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

I don't know if it's the first day of the New Year, but when I wake up in the morning, it's "good morning".

As usual, check your shape against the mirror. Then when I'm done with myself, I'll call Mr. Rottenmeyer and see if there's anything wrong with him.

It's a habit that has been going on for about a year since I recovered from an epidemic.

Yes, about a year after the memory of my previous life grew.

There have been many major changes, the biggest of which would have been the addition of one to the mansion.

I exchanged morning greetings with Mr. Rottenmeyer, and on my way to the dining room following that back, I met Leggles, who held hands with Mr. Utsunomiya.

"Good morning, sir!

"Yes, good morning. Looking good today."

"Aye! How dare you?

"Yes, I'm fine."

This kind of greeting seems to be a training in the interaction between the nobles. So Lara tells me you should do it, even if it's a little tough.

Picking a little hem of a made-up skirt and bowing, Mr. Utsunomiya is behind me and Leggles.

I take Leggles-kun's hand on behalf of Mr. Utsunomiya and follow Mr. Rottenmeyer, who walked out again.

As we approached the dining room, it was at once busy to have been quiet until then, and when we went inside, visual glamour was added to its busyness.

Because Dr. Romanoff had Mr. Viktor and Mr. Lara in their seats first.

The three of them get up from the chair when they notice me coming in.

Unlike usual, Dr. Romanov is a white, collar-shaped, rib-like arrangement with laterally decorated military uniforms - ribbed clothes - and slacks are the same color as his jacket. Many gold mall shoulder medals are decorated with gold tied from the collar, a luxurious medal on the chest, feathering only the right shoulder and flushing the left half to the back.

This seems to be the grand courtesy, and Mr. Viktor and Mr. Lara are dressed similarly to Dr. Romanoff.

Of particular note would be the fineness of the embroidery applied to the arms, sleeves and cuffs of that ribbed garment.

"Good morning, what a great embroidery!

"Good morning, there's something to praise before embroidery, isn't there?

"Morning, uh, Tan. I haven't seen you since New Year's."

"Morning, Manlu. You found your assignment early this year."

"Oh, excuse me. All three of you look great."

Because the embroidery was amazingly detailed and beautiful.

That, I wonder if I can do it too.

I've always thought of it as beautiful, but it's even more remarkable that the costume is luxurious, well, you're all beautiful.

As I take care of my eyes, Dr. Romanov, who rose from his chair, comes and gives in front of me to gaze at me.

"I'm going to attend the New Year's Eve at the Imperial Palace now. I'll be back at noon just to say hello, but I need a favor from Phoenix."

"To me, is it?

"Yes. Could you grant me, Vicha, or Lara's cloak the slide eccentricity (Fantasmagoria)?

"Oh, yes. As much as it takes."

When you nod, let me quickly touch your teacher's cloak. I wonder what would be good.

I don't need to sing anything else to use witchcraft, I just need to declare a grant, but it's easier to imagine singing something.

"What pattern is good, Doctor?

"Right, is it a mild spring..."

"Spring..."

Otherwise, I chose to entrust the beauty of the cherry blossoms of the Sumida River to the poem, the song of "Me" and the musician of my hometown, and the cape shows the pink poor flowers dancing in the wind.

"I guess I have a good view of early spring."

"It's early spring."

On Mr. Viktor's cloak is a song that gives early spring to the warmth of the winter cold and the ringing of the invisible, titled "Give to Early Spring".

"I'd love to catch the attention of the cute girls."

"Yep... uh..."

We've got a request to solve something.

The point is, does it feel good to lure girls into it?

Then I'll pull out a song that got stuck on the "me" less romantic shelf.

Among Mozart's opera, "Figaro's Marriage," is Aria, where adolescent boys sing, and it tells women, "What's it like to be in love?" It's like asking about something burning in me.

Sing as you touch your cape and each one shows a beautiful sight like a screen.

When you're done with it, you're ready, and the three elves are in the palace with metastatic magic.

There were two of us left, me and Leggles.

The large dining room was cold with the two of us, and today we kind of got breakfast side by side.

After that I go for morning walks as usual, then take care of the chickens and horses because it has nothing to do with the creatures. This is between you and Leggles, too.

There's Joseph in the stables, taking care of the ponies he keeps for my horseback riding practice at best.

"Good morning, Joseph. How's Mr. Poniko?

"Wow, wow, okay, young lady, oh, good morning. Poni, Poniko, she's fine!

"Good morning, sir! Po, are you touching me?

"Ha, ha, yes"

Joseph seems to have stuttered for a long time.

I'm 19 years old, but I'm a veteran breeder with seven years of service in the Kikunai family.

When he came to Kikunai at the age of twelve, he was a footman, but he stuttered too badly and was turned by a breeder. But Joseph, you think it's like a vocation, having fun working? From Utsunomiya's research.

Poniko, connected to the stables, is very dear, minus a pony.

Brush it on Mr. Poniko with Leggles, change the leaves, change the water.

Dr. Romanov is away today, so I'm not riding Mr. Poniko.

I laugh calmly when I speak to Joseph so he won't forget to come to the evening party after touching the unhated extent instead.

Returning with Leggles's hand, it was New Year's Eve at the corner, and we decided to take a break from studying and play till the party.

"It's too late."

"Right. What's wrong with you guys?"

"Probably."

The party began in the evening, with a standing style of arranging all the dishes in advance so that everyone in the mansion could attend as much as possible, and the chef was at his disposal to reheat them with magic when it got cold.

Yuansan was here with Yasukun, and Elise, Joseph, the head chef, Utsunomiya, and Rottenmeyer, but the three elves are not coming back.

Both Leggles and Play seem to be getting hungry, frowning down on the eight letters and holding his stomach.

What am I going to do, Mr. Rottenmeyer is the one who ears?

"I apologize to the teachers, but we should start first..."

"But..."

When I hesitate, I hear a zucchingly disturbing noise and a vortex of magic winds up in the middle of the room.

Light gathered in the vortex step by step, a slightly glowing moment, in the middle of the room stood the three elves.