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

I don't know! Oh, my God!

A young, lightly bright voice can be heard from across the door.

In reply to that, I opened the door and Angela was standing.

It's a made-up outfit like Elise and Mr. Utsunomiya wear, but Angela's has a lot of cute ribbons on her apron and a small bag of cloth down her shoulder.

And letters for little ones like red leaves.

"Ro, Ro, Ro, Ro, Ro."

"Yes, thank you. Thank you very much."

"Aye!"

It's cute to laugh all the time at the words of labor.

How dare Angela work at Kikunai's mansion while Siel is archaic.

To be precise, I'm a maid of honor apprentice, but it feels like Mr. Rottenmeyer is looking to the future to teach me some essential skills and reading and writing calculations for maids from now on, while undertaking child protection while my sister is away.

Somehow, Angela's under one of Leggles, but she doesn't take the pull for speed and physical toughness, does she?

That makes Mr. Rottenmeyer feel futuristic, he's a big rookie with expectations.

I gaze up from Angela all the time, and when I look at the corner of the hallway, Elise shows up and bows down a bit.

Angela's educator looks like Elise today.

"Mmm!" said Angela, stroking her head as she offered. "It's an ah-a-togo!," and she leaves for Elise.

When I went back to my room, I saw the letter I had been given.

In the sender's column there is a signature with Roethlingen.

Around the open, this looks more like a letter that came to "us" than to me.

I glance at the note that was inside.

There, when I was spending my summer vacation in Corsara, they said a catastrophe involving adventurers, residents and heavens from the monster cattle breeding occurred in a dungeon in the ruling land of a certain Duke's Gate.

It was a land where no major outbreaks had occurred in hundreds of years, and the Duke's branch, which had managed the dungeon, was completely unprepared, and that seems to have been the factor that couldn't stop the damage.

I know there's a lot of ex-post processing, but there's not one dungeon in the empire, so they ordered an investigation into whether the nobles who hold the dungeons in their territory at the same time during the period are properly prepared.

To the counts of Kikunai and his wife, of course, orders were given.

But there's no way I can answer those two...

No, Mr. Louis was giving those two a proper report on all the things we're doing to counter a major outbreak.

'Cause I have a copy of the paperwork on hand.

In order to win the credit of the Duke of Rottlingen, I have also given you a copy of the document.

The Counts of Kikunai and Kikunai bought some tea and anger.

Still, the Duke of Rottlingen has submitted a report on the preparations to His Majesty, and I am not to blame for Kikunai's practical personnel - that is, me and the Kikunai family themselves.

They say it's time for Kikunoi and his wife to hide out, exclusively rumored in Teito.

For that reason, you can't return the stigma, or those two will not be able to return to the country until you can properly explain your self-government through your own mouth.

No, the nobles around you won't toy with it and return it.

When that happens, we won't be able to sloppily go home, by the time we're liberated, and we won't be able to go home this year anymore, so it should be the new year for the couple to go home there.

That's how the letter was closed.

... of which, you really are a cliff!?

I accidentally got white eyes!

In the Kiphoenix Empire, basically, a territory with borders and dungeons is to be ruled by a house that the Emperor has recognized as worthy of trust, pledging allegiance to the Empire.

Especially since there are many old houses.

'Cause it's hard to pick a borderline uncle, huh?

Because it's a border with a foreign country, I have trouble getting rubbed poorly, because I have trouble getting used to them.

There's no such thing as a man who can think of a political balance without his loyalty shaking.

The dungeon doesn't taste good on that point, and if you can figure out the advantages and rule properly, you're eligible for a wheelchair country change.

Because it's meritorious and trustworthy, it's up to me.

At the time of the last Great Occurrence, it was not enough, but the fact that it was properly prepared and did not harm Heaven and put an end to the disturbance in its own territory, Kikunai managed to keep his face open.

But this time it was really dangerous.

Anyway, it hasn't been a hundred years since the last major outbreak. And yet what would have happened if we had known we'd been cutting dungeon management fees for our own entertainment expenses...

Your spine is very cold in a situation that isn't strange when your house is flat.

If I don't have a title, I may not have to rub it in the future with Leggles, but then I can't possibly feed her alone this time.

It's just another dream of a musical.

When I fold His Excellency Rottlingen's letter, I look up to heaven.

Not if you're peeling white eyes.

Dr. Romanov asked for Angela, which means that Mr. Viktor and Mr. Lara are likely to be looking at this letter as well.

I have to check that, too, and I would like to show this letter to Mr Rottenmeyer and Mr Louis.

Open the door of the room and exit into the hallway and plug into the corner of the stairs to the ground floor as you walk early.

And I tried to plug it into the stairs, and from downstairs I said, "No!" and a cheerful voice.

Peeping down through the gap in the railing, there's a smiling, cute, patchy, waving chick, and a sorry looking Joseph next to her.

"Leggles, huh? What happened to Joseph?

"Um, I have a hangover. But, Joseph, I want you to be damned!

"Hmm? Is something wrong?

"Joseph, don't you have any?

"I don't get angry all of a sudden. I can't make up my mind if I don't listen to you."

"Okay -! Joseph, listen to me.

"Fine."

I guess I should go to Mr. Viktor, Lara, and Rottenmeyer first, but Joseph's complexion, which I saw by the way and down the stairs, is terribly bad.

Maybe he's not feeling well because he's rattled and shivering.

When he thought so and tried to speak up, Joseph bowed his head with a lot of momentum.

"Also, thigh, if, I'm sorry!

"To?"

"Wow, wow, I know, young, keeping the young lady's pony...!

"O Joseph, calm down...!

Rubbing Joseph's folded back in a hurry to his rough breath so rough that I think he's even waking him up with hyperventilation, Leggles rubs Joseph's back with a worried face, too.

Already, my chick, she's a really good kid... and she's not.

Keeping him under control that he was about to soothe, and for now let Joseph raise his face, his face messed up with tears and runny nose.

When he offered the handkerchief, Joseph began to cry in earnest with Gusgus.

"Oh, my God, you don't..." Pony-son, no, no, no, no. "

"Because you don't have to cry. Did something happen to Mr. Poniko? Sick or injured?

"Joseph, don't do it. What are you going to do about Potato?

Even though it's like a child...... Leggles has never cried that way, and I don't play it, so I don't solve it a bit, but Leggles and I take Joseph, who cried out loud, to the living room with our hands behind our back.

Then Mr. Utsunomiya, who was cleaning the living room, jumped up and was surprised.

Explain the situation and get me three cups of tea.

It's going to take a while for Gusgus to heal.

When I thought so, Leggles told me, "Hey."

"Porky, it's not a big deal, but it's a lot of yummy"

"I'm not sick, but do you want me to show you a doctor?

What's that?

It doesn't make any sense, I don't know as much as Imani.

To the words of Leggles, you two twist your necks.

Then Joseph opened his mouth, sipping his nostrils gradually.

"Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, ya, yah

A question mark comes to my head in an unfamiliar word.

What the hell do you mean, "there's a little bit of"? No?

Slowly bite down the meaning of the word.

"Ah, Mr. Red!? Mr. Poniko, are you there Red!?

"Akasa!?

Unexpectedly shouted to me, Joseph turning bright blue, jumping off the couch where he was sitting and the style of the dugout.

I let my head stick in the carpet, like a sample of a flat-headed.

"Also, sorry, sorry! Wow, I know, how much Poniko I kept from the young lady, to the one who unraveled every horse's bones...! What an apology...!

Joseph said his stomach was probably big enough to say he was already on the moon.

So at a time when I was running away repeatedly in the summer, well, it seems, I must have gone gnarly.

But.

"Wait? Me and Leggles, we took care of Ponyko yesterday, but she wasn't hungry, was she?

"Porky, are you all right?

Me and Leggles' routine includes taking care of Mr. Poniko.

How can you look at me like that every day and not notice my pregnancy?

Even roaring in doubt, Joseph opens his mouth like he's ready.

That look is so much more than grief, is blood drawing from your face, and your lips are bright blue.

"If the monster is slightly more..."

My back pops in that groan.

If you're a monster, Mr. Poniko is in danger.

"Joseph. Tell the teachers, especially Mr. Viktor, to come to the stables. Let Viktor see what's in Poniko's tummy."

"Ha, ha, ha!

"If what's in Poniko's stomach is a monster, there's a chance he'll come out eating Poniko's stomach. If so..."

"If so, what do you do...?

That's settled.

If it's a fierce monster, then.

"What are you doing, Aka-san Po...?

"At that time, I'll have you dead before you eat Mr. Poniko's stomach."

He has very cold eyes.

Leggles, I looked so terrible in the blue eyes with tear membranes stretched out.