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

Though there were all sorts of happenings, two weeks later, to go to Maria's concert, I promised Mr. Viktor a reunion, and my imperial capital, Mr. Onovori, the line marked an end.

When I went around handing out the souvenirs I bought to the people at the mansion, they were kind of all scared, but the contents were just cookies. You won't be afraid, and if you eat it at tea time.

Mr. Utsunomiya, from Teito, also said he was new to Teito cookies, and was quite pleased.

Mr. Utsunomiya said you ate the souvenir as soon as you gave it to him, but he didn't leave a good dinner that day, and I was wondering where that amount would come in.

Eating doesn't make it extravagant, or is it a beauty privilege?

Well, I can't help envying something without edge. I thought I'd take a walk down the tunnel and work on a diet.

The spices obtained in the Marche of the Empire vary in variety and condition. Some can be used as is, others are not.

Depression, for example.

It's what I was selling raw, so to make it usable as a spice, I washed it with water, then peeled the dark yellow skin clean, boiled for five or six hours, and heavenly sun-dried for about two weeks. After that, it crumbles and becomes usable.

The head chef and one of the others... also asked Elise the needle and Joseph the animal breeder to help, and it felt kind of like they were also woken up.

They say, 'If you can eat something delicious, be happy'.

While I was playing in the Imperial Capital, Mr. Rottenmeyer and the chef went out of the city and said he had interacted with Mr. Fiore, and he also exchanged recipes.

With thanks and delay about it, the chef laughs bitterly if you tell him why the recipe is being released.

"That's a young lady's recipe, not mine."

"Oh, no, it's the chef's, isn't it?

"I did what the young man said I could do. It's an idea I don't have, and if a young man wants to share, I have no differences. But you have orders."

"Is that an order?

"The next time you come up with a dish that looks interesting, tell me first, not him. I'm the young cook."

I wonder what that means. As head chef of Kikunai, I wonder if you mean that Kikunai is responsible for the dishes involved.

I don't know, but I nodded that Curry Rice was going to do it at Kikunai's house (here) from the bottom preparation.

I look forward to it in two weeks.

That's not all I bought in Imperial City.

There were pieces of genuine silk that resembled a kimono pattern, so start knobbing.

A knob craftsmanship is a craftsmanship in which thin silk cut into small squares is folded into triangles and affixed to the foundation to make flowers and butterflies or something.

I want a hairpin because my hair is stretching out, but you want to wear cute decorations anyway. It's a white pig to wear.

Do your routine while making such a plan.

So, I joined such a routine with a tour of your "sword guide" by Yuansan Leggles.

Put up a small wooden knife - it's not a wooden sword, it's a wooden knife - and swing it down from the top to the bottom. Yuansan took it with one hand and shook you off with a wooden knife as well as Leggles to flush.

On that clap, Leggles, you put a buttcake on it, but without crying, you jump resolutely at Yuansan.

I repeat that over and over again, and at the end of the day, it seems the source third-rate swordsmanship ends with the wooden knife resting on its hips and bowing down.

I know Yuansan isn't doing it to hurt you, and on the contrary, Leggles, you're archaizing me on soft dirt so I don't get weird injuries, but it's bad for my heart.

Yuen San was smiling bitterly at me freaking out every time you were blown out, Leggles.

"Fair enough, young lady. I'll take care of Master Leggles. I promise I won't hurt you."

"I know Yuansan is distracted...!

Something, like, restless.

'Cause you're three, right?

It's bad for the heart for a three-year-old little kid to be blown away by a musculoskeletal adult, not to mention his grandfather.

But, Leggles, whenever you wear a buttcake, you look at me and you nod and you head towards Yuansan.

It's in my brain.

The theme songs from the boxing World Champ movies that I saw in my previous life, losing or winning, will be worn out.

Well, again, hello and Leggles, you got blown away.

"Ah... Yuansan, that's about it..."

"Yeah? Yeah, but if that's what the young lady says..."

When I see it and say it, whoops and laughs, Yuansan shows a bare gesture to fix the wooden knife. But there you go, "Yah!" It was you, the blown Leggles, who shouted.

"I haven't missed it yet!

"Er..."

"I didn't put it away! I can't, I can't, I can't!

"Uh... no, but... if you get hurt, you're in danger, right?

"No! No... oh, no... I can still do it!

Oh, no, Leggles, you said 'me' and 'yeah'.

When did I get to talk to you in such an adult way?

A little touched, Leggles, you get up and go punch in on Yuansan again.

This is how children grow up gradually, I think, like other HRs, but I was also a child.

I need to grow up, too.

The swordsmanship dojo is open in the corner of the vegetable garden.

Shall I plow the soil while you two are swordsmanship?

While pulling the weed out of the scoop for the child's hand, digging right back into the soil is even.

At the edge of his eyes, he saw a flicker and Leggles, and he was avoided flickering when he struck into Yuansan.

Hard work and cute, I can't believe it, Leggles. The moment you swung the wooden knife wide, Yuansan's eyesight changed severely and he jumps away with one foot in a quick move he doesn't seem to be an old man.

A wooden knife shaken with all her might hurt her wrist if she struck the earth.

When I'm ready for your cry, Leggles, I hear a noise I shouldn't hear from the ground.

"Is...?

What? No. And I said, "What? Not."

Oh, my God, Leggles, the ground where you hit the wooden knife was snapping cracked like a crater.

"Whoa, whoa, this is a flashy snack. I don't have time to soften the soil and dig it back."

"Mm, I want to stay... No, I want to stay!

With a wooden knife in my hand, Leggles, I was stunned until I couldn't help but be surprised and ate my head poke at the dovetail.