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

In ancient times, the wrath of a monarch was likened to lightning and lightning.

That's not that when the monarch gets angry, there's magic and lightning, he's just saying it by analogy to how angry he is that he can see the illusion that the lightning is burning behind him.

"... but you physically have blizzards too, don't you? There have been signs for a long time, but it seems that the development and strengthening of the Magnetic Nerve is happening faster than we expected"

"Ugh, I was confident in the controls..."

"Even with that control accuracy, it would mean that there was an uncontrollable amplitude of emotion."

Quietly the cup of tea returns to the saucer.

Dr. Romanoff basically drinks tea when he sandwiches, and he says that's a pie he doesn't even want to change for lunch.

When I see you in a green, thriving courtyard, arranging lunches on the rug I brought, I feel like I'm here for a picnic, but I'm actually still at the fort.

"I'm so hysterical and embarrassed to be angry and freeze things..."

"I don't think so. I even think I'm on the right track."

Why not.

Obviously, it's not a good idea to leak emotions.

When I accidentally frowned, I was stretched out to Leggles, who found wrinkles between my eyebrows.

For this reason, Leggles-kun's lunch today was eaten in a round-molded butter rice with a character valve layered with thick omelettes and painted in boiled tomato sauce to make it look like a chick, loose.

I was a little jealous of that, Mr. Viktor, and I think he's being used in supply procurement by now.

I missed the point.

Dr. Romanov nods in his gaze, "Why?"

"Being angry consumes a lot of heat. Well, I'm tired. That's how much physical strength I use, so when it's hard to live, there's no more heat to turn to anger. Instead of turning to anger last year, you suffered from a nasty illness because you were even at risk for the amount of heat you needed to live. But lately, I've been able to get enough of the magic to activate unconsciously for the sake of anger. It's not all bad, I guess."

"Really... I got a shorter temper than last year..."

"No, you're awesome when the fire lights, but the grace period until the fire lights is terribly long. Looks like there's just a small explosion in the pile this time."

Blizzard with a small explosion, I knew you were a jerk.

I have to keep my mind tight.

When I'm eating a sandwich with Moso, I'm offered a spoon with a little omelet from the bottom.

"No, uh!

"Huh? Let's eat, Leggles."

"Yummy, huh?

"Yeah, that's why Leggles eats..."

"Ahem!

I lost the pressure of a spoon that could be pressed all the time, and when I ate it, it was already delicious.

I just felt fluttered and happy, shadowed all the time.

Burning red hair in Topaz's eyes. This supple body is reminiscent of a forged straight blade (right away) sword.

If you look again, the captain is quite a man.

What is it, Kikunai?

Other than the Lords, the face deviation is higher.

"What's up?

"Mind if I interrupt?

There is no difference, so nodding, on the rug laid in the hallway, the captain sits somewhere.

When I told him to serve the tea, Elise had the spine right and poured the tea into the cup and offered it to the captain.

Thank you very much, the captain has tea in his mouth. Then he opens and closes his mouth, gets lost a few times and talks out.

"Your sergeant... you said earlier that you were as alert to yourself and the soldiers of this fort as you were to deploy a first-level battle inside."

"Yes, I only know the bad side of my father, so if it's that father's belly, I guess it's one of those things... Well, do you say you were deciding? You didn't do anything wrong, so you said you were running extremely bad."

"But for that, he was quite angry at the current state of this fort"

"That's right. It has nothing to do with you being my father's belly and overlooking this fort being unfairly cold."

If this is the other way around, and this fort is the only unusually good golden circle... or something like that, I'm not talking about it again.

The fact is that even one, a belly heart, says his father was a cold-hearted fool.

"I see, your Cao Tzu is a monarch"

Dr Romanov frowned and Estreja shrugged at the slightest taunt in the cold Topaz's eyes.

Kacha and Leggles left the spoon on the plate.

"How about a little puffy?

"Right. Stop deliberately trying to piss me off. If you want to know the truth, I'll explain it properly."

".................. Huh!

Stick around.

It was the captain who distracted himself from everything around him as he sipped and watched me and the captain.

Well, not just to me, but to Leggles. "Why? Why?" What if they saw it on my face, I had to break it. Think of the charm of chicks.

"… so can I ask you something"

"It's a simple story. All I want to do is say that the inhabitants are so rich that they can't do it without being under circumstances where they can enjoy both academia and art. And the soldiers of this fort are also my inhabitants. Of course you are."

"What you can't do without the people being rich..."

"Yes. That's why we activate our economy, moisturize our territory, feed our strong soldiers, and encourage our residents to live a secure, safe and peaceful life. I want to grow something that I wouldn't grow without the soil of abundance and peace. And everything that lives in Kikunai is my territory. Soldiers, captains, merchants, peasants, old, young, men, women, everything."

But richness and peace aren't enough, are they? But first, peace and abundance.

It is only by enriching those two that we proceed to the next step.

And in peace, without the captains and soldiers of this fort, we won't be talking.

Put the last bite of the sandwich in your mouth and sip a little warmer tea all at once.

Then when I paid for the bread and my hands, it seemed I had just finished eating Leggles, and Mr. Utsumi was wiping my face and my hands.

"Well, captain. Are all the soldiers here?

"Except for the ones that rolled out into the city on a nonstop basis"

"Fine. One of us who's not on duty should just bring his protective gear."

When they get up, the teachers, who have finished their meals as well, get up and follow after the captain who guides them.

"Boy, are you sure you're six?

"Apparently, it is. I only remember clearly from last year."

"Oh... Mr. Rottenmeyer, that stuffed hair guy told me."

I nod to Mr. Jayanta, who for some reason dives into his voice and asks.

Then you heard the voice, and the captain turned around just by the neck.

"I can guarantee myself that your Cao Zi is six years old. When your son was a baby, he was brought here by his predecessor, the Countess and Shisei."

"Really!?

What do you mean?

Twisting his neck, the captain bites off a grin to see if that was weird.

It didn't seem like a bad laugh, but I immediately went back to the original Buddha top.

"You said my father brought you back..."

"Master Left. I went from Kikunai to Teito, where I could be a knight... well, that's a good cut."

"Hmm? It must have been my father's belly, right?

"If it is the stomach that obeys the promises and orders only on the top, then it will be. Most likely, the Count will open his heart lightly if he can arrange his words."

"Did you line up the vernacular?

"No way. He's the one who wanted to cut off his own neck. I've been lined up to admire the Count ever since, and I think I'm curious."

Oh, my God, he's one of those underprivileged people around.

Are you really competent as a soldier?

You guessed what you thought from my expression, the captain spins his words as he stands on the top of the Buddha.

"Personal martial arts, of course, is quite a battle that led the platoon"

"... I have not yet touched upon the military, but may I interpret it as the Lord's ability, albeit adopted by the Count's son-in-law, to the extent that he is only allowed to operate the platoon?

"I don't care"

There are many more capabilities required for soldier operations than personal martial arts.

I also say that if you can't get a correct picture of the current situation and read up to three or four hands of a person, you won't grow up as an officer.

Is it bad to expect something like that from someone who leaves Kikunai alone for a year?

But still, my father has a longer day about the military.

It was my battle to keep that experience and knowledge from swinging enough. I'm not going up on the same mound, and I'm not going up to do it.

"This way," he was put through, sounding like a cafeteria, lined with a number of long desks of grassy trees, somewhat lined with soldiers' gear on top of them.

And the number of soldiers is low.

Even though it's a 2,000-strong fort, I wonder if less than fifty people are here right now, even if one of the rogue ones is soaking up.

Even though it's a cancerous dining room, the soldiers are full of discontent.

A soldier with a red face, a brick face and a brick body screams.

"I don't care what the captain says, I won't bow my head to Kikunai's nobleman Sama!

"That's right! Yes!"

I could see metal helmets flying this way, matching the voices of the other soldiers I followed, and maybe the wind cutting.