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

What do you mean!?

Why would a merchant who sold a spell to Irma in a separate residence be that mother's servant Sebastian!?

If I looked carefully, the wallpaper in the background would look just like ours!?

Eyes and thoughts circle.

Mr. Pan and Mr. Bradamante struck his hand when he was too stunned to understand what it meant.

"It's still this one. Sometimes they whine," For the lady... "or" We have to protect the house and the lady, "so I wondered what kind of splendid person this person would serve."

"Heh...?

Even if I am confused, the reverse regeneration of the dagger's memory continues, and the dagger is put back in the box by Sebastian's hand and dark.

I calmed down a little to that darkness, so I take a deep breath when I ask you to stop the image of my memory.

By then, both Dr. Romanov and Mr. Rottenmeyer had returned to calm.

"... I didn't know this was coming"

"I thought the way it was done was aristocratic, but to boulders this is..."

To the two whining, we all lean our necks.

Before asking what it meant, Mr. Viktor raised his voice.

"You know that snake-like guy, uh? Alyosha is also Haiji...... oh, sorry. And Mr. Rottenmeyer?

You asked me to call you Rottenmeyer, not Heiji, while I was on duty... what a run from reality.

When this man explained that he was my mother's servant, Sebastian, Mr. Lara raised an uncomfortable frown.

"You're the one who poked the chick down the stairs......!

"Yes, I'm that outgoing servant."

Nodding, now Dr. Romanov opens his mouth.

"This seems to have struck us, Mr. Rottenmeyer and Mr. Phoenix, as if we had misspeculated,"

"You're the one on the left."

"Yeah? What does that mean?

Tilting his neck, Mr. Rottenmeyer explained to me, "Overtaking."

In this case, Mr. Rottenmeyer wondered if Irma had any intention of cursing this one.

'Cause maids.

I don't have any professional knowledge and can't tell the curse.

Not to mention the disqualification line as a nobleman, the level of maid chief over there, as you can see from Mr. Utsunomiya and Ms. Anne.

Furthermore, I have only bad feelings for my husband, Father, and for Leggles Kun.

He sent me a gift bought in a bundle of three sentences from a stream merchant to sum them up and thought it might be a mountain of Sekiya as a harassment that would come to mind enough to embarrass both sides.

"In one way or another, I was wondering if wearing funds to buy gifts was the main purpose. Somehow, he seemed to have nothing to do with the kind of plot that the young man said."

Indeed, in the memory of the dagger, the maid chief had acted like it.

Then the first thing the maid chief was planning was to wear clothes for the purchase, and the curse itself wasn't an important purpose?

To answer my question, Dr. Romanov moves his lips.

"In addition to Mr. Rottenmeyer's proposal, I thought there were nobles and merchants in other houses behind the scenes, and Phoenix Butterfly put your proposal to the head of the maid over there for wisdom."

Uh, in short, did the teachers think that my father or Regulus and I would have a mastermind who tried to harass me the way I came up with, using Irma, who wanted to miss the funds to buy birthday presents?

It seems that Mr. Rottenmeyer's aristocracy means that he can't do it without knowing the distant addition and subtraction and the circumstances of his aristocratic home, which may not be a good way to put it, but he can't do it in a "maid's style" harassment.

But Mr. Rottenmeyer is going to be able to do it, isn't he?

"Uh, your standard for a maid length is Mr. Rottenmeyer, but just because she's too competent, normal maids are so capable, because there aren't many, right?

"Ha!? It was!

To Mr. Viktor's bitter laughter, I am annoyed.

My maid length criterion is Mr Rottenmeyer.

I can't believe you're working for more than two people on your own, I don't.

You know that, but I figured it would be based on the person in front of me.

Ordinary maids can't do this.

If I roared, Mr. Lara slapped me on the shoulder.

"But as you inferred, the mastermind was plotting it, so it's not entirely off target."

"But when the mastermind becomes your mother's servant, Phoenix Butterfly, the story changes. Phoenix, your mother is involved or not, but it's different..."

Everyone nods at Dr. Romanov's bitter face like he swallowed it.

But I thought.

Sebastian, who Mr. Bradamante was watching in DeMilich, said, "For the lady" or, "We need to protect your house and your daughter".

So did Sebastian take this action to protect the house?

You mean.

"Lady, are you referring to my mother?

Apparently, questions overflowed unconsciously from my mouth.

The teacher and Mr. Bradamante were decent, and Mr. Rottenmeyer said, "Ah!" He raised his voice uncommonly.

"I'm sure the young lady doesn't remember her memory before the age of five being vague because of her illness, but Sebastian has been serving her side as a servant since her wife's childhood"

"Hmm? Are you old enough to look young?

"No. Sebastian is the son of a previous deacon, and his wife gave it to his wife because she was near her age."

"I gave it... it's not a toy..."

She shook her neck sideways when she was surprised at what Mr. Rottenmeyer and others had said and done to refer to humans as objects.

"I remember the Grand Mistress moaning that it felt exactly like she had given you a toy, and so was her treatment of Sebastian"

"... what...!

No, but would there be a word out there that you're being treated like that and that you're going to protect the house or the lady?

Maybe the man in this memory isn't Sebastian.

But I don't think my father, Leggles, or a man like Sebastian, who has any quarantine with me, has so many in the field.

Assuming he was the butler's son, why would he move now if he thought he had to protect Kikunai?

There were as many opportunities to move, and if you care about Kikunai, you should have stopped my mother's waste and what kaya first.

And yet you're soaking it all up. What does this mean?

Several question marks grow on my head.

But I'm not Sebastian because I thought about it.

As he thinks with a wrinkle between his eyebrows, Mr. Bradamante hesitates to spin the words "Um".

"I don't know if this is better or worse for me, but I think I'm serious about wishing this person would 'protect your daughter'"

Mr. Bradamante says that Sebastian had been haunted by dim sentiment for a long time, but when he spoke of the "lady," he felt a single bottle went right through his core?

Then why did you do it then?

Sebastian had mocked parents who exposed themselves to ugliness at the table of discussion with their parents, who had exchanged teachers and Mr. Rottenmeyer.

If you wanted to protect the house, protect my mother, it wouldn't be a good idea to show that ugliness over there, why didn't you flatter it?

No, there are too many mysteries.

My thoughts are boiling too much, and the hot air is going to rise from my head with puffiness.

Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Rottenmeyer, the two of them who were there looked very complicated.

The sound of pampering and squeaking hands echoed in the study.

Mr. Viktor shrugs his shoulder when he hurts.

"Let's take a breath. If you can have some tea and calm down, maybe you'll see something again."

Everyone nodded at the words.