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

"Take this..."

After Mr. Viktor and Maria had finished their last lesson, I handed Maria the knob finishing hair fastening made of cloth given to me by the princess from the waistporch.

When she wondered if she had made it uncommon to spin it in the light or twirl it with thin pink little flowers, Maria basically inserted it into her hair.

"It's a lovely hair decoration, I'll take care of it"

"I'm sorry for the amateur consolation,"

"No, thank you for the unusual"

It seems that Maria, who shows off her beautiful Cartesy, will be spiritually united from now until her turn.

Because I have to get out of the way, and I'll take over security from the guards and quit the depot for three.

Until Maria's turn, there are concerts for pianos, violins, flutes, and such instruments, and Maria says she works for Tori.

It was a bummer until the show, only a few moments later.

Mr. Viktor guided me through the horseshoe-shaped seats, looking at the invitations he had deposited.

The velvet satchel and the stage decorated with tassels extend beneath your eyes, and you can see a sparkling chandelier on the ceiling.

In a luxurious space, the enthusiasm and vibrancy of the gathered people filled the theatre.

but only after such an incident.

"... chandelier, you don't come and fall"

"No -!? Don't be scared!? I thought so, too!

"Hmm, maybe not..."

I knew it.

As the three of us watched the chandelier with some concern, the downstairs and other guest seats bothered.

Then an announcement was made announcing the arrival of the second prince, and the fanfare rang.

When the audience's gaze gathered in the middle of the horseshoe, in a large international guest seat upstairs with a good view of the stage, one boy appeared.

It is also visible in the distance that the golden mall hangs lavishly from dazzling silver hair, blue and black military uniformed clothes and decorations that arrive on the shoulders.

Our seats are positioned at the edge above the stage from the VIP seats with the prince, and your face is not well visible.

The prince, greeted by a round of applause, waves and looks at the center, left and right.

I looked at this one for a moment and felt like I had stopped moving, but I guess it was my fault.

Anyway, when he signals to clap, the prince lowers his hips to the lavish chair provided.

After we make sure it looks like it, we have to sit down what's down.

So, I'm glad I sat down, but I figured I was worried about the chandelier.

"… do you want to use fall-proof magic?"

"Uh... yeah, I will"

With that said, Mr. Viktor plays his finger as he looks up at the chandelier.

They say that a user of witchcraft like him can exercise witchcraft by skipping some chanting.

It seems that Maria's disturbance earlier has already been passed on to all the people in this theater, even though she says it's over without so much time, and Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Viktor's ears hear a lot of mess.

It would be quick to pass on because there were people who were intentionally diffusing.

But Maria is safe on stage. It is not strange that two arrows have been released.

I still don't do anything sneaky about poisoning and burning my throat, and I don't have to bother dropping the chandelier and making it look like an accident and making it look like a dead person.

It wouldn't be strange for them to think that way if they were to create the killer in advance.

Even the killer who hung himself, whether it was really the killer or not.

If you doubt it, there's no hanging up.

I guess it is not only the floor of the National Theatre that Maria stands on, but also on thin ice.

Isn't it scary?

Think, shake your head.

"Show me to those who have tried to discredit my lord, who is behind me! 'And Maria exclaimed.

He knows how dangerous his place is.

On top of that, you stand on your own battlefield with pride in yourself and the others to protect.

Then all I can do is wish Maria well and a successful stage, and then give her a spare round of applause.

"May the princess bless you."

The only God I pray for at a time like this is that one with an arrow.

The princess asked me to look at the human being for a moment.

As I pray hand in hand, I feel my gaze and raise my head.

Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Viktor were looking at me.

"Ah-tan. By protecting the princess, I figured that hair decoration wasn't a normal hair decoration."

"Did you also think of Vicha"

"Well, if all those spirits were gathering, you wouldn't think it was a normal hair decoration. Not only did it boost some sorcery, but it was also disabling a state anomaly."

"Status anomaly disabled......?

What's that?

Decent, Dr. Romanov's white fingertips touch his cheeks and are picked as they are. It doesn't hurt.

"The cloth you used for that hair decoration, possibly a gift from the princess?

"Aye, Higurashi"

"Uh... so the spirits were like cats drunk on matatabi."

Mr. Viktor nods as he says "ho" or "heh".

More than that, the spirits become like cats drunk on matatabi, or gather in hair decorations?

I guess that question was on my face.

According to Mr. Viktor and Dr. Romanov's commentary, it's not normal to say spirits, but if you use a spell or are the owner of a special eye, you do.

Viktor, the owner of that special eye, sees that the hair decoration I gave Maria had mellowed like a cat drunk by the matatabi when the Spirit went to touch me first and touched me.

The Spirit helps me exercise magic because the Spirit prefers the light that comes out when magic is used, and he says the same light comes out of your cloth, Princess.

It was also found that the condition anomaly is disabled because Mr. Viktor possesses [appraisal] skills.

Unexpectedly, the squeaky guest seats quietly return.

Downstairs, the players set up instruments as the conductor lifted the tact.

The tact is shaken down all the time, and the fanfare trembles the theater air magnificently.

The gorgeous concert opened with a disturbing air on its back.

In a nutshell, the concert, especially Maria's song, could only be described as a roll.

The moment Maria stood on stage, the guest seats swung because all the information that said she was poisoned was ahead of her.

But with such audience upset elsewhere, Maria stretched her spine softly as she thanked her for not picking the hem of her dress.

When Maria stands with her chest up, the prelude to the song she made me listen to the first day it was there.

The beautiful lips of the singing princess, shining in the spotlight, opened and strange beauty overflowed from her throat on the music.

Much clearer and more transparent than when listening at Mr. Viktor's house, it penetrates deeply into the listener's mind.

Proudly, strongly.

If something called an immortal takes the shape of a person, it must now appear exactly as a woman named Maria Crowe.

Her voice, which was thus resurrected, will burn those who tried to harm Maria and then discredit her, Her Highness.

At the same time as the soaring end of the melody, the beautiful singing ended and the peachy lips closed.

The guest seat, which was wrapped in unspoken comfort, after a moment of quiet, is wrapped in a thunderous applause as it blinks.

Everyone stood up to the Empire's best singing princess to give her a compliment so much that she didn't care if her hands turned bright red when she struck her.