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

Generally speaking, the older you get, the shorter your day starts to feel.

That seems to be because there will be more accumulated experience as we grow and less irritation on a daily basis.

But even for me as a child, the day is very short. 'Cause there's a lot to do.

For example, research with the chef so you can eat delicious food, remake clothes no longer worn with Elise, tour Yuansan with your archery of swordsmanship on Leggles, mix back the vegetable garden soil, get eggs from the replacements you keep in the garden with Joseph, and teach your studies from Dr. Romanov.

I think it's true that plenty of time flies away.

'Cause it was the morning of Maria's invitation to the National Theatre.

That said, the invited National Theatre opens in the evening.

Dr. Romanov is a magician at Mr. Viktor's house in Teito! And you think you'll take me?

So I figured I'd take you to the princess in the morning, Leggles.

Inside the waist porch are souvenir ice treats for Mr. Viktor and Maria and hair decorations to give to the princess. I'm going to give Maria a little hair ornament made of the same cloth.

The back yard is changing its appearance slightly so as to lean in on the shifting seasons.

The wild bulbs that were blooming when I first met you, the princess, had already dropped flowers for the next bloom, and now the orange infarct boasted glossy purple, and the golden wood rhino had begun to bud slightly.

No, our garden, pretty unison?

Yuansan doesn't feel like growing such irregular and fragmented flowers.

"That's right. These flowers just show up here in hopes of a concubine, and the gardener doesn't matter."

Wow, I'm surprised!

I didn't scream so hard, but suddenly I was called out and I felt like it.

And when I followed the red or yellow portulaca, Leggles, who was laughing when he saw the flowers shake, lowered his head with a pepper.

"Good morning, Himesa!

"Good morning......!

"Uhm, Daiyi"

Oops, I'm late.

I mean, it's kind of like the way you talk again, Leggles, approaching the way adults talk?

I hope I haven't been able to, but I guess I need someone my age to play with.

When you think hard, the princess narrows her eyes.

And pointed to my waist pouch with a thin silk dough fan.

"Do you have a offering for your concubine? Don't suffer, let it out."

"Oh, yes."

If you are prompted to take out the knob finishing peony hair ornament, you will be signaled to bring it to you, Leggles.

I pre-wrapped it in a baggage (fukusa). If you give it to me, Leggles, you offered it to the princess as a compliment to him.

"Hmm... Peony Kaya"

"Yes, I thought you were a peony."

"The flowers in the heavens and the first time I saw them, I snubbed them. Is the concubine unrivaled?

"For me"

I don't know about 10,000 people.

But I have never met anyone more beautiful than the princess, so to me the princess is unique.

Fluffy, glossy lips lift.

Looking at the hair clasp in her hand, the princess felt a cool flush as she inserted it into her hair.

"I like it, I'll give you the honor of decorating the concubine's hair"

"Thank you, I know."

"But there still seems to be a small hair decoration in the bag at the waist?

"Oh, this is..."

Quite naturally, Alecore, how about this.

Tell the princess how you met Maria and how she was invited to the National Theatre.

"Hmm, I'll give you hair decorations for that..."

"Yes."

Unprecipitated to me, the princess distorted her lips to the shape of a three-day moon in prank and hid her licence with a thin silk dough fan.

Tilt your little neck to the narrative gaze and the princess opens her mouth.

"Do you admire that Maria and them?

"Is...?

"Isn't that what you want your wife to have?

"No, no, no way. Maria is an elderly woman. My fiancée's already set. Even if I hadn't decided, I was wondering if there were any parents who would like to send a five-year-old bride to an elderly woman."

Even if I were there, I'd call that a political ploy.

If the difference between the ages of men and women is the opposite, it may still be true.

I noticed my eyebrows turned into eight letters, and you, Leggles, stretched your fingers out to the wrinkles between your eyebrows. He's going to stroke me and stretch my wrinkles.

Even so, I don't care if a five-year-old asks me about sex or something.

Wouldn't it be common sense to learn that being nice to women is normal for men?

And.

"Princess, I'd like to be nice to women, but that's because I'm proud to have been added to the last seat of your servant."

"Hmm, what's that mind?

"In the rhetoric of the previous life, you sat down to say, 'The Flower of Deconstruction'. This is derived from a story that looked at a woman as a flower and praised her as' a flower that solves a man's words'. If a woman of man is a flower, she is the family of the Princess of all the flowers in the world. I was wondering if it was natural for me, your servant, to be polite."

"Ho... a human woman with a concubine's family"

Your eyes turn round, princess.

When I blinked once and twice, the next time I laughed like rolling a bell.

"Ho ho... delightful! If a woman is a flower, is she a family member of a concubine? That's why you do it!

"Others say, 'People are reeds of thought'."

"Holy crap......! The world over there makes a lot of poetic remarks about humans. Good, I like it."

"Thank you"

Princess, do you have a low boiling point for laughter?

I didn't mean to say anything particularly funny, but apparently you got into a bump and the princess keeps rolling the bell by the way.

Too much laughter wiped the tears accumulated in his eyes with his luxurious fingertips.

"Right. If a human being is a reed, and a woman a flower, then you are the family of a concubine, as you said. If I were you, I'd have to spill my eyes on humans."

"Uh... yes, thank you Happiness"

"Thank you very much."

Oh, Leggles, the way you talk is back to chicks again.

"Let's get the chicks out of here."

Exactly, that.

When I nodded at your words, Leggles, you pointy lips.