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

That's how La Purcell and Estreja traveled to the Imperial Capital, led by Mr. Viktor and Mr. Lara. But with metastatic magic.

The Concourse is the Imperial Theatre I went to at Maria's concert before, and the militants are going to do it in the Colosseum in the opposite direction to the Imperial Theatre, and the day after the qualifying for the Music Concourse so as not to wear both of them, the qualifying will be held every other day with the feeling that the qualifying for the Music Concourse is again......

Eight sets of musical competitions and militant parties can be in the main battle.

It's a rally of fierce men from all over the Empire, so it seems like it's a big deal just to slip into those eight groups.

For that reason, a few days after the grand party, I was listening to a report from two people as I put a chick on my lap in my study.

"Vicha contacted me, but apparently both sides slipped into the eight groups. And so did they."

"That's as far as you can imagine."

If you're in a music competition, you're in the corner, and if you're in a militant party, that's okay, right?

This militant party, no adventurer with a really strong rank above it. I don't know why, because the price of the requests we usually take is higher than the prize money we get for going to militant parties, and the names are sold, so we don't need to sell them now.

There will be other individual and circumstance, but there are a lot of adventurers about up there even when they come out, and they want to sell their names because those guys have strength but they don't sell their names.

That's about as much to be wary of.

Of, it should be, but there's been a bit of madness this time.

What an upstairs adventurer coming to the tournament.

"After that, before you hit them... did you say Barbarian? I hope we don't hit that party with them."

"Um, that's all. Romeo, I just have to bet your luck..."

Tickles and Dr. Romanoff laughs.

I don't know about Mr. Romeo's luck...... he said, "I'm lucky," but if I were lucky, I wouldn't be scammed.

Well, already there is by saying that we will do our best to wait for Heavenly Fate.

"If we get into the main battle, we should start making public bets... what's the setup like?

"You have my report."

The second adult in the study is Mr. Louis, who works as Kikunai's deputy.

I get up off the couch with my gray hair shaking saggily.

"Baron Ballas here is a suggestion - the stakes were reluctant at first to be put out by the Baron, but if you are a benevolent Baron lord, such as to grace a little poor adventurer from there if you are going to make money, then there will be no chores... and if you incite, you have come on board. It is your discretion to make the case that you have the right to sell Effet Papillon, and to arrange for them to be named. Your father feels bitter about it and wants to punish you. At last, I would like you to help me bet on the rights of Effet and Papillon, which are responsible for your growth. If successful, the profits derived from the rights are divided into mountains in both houses. If I also told him that the Count Kikunai family wanted to keep this through friendship with the Baron Ballas family during the period, and that the Count only wanted it...... he replied, 'I must help you', that he had no doubts whatsoever. I'm also writing you a statement to conspire with you."

"Oh... yeah... well. Thanks."

I'm putting some clothes on my teeth because this is definitely in front of me, but I guess I actually had a more superiority and greedy way of lifting them.

He said he was good at abdominal arts.

This Mr. Louis, he just sold himself in, and the practice was tremendously competent, and he seared out of a sheet of paperwork that he had wasted money on, and he seemed to poke at his parents about the unnatural hiring of his father's and mother's edge and the high salary not commensurate with his abilities, and the bureau said Dondoco officials were replacing him?

I throw out one of my parents' late, not working too much, and instead I'm applying for one who worked for my grandmother, or one who got a recommendation from one of those relationships, and Mr. Rottenmeyer is contributing me on this.

It was in my diary, but by the time I grew up, my grandmother was securing people to support Kikunai.

But such a nobleman is noisy in vain and wrongfully.

I guess I was in the way of my father, who wanted to like the Count family, and my mother, who wanted to be extravagant.

In a few years instead, most of them were forced to quit or were driven away by idleness?

My grandmother owes me a favor, but that's all I have left to work for. On the verge of reaching that line, he said there was Mr. Louis' HR intervention, and I seem to have managed to make it.

"Something with a heart was noticing the recent changes in the city well, and some of them looked into my you being moved," Louis told me, "but we all thought it would still take decades for me to hold Kikunai's real power, and we couldn't wait until then.

Mr. Louis showed up at such a place and at first he was sighing of disappointment that nothing would change, but wouldn't he be happy to eliminate his father and mother's bereaved officials?

At last, Kikunai's boy... it's about me... but he said that he must have started to chase down his parents, and that the one person who's been chased here lately is calling me back.

"Was my movement that easy to understand?"

"No, the human being who realizes it because it cleverly sprinkles the sales route of Effet Papillon or takes the form it is purchasing. But my grandmother, many of the people you gathered were boulders, unusually eye-catching."

"Really? I have to thank my grandmother for that."

It's a little complicated as far as I'm concerned when they show me a sample of what I can do with a split even if it's an array up there.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd also like to thank Ms Rottenmeyer. She kept me connected, so I could bring back the talent."

"I'm one of the hardest to get. I will also convey my thanks to you. Instead, tell those who came back and those who put up with patience that I was grateful."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as he stood still and thanked him, Mr. Louis headed to the door just to say that he had done his errands.

And one and Louis gazed at Leggles, who was reading a cloth picture book on my lap.

"... you look a lot alike. If you will, don't go down the same path as your father."

"Of course it is. I'm not gonna let this kid go that way."

"Speaking of which, Grandmother, I know you. He said that my subordinate saw you passing by... As I looked into your contents, I heard you looked just like my grandmother. It's a blessing to have all your brothers."

As long as I'm good at abdominal arts, I don't know if I'm good at flattery or something.

Well, no.

Dropping off Mr. Louis' back, I open the page where I was pinching the diary of my grandmother.

One more thing, I need a trick, but don't tell Mr. Louis that.

Ask Dr. Romanov, who asks this one, get the chick off her knees and ask.

"Dr. Romanov, what's going on with the 'Ukrainian' thing?

"Lara hung up on Alliance headquarters to make sure they and Estreja got through the fight that way."

"Thank you. After that, we just hope they and Estraija hit it."

"Yes, but you used to know such an old ritual"

"My grandmother seemed interested in the history of the Empire, and it was thanks to this that the first emperor had the divine power when the Empire opened..."

I wonder if my grandmother was a historical girl around the journal saying so.

Looks like we've got the horns and the bills.