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

Once upon a time, there was no custom in Japan to say that birthdays would be celebrated, and it was a conversion that we would all get one year on an equal January 1st.

The same seems to be true of the Hiru Empire, and for kids, New Year's parties and birthday parties are synonymous.

"You don't know what the young lady said... the..."

"Because you didn't have a New Year's party or a birthday party."

Honey milk, which has been drizzled with honey on warmed milk, has just the right amount of heat and sweetness.

The atmosphere indoors is darker and darker, even though the cold body is relaxed and warmer with snow play.

Especially the adults.

"The... husband and wife attend the annual New Year's party at the palace of the Imperial capital, and the young man's birthday party was said to be 'unnecessary'..."

"Well, you are, aren't you?"

Employers in their employ, there's no way that they can turn against the powerful, either.

It's more or less New Year's Eve, so I'd rather go back to the country and hang out with my family than have an employer's children's birthday party. With that said, I decided to ask.

"More than that, folks, what about New Year's holidays...?

"I won't be sitting at home with the exception of Yuansan, who works here."

"Oh really... Well, you couldn't even throw a party and get stuck."

"No, such a thing..."

If you come with our parents at all.

This is such a neighborhood countryside, I wish I had about the right benefits.

Even if I say this year or next year I don't party, let's act like wine.

When I made up my mind, Leggles and I had eyes.

"Well, why don't we have Leggles' birthday party?"

"Oh, so, but..."

"I knew you were going to take it to mourning, so no party? But Leggles, you did your house every year, didn't you?

"Yes, it is...... Your wife is still fine this year and in the New Year, and if your husband returns from the castle, Master Leggles will give you a gift..."

A frightened Mr. Utsunomiya tells us how Leggles is doing at his house, looking nostalgic. You were such a happy family as you painted.

Yet I can't believe you don't have a mother or a father this year. Humans really don't understand.

Mr. Rottenmeyer was shaking his shoulder at the edge of his sight as he stroked his fluffy Leggles-kun hair.

"When a young man was flying his early horse many times without knowing tomorrow due to illness!?

Ah.

Well, was I dying between the end of last year and the beginning of this year?

Birri and Leggles are frightened by the angry screams, and Mr. Utsunomiya's face turns white through the blue.

"I said something insensitive!," he waved flirtatiously at Utsunomiya, who folded his hips deeply and lowered his head.

"Fair enough, face up, Mr. Utsunomiya. Take it easy, Mr. Rottenmeyer."

"Sorry....................."

"I'm glad Mr. Rottenmeyer is angry with me, but I don't want to move my emotions for those people anymore. When I say that, I feel like I've become a really bad person."

"... if that's what the young lady says"

Lifting the edge of his mouth more, Mr. Rottenmeyer laughed, though.

Then the air in the room gets a little lighter and lighter.

So, the problem is that Leggles is having a party.

In this case, adults, you should ask someone who knows the world about that too. That's why I turned my face to the three elves.

"I think it's a good idea to have a New Year's party and a birthday, but in this case, should I still be in mourning?

"Hmm, I wonder"

"The year His Majesty the Emperor collapsed, the New Year's party was modest, but he still did it."

"I was a little modest at the house where I was tutoring, but it never meant I wouldn't throw a party at all."

"Really?"

I see, they don't stop the party itself. But Play-kun shook his head sideways.

"We didn't have a party when Grandma died."

"So did the Imperial Mansion, Utsumi, I was wondering if this one was the same."

Rub your jaw all the way to the two conflicting testimonies. I mean, isn't this something different from house to house?

If so, shouldn't this house be as good as mine?

"Uh, well, I'll have the party and Leggles' birthday party. Let's go with that this year."

Don't do it. It's my birthday they're telling me, and Leggles would be good.

Later it's the way to party, but I don't know the area very well. The princess tells me you can throw round what you don't understand. So let's throw a round here.

"Mr. Rottenmeyer, I don't know the specifications of the party or anything, so I'll leave that area to you. But it would be nice to have them assembled so that everyone in the mansion can participate."

"Yes, sir."

Having a beautiful curtesy, Mr. Rottenmeyer took on the preparations for the party.

Well, I guess I'll be a little busy again.

I have to make a birthday present anyway.

We had lunch after the discussion, studied a little magic, and then disbanded for today.

After that, it's free time for me and Leggles.

You used your unexpected strength in snow play, Leggles took a nap, and I worked on making a birthday present.

We only have a month or so from now.

What to prepare is ribbon and thick paper, cloth on lace, beads, cotton, needles and thread on adhesive.

There are two different pieces of cloth that the princess gave me, and I bought the ribbon when I went up to Empire City. Beads, adhesives, lots of storage.

When I say what I make with this, brooch like a medal, its name is Rosette.

You can sew the ribbon into a circle while making a pleat, stick it on the base and decorate the middle with knuckle buttons and beads, and drape the ribbon from behind like a tail. But that doesn't bother me, so I'm going to decorate it and chain it up.

Make the knuckle buttons to be worn in the middle, using thick paper, cotton and cloth, by evening meal.

When dinner was over, now I started making decorations called tails with ribbons and laces.

Then come in through the glass window where the fluorescence should be closed.

"What's that?

A beautiful, transcendent god (one), who has arrived in his uniform, clutches up Rosette's parts in wonder.

God is all intrigued by what humans do.

After all, I receive parts from ice rings whose image is unstable.

"It's a birthday present."

"Birthday......"

"Yes. Oh, yes, I'd like you to tell me something"

Whether I should not have a party when I serve mourning.

Engaging in death would be best to ask those who preside over it.

Then, like the ice wheel was clogged, he moved his neck into the denial system.

'Condolences are not for the dead, they are rituals for the living. So for the living to be in mourning, it is the freedom of the living to be cautious of the bustling, or rather bustling because the dead liked the bustling things. Because it's the living who have the right to decide. "

"Um, so, you're the one who wants to feel"

"Ultimately."

"I see."

"Show me some more of that than that"

With that said, the white hand reaches out to the rosette.

Something like that. God seems surprisingly curious.