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

"... something, I'm sorry?

"No... well... it's okay... yes"

I bowed my head to Mr. Romeo Tibolto McCushio at the doorstep of the dazzling arena in West Japan.

To conclude, Estreja won.

I won, but the... the way I won is a little bit.

"Young man, you did it..."

"Ugh, yeah. I'm reflecting, I'm really sorry."

"I'm sorry about Jae-san, so why don't you come over?

"Ya, I'm really fine...... yes...... eh there's next!

Romeo and the others are frightened, but Leggles also imitates me and puts his head down.

Play-kun apologized for something with me, but I'm really sorry about something.

Dr. Romanoff, I can't bite you to death with a laugh.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to end like that!

"We'll settle in a few seconds after the game starts, and that'll be history."

History.

Neither I nor the three of us can help but notice Mr. Lara's words.

The sound of the bronze shook the Colosseum's air and the moment they took a step toward Estrelaia...

"All of a sudden a black thing comes out at my feet, I get wrapped up in it and I flutter, I take the liberty of catching my foot on Brother McCushio's munchkin, I hit him in the head with my freshly tried Romeo brother, my pants snap on Brother Tibolt's ass and he snaps, and the hiccups he falls on me are bad, and I'm worried about you with your butt out, don't curse me!

"... Yeah, it was this way that I planted it to be cursed, but that one didn't work."

No, really.

Instead of fighting, the baron was also screaming at the self-destructing guys on his own, "I told him not to swallow the laurel leaves!" or screaming, "so the audience was eating a booming storm.

I'm sure the Empire will be gone by tomorrow and the Baron's ugliness will spread to the aristocratic society.

My body is full of ravioli, horns, and face.

The social world is horrible, and now Baron Ballas can't come up for the time being anymore.

On the other hand, Kikunai's stock will go up...... I hope. It would be your word if a "don't sell fights to Kikunai" kind of nani spread even if you didn't come up.

Either way, the battle between Estreja and them is over, and my battle is next.

Looking softly, Mr. Lara held up Leggles and held hands with him.

"No?

"Young man?"

"Please stay home first. Because I have something to do."

When I tell you, Leggles and Play, I nod quietly.

Then Mr. Lara muttered about something, and his appearance disappeared in the light.

Here's a short farewell to Estraija as well.

Dropping off my back returning to the accommodation I'm staying in, I enter the room again with Dr. Romanov, which was the understatement of Estraija in Colosseum.

There was Mr. Louis waiting.

"I've been waiting for you, my lord."

"Good luck, Mr. Louis. After that, did the Baron say anything to you?

"He asked me if I knew about the Uchi ratio..."

"I didn't dare to tell you that I expected this to happen. Weren't you sympathetic?

"Yes, the Count told me that there was reprimand against me... but he seemed to want the Count to take it from me by sympathy. But now the destination of hostility will go from me to you."

"That's good. It's the seed of hatred I sowed, so I prune it."

A slight crease leans between Mr. Louis' eyebrows. A few disturbing signs starved the air.

And I shake my head.

"I don't trust you. I would be safe in the back of the mansion, but I still don't have enough power to protect you. You have to work harder. I don't want you to risk buying grudges for this nonsense."

"I understand. But if you can't stay with me, there's no way. Don't forget."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind for the liver"

Nodding, Mr. Louis smiles.

It's a short relationship, but I know this guy's not a cold guy. The expression doesn't look the same, it's actually quite rich.

When the person changes his expression all the time, he gives me a box.

"It's from Ms Rottenmeyer," she said when she tilted her neck.

When I received it and checked inside, I got a cape shaped like blue mimicking beautiful butterfly feathers and a coat and waistcoat similar to the teacher's ribbed clothes with bright blue embroidery on the black ground, then half pants.

Surprised, Mr. Lara appeared glowing in the armoire.

"You made it, Manru. Okay, I'll do it."

"Oh, yes."

In the meantime, if I change my clothes, Lara will make me long hair by leaving me uncut from last year.

When only the right side was lowered for a long time and all the left was braided, slightly exorcised makeup was applied to the eye area.

"Manaro has power in her eyes, so you can stare at her as much as you want."

"Phoenix, you've had stronger eyes since you lost weight."

"Ha, really..."

I don't know much about that area, but if it can be used as a weapon, that's fine.

I will now escort Dr. Romanov into the Imperial Mansion of the Duke Rotlingen family, a relative of Baron Ballas.

That's where you put the stakes on this bet.

Mr. Viktor said he had made arrangements in advance, and the carriage with Kikunoi's family crest stops in front of me and Dr. Romanov.

Make it into these clothes. Make it a carriage, Mr. Rottenmeyer, who anticipated the advance of the fight, secretly asked the teachers to keep it.

"From now on, you have to anticipate and prepare yourself for something like this."

"That responsibility will arise, but it will also be in your service to put the right people in the right place to work. Rely on people and think about using and being used successfully. You're not alone."

"Yes."

The vibration of the carriage running the cobblestone stopped only after gradually.