzzy rug I was sitting on, I pull my hand. They want you to stand up, pull over and over, so if you do what you want, the destination is in my bed.

When you dived into my bed to do so, Leggles, you pounded beside yourself.

"No, you don't."

"Huh? No, I have things to do... or I'll sleep in my own room"

"... here."

Why not?

You shake your head, "No, no, no," even though your eyelashes are so sleepy that they seem to fit above and below.

It was Mr. Utsunomiya who broke first into an appeal to swell his cheeks and tell his boss to drink his own demands.

"Young lady..."

"No, but me, I'm going to embroider..."

"Yesterday Dr. Romanov told me you could do what he told you!?

"Well, it's done, but right?

"Sleeping children grow up! because it is something that can be said to young people!

Leggles moves back and forth to pillow my knee, sitting in bed, to Utsunomiya, who pushes me for a good nap. Every time I had soft hair of gold on my body, and the moment my strength fell out of my body, I ate a body press on you, Leggles, as fast as the wind.

"Ugh!? Funny!?"

"Dear Leggles, keep pushing in! Because Utsunomiya will futon you!

"Aye!"

Sinking in bed with great collaborative play, I accidentally said, "Surrender! Because I surrender!" Tapping on the futon, the referee Mr. Utsunomiya put on the futon, and me and Leggles, your nap struggle ends in your victory.

"Good night," he said, dropping off Mr. Utsunomiya, who lifted the edge of his skirt properly, and Mr. Leggles lay beside me.

Let's listen to the lullaby as the princess tells us.

Think so, pull the lullaby memories out of the corner of your head.

To those who got along at the drinker where "I" went with "Tanaka," at the very end of Japan there was an island called Okinawa, where the dialect could be spoken properly.

I remember that the singing lullaby of that one - made as - is not so good for 'me' - was a song so warm and full of love for children.

It was difficult to sing in a dialect, and I was happy when you taught me many times to sing.

The unique pronunciation and pronunciation song was quite difficult for 'me', but it was done to me, and it's funny how 'I' is teasing me by writing the letter of in the corner of my mind.

At the end of the song, Leggles, you had a healthy sleep and a slight laugh as to whether you were having a pleasant dream.