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

As I waited for the story to end, the door was knocked modestly.

Dr. Romanov gives permission to enter the room to the sound of a tree that sounds tricky.

It was Mr. Rottenmeyer who showed up at the door and for some reason his heart bounced.

"Excuse me. We heard there was a young lady here."

"Yes, there you are."

When I gave my thanks to Dr. Romanov and turned my gaze to me, I opened my mouth as I pressed up my glasses to see if it was a habit.

"My lady, the head chef has contacted me saying, 'I'm ready for some spices.'"

"Wow! Well, I'll be in the kitchen in a minute"

"Yes, sir."

As I descend from the couch slipping, the teacher's hand strokes his head.

Looking up, with the same floating look as usual.

"Is this the spice of the example 'Curry Rice'?

"Yes. First I need to shredded and powdered, or I need to prep it down a lot. I was asking everyone at the mansion, and they seem to have it all."

"So you finally put it on the treat."

"Hmm, it's a mystery if we can do it by the end of the day because we're going to have to formulate it"

"Really? Now look forward to thinking about your next extracurricular class."

"Yes!"

Then I went to the door, and Mr. Rottenmeyer, who waited for me, bowed down to Dr. Romanov and left the room.

I greet Dr. Romanov in the same way and follow Mr. Rottenmeyer's back as he walks out first to guide him.

Walking ahead is to see if there is anything dangerous.

After listening to the princess and Dr. Romanov, I realize that that makes sense when I look at Mr. Rottenmeyer's behavior.

I would also like to speak with Mr Rottenmeyer.

But when I have to put myself in front of him, the words don't come out.

This guy is the one who bothered me the most before I got sick and is the one who worries me the most right now.

What the hell can I reward that person for?

Looking back still, Mr. Rottenmeyer looked back at the crease.

"Young lady, have you sat down for anything?

"To?"

"No, I have a gaze on my back..."

"Oh... no, Mr. Rottenmeyer..."

"Yes, what can I do for you"

I can't get my thoughts together when they say something.

That's why I decided to go out of the way.

"Mr. Rottenmeyer... do you have any food or anything you don't like?

"Disliked food, is it?

"Yes."

"No, especially what I said.... Young lady, please ask me as one of your studies while you are overstepping (meditation). I used to sit in the same situation as Mr. Utsunomiya. So I've eaten and lived with anything I could eat. So far, Kikunai is not that poor. But......"

"There will be such a house out there as it is now, and individually, there is already such a house. That's what I'm saying."

"I'll sit down with you. I heard that what young people need more than Dr. Romanov is to tell them what they are. Young ladies have aspirations, and we need to enrich Kikunai to do so. All you need to do is know exactly what you need to know and know exactly what's going on."

"Exactly. There's not much I can do right now, there's almost nothing I can do. I also think that should not go out of sight. But I also think the time it takes for me to do something is to be ready to move immediately when something can be done. To that end, I want you to cooperate with all kinds of people. This dish should also be one of its fabric stones…"

Mr. Rottenmeyer raises his glasses.

And I could see under the thick lens, and I looked at this one with hazelnut eyes that seemed worried for a long time.

"What's up?

"... than God, who is protecting the young, said the young man suffered from a very difficult disease due to the after-effects of an epidemic disease"

"Did Dr. Romanoff tell you?

"Yes, and more from Master Leggles"

"Leggles...?

"Mr. Utsunomiya interpreted, to be precise. 'My brother is suffering from a very difficult illness, but the goddess said that if you study magic and take care of your health, you'll be fine'. I don't know exactly how."

"It fits pretty much. That's amazing, Leggles. I know what Leggles said, but so does Utsunomiya."

Leggles, sometimes you can even speak, but you're still in toddler language. I can understand that properly, so the relationship between Mr. Utsunomiya and Mr. Leggles seems pretty good.

Listening until you can understand a toddler's story is not a big deal because you have the guts to listen to it, but you can throw it out frustrated that even those who talk don't understand it.

Nodding, Mr. Rottenmeyer's eyebrows moved tingly.

"Young lady. Young lady said earlier, 'The time it takes to get something done is the time to be ready to move immediately when something can be done'. Now, before you think about the development of cuisine and Kikunai, is there something for young people to do?"

"Is it something to do?

"Yes."

I feel a little physically disturbed by Mr. Rottenmeyer, who says so forcefully.

Then with a difficult face, Mr. Rottenmeyer moved his neck loosely into the denial system.

"It's never a denial that you're about to be a young man's treat. However, development and development are your father's and mother's work. I will not sit in the hands of the young lady. I know that learning is necessary. Practice can also be a good place to learn. However, young people still have time to spend as children. And while you're spending time as a child, you have to be ready to grow up."

"To get ready to grow up, now all kinds of things..."

"That's not true. It's not just the mind that needs to grow up, it's the body that needs to grow up. It is the body that the mind dwells on. If your body isn't strong, you can't stand and walk on your own, no matter how strong your mind is."

"… that is, give priority to health issues,"

I was honestly surprised by Mr. Rottenmeyer snorting heavily.

'Cause I'm supposed to look really healthy round and a little bit.

I know you're worried about me, but wouldn't you be overprotective?

"Uh, me, how are you?

Move your hands or try to bend over.

I have tried to describe all over my body that there are no physical impediments at the moment, but Mr. Rottenmeyer's expression does not clear.

Twisting his neck about what bothers him so much, Mr. Rottenmeyer bends in and puts his hands on my shoulder to gaze at me.

"Young lady, please don't just push it."

"Yes, I won't be able to."

"Promise me, can I have it?

"Of course.... what is it, Mr. Rottenmeyer"

I gently catch you trying to take off the hand I put on your shoulder.

You were surprised, Mr. Rottenmeyer, who made me jump on his shoulder for a moment, but never paid for it, and instead grabbed it back.

To my knowledge, Mr. Rottenmeyer has suited me to some extent and made concessions, but as a servant, I draw the line exactly.

Approximately not like Mr. Rottenmeyer, such as holding his husband's hand.

I'm on the verge of panicking more about what's going on and what's going on, and Mr. Rottenmeyer spins his words with his lips trembling.

"I... was on your side when the young man was suffering from an epidemic disease. So I watched the face of the young man, who was bright red, turn earthy, thin enough that his rough breathing was going to run out now, and his hot body going cold as ice."

Oh, I think.

I felt like I was getting stronger to grasp my hand, but I was trembling, and I was about to shake it off right away.

Try it on me, it was painful but refreshing when I woke up, but I had memories from my previous life, and that was so refreshing already.

But Mr. Rottenmeyer has been watching me weaken ever since I fell ill from illness to the point where that's when I had to make arrangements for a funeral parlor.

"Mr. Rottenmeyer, I..."

"I offered you an exit, I beg your pardon"

While I'm confused about what to say, Mr. Rottenmeyer's hands go away.

I caught it aggressively and put a lot of effort into not letting it get away.

He pulled my hand for a moment, but pulled me out of my arm trying to pull it off as I waited still.

"You know, Mr. Rottenmeyer. I... I have a lot to say, but I can't speak well..."

"Yes."

"Right now, it's great to be alive, and it's fun to live... And then, I'm glad that you... Mr. Rottenmeyer is here. Stay by my side."

If you tell him quietly, Mr. Rottenmeyer shook his shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, the tremor seems to have healed, fluttering and grinning.

That Mr. Rottenmeyer laughed!?

"I, Ardelheid Rottenmeyer, am with the young as long as I live."

"Thank you. You'll be the adult that that word deserves, so look at that."

I look up at Mr. Rottenmeyer standing up with a smile on his face.

And when I held the hand I was offered, the two of us walked out to the kitchen.