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

evening after a short break after a discussion with Mr. Rottenmeyer.

Mr. Viktor came back to the mansion with Mr. Louis as he became a helo, so we talked about even dinner together.

I don't want to talk about what's supposed to be a bad digestion in the dining room seat, but Estreja stayed in the fort and the guarding of the mansion became three teachers and a Barbarian.

For information-sharing, well, I wonder if I can help.

Mr. Louis said he went to the fort with Mr. Viktor to discuss the future with Captain Chatelet.

Captain Châtelet took command of the scene as a matter of course, and he decided to keep the liaison officer in close contact.

And it seems that formal command was still to be held by Mr. Louis.

That's in short, even if my father came to the fort and said it was an exercise or something and encouraged him to leave the army, "I no longer have the authority to review expenses. Please get confirmation from Mr. Saint-Justo" so you think it's a convenience to push?

So, Louis is willing to relax with the feeling that "then please prepare an estimate of the purpose and guidelines of the exercise and the costs involved in this exercise and submit the prescribed documents".

Even if my father now tells me that he will dismiss Mr. Louis, Mr. Louis is a human resource introduced to me by His Excellency the Prime Minister. If I were to make you quit, I would tell you what kind of nonsense there was, and I would have to convince His Excellency the Chancellor to resonate with later work and relationships.

But Louis was hired to rebuild the territory, that is, to cut expenses and do something about it.

I'm guessing which one of you is saying what went through your mind, the Count who suddenly says nothing has happened but moves the troops of the territory, or the deputy who showed difficulty in cutting expenses.

Further, he said, documents had been made to reduce it and turn it to the defense costs it should have because of the Countess' low cost-effectiveness of social spending.

Now my father's weapon is unavailable.

My mother is the one who stays, but this is unexpected and unexpected. "There seems to be some misunderstanding, but I (I) dare to leave my son in a harsh environment. The reprimand from His Majesty is, in a way, my calculation".

He said he was doing a tearful trilogy play because he also left me in the territory because his grandmother had willed my mother to "stay out of parenting" in order to give me the strength to defend the territory.

Naturally, there's no one to take it... and there's no such thing.

And the Duke of Rottlingen taught me on the express via the Adventurer Guild to be careful because some people truly take such lies and try to get along with me and my mother's parents and children.

You're a pain in the ass.

That sentiment seemed to be on his expression, and Louis, who reported it, laughed bitterly.

"I don't know, but there are a certain number of people without that kind of imagination."

"I hope we don't have to get involved."

I care more about the existence of express delivery via Adventurer Guild than that.

When asked how it worked, Lara told me after she opened her eyes gently.

Firstly, the Adventurer's Guild and the Artisan/Merchant's Guild say they will have a network that will put the sea on again, and that network is connected by a stone slab carved with metastatic magic.

It's just that one person is the limit of what they can carry, and they can't have that much luggage. Because if you go through the Adventurer Alliance, you can only send it to the Adventurer Alliance that you have designated, or the Merchant Alliance that you have designated. They're either going to deliver it as a request to the Alliance or they're going to have to come and get it. It's more expensive than a normal way of transporting, but if you're arguing for a moment, it's aristocratically fast and convenient enough.

"Um, if I could carry a lot, I could organize a concert viewing tour of La Purcell."

"You're not going on patrol, you're asking me to come to a dedicated theater over here?

Tilt your neck, Mr. Viktor asks.

La Purcell concert and Mr. Jayanta is also looking at me with a glittering eye.

"Because it's better for you to come than go, and the money will fall on Kikunai. For example, we sell concert tickets, transportation, how much - including accommodation - in packs. If the transfer magic was easy to use, I could set the transportation costs cheaper than the carriage, and if you could come many times with floating money, I guess that would be better..."

"And," he says, "I think a thundercloud could have stepped in from Mr. Rottenmeyer's back, and I clasp my mouth.

Yes, it was.

I was just resting.

Comparing how I look to Mr. Rottenmeyer like that, I block Mr. Jayanta's mouth, which Mr. Upatra almost said something about.

"More than that, boy, how are you feeling? I heard you fell."

"Oh, I heard you were blinded?

"Actually, it's the matter..."

I was blinded for a moment, and later I took it away and there was nothing. But before it matters, I'm just going to take a little rest. I apologize for the delay in completing the requested clothes at last.

When I told him that, Mr. Upatra laughed corny.

"You don't have to worry about it, that's all. 'Cause I told you, eagles, if your grief cleared up. That includes physical fitness."

"Yeah. Murimah also says, 'If you're not feeling well, you can't hit any celebrity worker that's good,' and he doesn't hit you when you're not feeling well. In that case, the customer waits for years until he cares."

"Huh... is that what this is about?

Seller Market Wow.

I mean, that's what you can do because you're a famous man in the world, and Effet Papillon is a good place for small companies, so why not?

If you have a bit of trouble replying, Mr. Upatra shakes his neck to the side.

"You shattered that famous man's weapon, didn't you? Gilmouth here has taught us that artisan guilds are bothering us with the emergence of new celebrities."

"That's right, Manlu. I'm getting hooked up with my information network quickly."

"Really..."

I wonder if it's okay to rest more and more.

On my signs softly, Mr. Rottenmeyer, who had refrained behind me, moves softly and stands beside me.

"Young lady, nothing will stop you until your hobby. Just slow down a little and think about your body the best…"

"Really?"

"Yes."

That's hard.

Just thinking about creating a school, putting laws in place, enriching the territory isn't moving a little bit.

And yet, because I know it's a revolution halfway through, or just because it's similar, I'm just in a hurry to see if there's ever going to be a day of blood as well as that one if I keep going.

It's already a mess in my head.

There's all sorts of things out there that I can't sort out, and I can't help but be hot in the back of my eyes.

"Young lady!?

"Huh?"

Raising her gaze to Mr. Rottenmeyer's rare and hasty voice kind of seeps and distorts her face.

When I blink thinking it's strange, my cheeks are like wet.

At the same time that Mr. Rottenmeyer's hand extended to his forehead, the chair was gently pulled and Mr. Lara stood opposite Mr. Rottenmeyer.

Then the feeling of a cold hand on the neck muscle.

"The fever......!?

"That's pretty hot."

The indoor air shakes deliberately.

"What a difficult child you are."

There comes a voice that doesn't speak to men or women.

The moment my fluffy body lifted up and my night-colored cloth spread all over my eyes, oh and I realized I was being held, my lid was falling on my own by a fierce sleeper.