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

Toddlers in this world seem to crack the ground.

Is that why? And I wanted to penetrate, but I watched Yuansan break the ground in front of me, and Utsunomiya, who explained it as it was, without a particularly upset verse. On the contrary, "Is that so surprising? It was such a reaction."

No, I can't do that?

I mean, I can't. Are you saying I'm just weak, right?

... Seriously.

There is boulder magic and a world where you can see God, half of it.

This looks like I should give up teaching you swordsmanship or something and entrust everything to Yuansan.

And I will encourage Yuansan and the vegetable garden to make delicious cabbage.

In winter you can eat chicken water-cooked or a pot of cabbage and pork belly.

After lunch, Leggles, your nap to snack is my hobby time these days.

I'm sleeping in my bed for some reason, Leggles. Beside you, I'll stick the genuine silk folded in a triangle at hand on a small ledge, make a small flower and prototype a hair fastening.

There's a kind of knob craftsmanship called a round knob and a sword knob, and briefly, it folds into a triangle and molds after gluing it, and then when you spread it, it's a round knob, and if you don't spread it, it's a sword knob, right?

The foundation is also wrapped in a cloth like a knuckle button, strapped with a round knob or sword knob cloth that becomes a petal, and decorated so that you can't see the center of the strained part, and it's done.

That's how I made two pins.

Mine is red plum, and my forehead is growing. Leggles, I need white plum for you.

In addition to "The Blue Hand," thanks to the correction of "Super Skills," the speed of completing one seems to be much faster, and I could make it before your nap is over, Leggles.

The morning of your return came. [M]

When I go to the back yard holding hands with you, Leggles, singing as usual with a feeling of cowardice, a glossy peony shakes in a very sweet, kaoru breeze.

"Good morning," the two of us called, and the big wheel of flowers responded. It was so good, it began to glow glitter.

"Um, it's been a long time. Breath disaster."

"Yes, thanks to you"

"Rah... I'm a dick too!

The dress, which had been named Tang Yu in previous life if it was wrapped in the scent of flowers, also gracefully kneels with you, Leggles, in the presence of the princess with her thin silk stranded dough fan in her hand.

Then the forehead, fastened by a hair clasp made of white plum knob, jumped.

"Um, the chick's head is supposed to be funny"

"It doesn't make sense to me."

The polite manner of speaking went somewhere when I greeted you, Leggles. A moment later, the princess is offered a hand to "show it to me" without any particular wind of concern.

Then, although you honestly removed it from your hair, Leggles, you bent your eyebrows to eight letters.

"That's it, Lai's"

"I understand. Don't just look."

"Yeah... not... yes"

She's cute, like, re-wording it properly.

The princess's eyes lit up while she soothed.

Oh, I remember something.

When I looked away for a moment, I knew the princess offered her hand at me, without worrying about that.

"I'm not going to take the chick's stuff. Instead, see."

"Look..."

"I'll take it. I'll give it to you."

I shake my neck to the side and refuse to let the atmosphere out.

Because this is a prototype. I can't give you anything like that, no matter how much.

That's why your willow brow jumped to the rejection, Princess.

"... I'm telling you my concubine is going to give it to you, and you don't like it?

A dark cloud drips into the garden, and you, Leggles, grip the hem of my shirt. But even I have a point. You can't pull it here.

"Princess, I am not bitter to give the princess something I have made, if you will be pleased. But this is a prototype." I don't like to offer you something made of glue that sticks out a little bit, "or something that feels cracked and grumpy."

"Mm..."

"If the princess wishes, I will be happy to make it. Considering the design that will suit the princess, I will choose the cloth the princess deserves and make it with all the technology I can have right now. That's why please stop having a prototype. It would be a disgrace as my 'maker' to give you something like that."

You snort at me, princess.

When the black clouds disappeared from the garden, a beautiful blue sky appeared.

The princess is never unreasonable.

"If you ask me, that was a bad concubine. Forgive me. If I were a maker with" super skill "in" Blue Hands, "I would be proud of what I make." Famously broken, such as giving away awkward items. If they are divine concubines, it makes sense that they want to offer the best. "

"Forgive me, but I know that the princess is not unreasonable."

"Hmm, again. The concubine wants the knob."

When he said so, he removed the thin cloth like a stall that seemed to have been sprayed from his shoulder, and was offered it on a thin silk dough fan.

It turns out to be more than just a woven fabric to a stunning gradient that eventually returns from shine and white to thin peach and from peach to white without having to touch it.

"This was woven for the concubine by the god of lower weaves. But it was largely abandoned by the fashion of heaven. I liked it, but I was wondering what happened. I'll do this, and I'll do it with a knob that looks good on my concubine."

"Oh, can I put a hammer in such a beautiful cloth?!?

"I don't mind. I like it, but I have to be sensitive to the epidemic. Because concubines are a great place in heaven."

The cloth on the dough fan is about to get in the wind and into my hands.

This is finally out of hand. I wasn't willing to be more clueless than I was originally, but I was more in the mood.

"You can use the extra cloth as you like. Dealing with what becomes God's hand, forgive me."

"Thank you"

You've been granted some kind of permission.

Anyway, it reminded me that I have one in the word permission.

"I'm afraid, my princess. I have something for you to forgive me..."

"Um, what?

Mr. Viktor asked me to do this, though I'm talking about permission to wake up songs from different worlds on the spectrum.

Explaining what Mr. Viktor said he wanted to do as a consideration by buying me guidance on the song, his cool eyes narrow to good mood.

"Hmm, that's good. That is also what the concubine wants. I'll give that elf another price from the concubine."

"Thank you. Thank you on behalf of Mr. Viktor."

"Mm-hmm. Encourage for your concubine with that victor."

Beautiful things to do when it comes to laughing, like the Princess rolled the bell.

Just move your sleeves to your mouth and the scent of the flowers will be stronger.

Blurred by that scent, the princess opens her eyes all the time and the smile disappears from your face.

To the most serious look, I took a breath.

"... I almost forgot. I'm not talking about the disease."

"Yes, sir"

That, or 'soul loss', Master Igor taught me.

I guess it conveyed what came to mind, the princess snorts heavily.

"I heard you met Igor. I've heard that we've spoken more or less since then..."

"It is not Igor's jurisdiction because it is easier for the soul to leave the body and unlike a physical illness..."

"Bye. So I've been talking to people who know me well about my soul."

The princess hangs up her words.

Leggles, I once again gripped the hem of my shirt I let go to the way the princess wasn't just another one, either.

"Phoenix, from which do you want to hear such bad or good stories?

"Don't you just want to hear a good story or something?

In an instant response, the princess looked distracted.