Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Wake up in the morning sun, rest your body on the bed, stretch out.

Small body, puffy hands and feet.

I'm just three years old, my memory stays the same, but my body is growing into a crowd.

On the day of his birth, he saw the angel, but the other sighed as if he had given up immediately, and was gone.

The angel hasn't shown himself since.

My memories remain intact.

Memories of my previous life, I was reborn into a baby with decades of living memories.

Alexander Carlisle.

That's my new name.

Born as the eldest son of the prestigious Duke of Carlisle family of the Empire, I lived one life without liberty with a nanny sun umbrella.

When I was able to walk, a girl my age was brought by me.

Angelica Silva.

He is my pardoned daughter-in-law and the only daughter of the emerging aristocrat, Associate Baron Silva.

I saw what my father meant.

Memorable, I am well aware of the power relationship between the Duke and the Associate Baron.

If the Duke says so, it is the Associate Baron who cannot refuse.

My pardon daughter-in-law of the same age is still fine.

It is the power relationship between the two sides that the Duke cannot refuse to tell his bride that he wants a girl who has just been able to walk to his own in Loricon.

The flesh is a walking child, but the spirit is much older than the father's.

Even when it comes to forgiveness, you can't naturally see it that way.

Angelica - I practically kept an eye on Ange, while building a good play-friend relationship.

"Oh yes... Alec..."

That Ange woke up by my side.

Always sleeping in the same bet. She still seems half asleep, even less tongue-in-cheek than usual.

"Good morning, Ange, would you like to wash your face?

"Alec, please..."

"Well, let's go then"

I pulled Ange's hand and went out the hallway from my bedroom, which was big enough to be an athletic field.

There was a maid Amelia who I knew well.

Amelia, a finger wrestling worker, also in this mansion, she gave me a deep salute.

"Good morning, Master Alec. Is this your morning favor? I'll help you."

"It's okay, because we can do it ourselves. I'll go say hello in the morning later than that, so report it to your father. If you don't, your father will come this way."

"My husband loves Alec."

"Nevertheless, your father is a duke, and if you show him too little majesty, the realm will not be relieved"

"Oh... the wisdom of being like Alec... I get it! This Amelia, I will say her husband properly."

"Are you okay?

"Yes! All you have to do is tell Alec what he is. My husband will have to wait too if I tell him the truth that Alec is most adorable and dressed!

Roughen your nose and theorize, Amelia.

I almost got the momentum to barometric pressure, but that's the way Father seems to convince me.

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

"Yes!"

In the afternoon, the tutor became available from this day on.

In one room of the mansion, one blackboard on two study desks.

A young man tutor appreciated for me and Ange was intent on it.

"Now let's start by reading and writing the letters"

"Yes, thank you"

"Oh, please"

When I graced him lightly, Ange, sitting at the desk next to him, rushed to do the same.

"Then I pronounce it first, so read it after that"

The tutor wrote the letter on the blackboard and read it with a clear pronunciation.

Me and Ange, as we were told, read it in imitation.

After being taught how to read all the way through, he was instructed to write on the notebook at hand.

It's fresh to study letters from scratch, it's been decades since I've done this.

I take it easy to write, but Ange works hard.

The way Ange does that when she's just three years old is adorable and cute that makes her want to reach out and nadenade her head.

By the way, this study room is not a secret room.

Even so, it's not the window that's open, it's the door.

Father and Mother in the hallway through the open door face to see how we study.

I peek at what you're doing, but I can see the whole thing.

We're both harassed, it's the normal driving of a parent idiot.

"Now show me what you wrote"

After finishing the entire writing, the tutor retrieved our notebook and graded it with a red pen.

It's not a big amount, so it came right back.

"Wow, a hundred points."

"Good for you, Ange."

"Yes! Thank you! Dear Alec!"

I loved how Ange looked so much that I finally reached out and nadenaded her head.

Ange smiled adorably as she looked embarrassed, uh, hehe.

I just looked at the notebook, it's a word I can see you're serious about.

It's a talent to write a letter beautifully, but I think it's a talent as a human being to be able to seriously try to write a letter.

I'm so excited to see what Ange will look like when she grows up.

"Oh, Alec, are you studying..."

Father came into the room.

I've read a tremendous bar and asked "Are you studying -" in a white voice.

I suppose you want to do what I just did.

"Which, Alec's score... Mmm"

The look on your father's face changed.

"What's wrong, Father?"

"95 points...... no, enough for the first time, um. The letters are better than that, um!

"Is that a 95 point?

I was just surprised by this.

Whatever it is, I can't possibly go wrong with testing what I teach my three-year-old.

Father, let me see that.

"No, this is Alec's first test, first as a family heirloom -"

"Let me see it"

"Ugh, um?

To my tone, which is rare and a little strong, my father handed me his notebook, whilst curiously clenching his neck.

I saw the notebook.

Where most are correct, there is only one x.

"… sir"

"Yes, what is it, Master Alec?"

"I'm talking about this letter."

"Yeah, that was a shame. It can't be there."

"No, it's not. It's a little old - and it's a tough way to write."

"Huh?"

A decent tutor.

My father, who was listening, took the notebook from my hand.

I looked where it was X and nodded with a true face, not in deredere pro moron mode.

"Um, I'm sure Alec's right. When I write official documents, I write them consciously."

"Oh, did I? It's a shallow school..."

Teacher trying to deceive me with a dry laugh, while my father's true face is for a moment, but soon I went back to pro-food mode again.

"I didn't know you could see this... Alec is still a genius"

"Let me see, you."

"Uhm!"

"Well... you're so smart with this letter, Alec"

"Uhm! So brilliant, you don't have a problem with me giving up the housekeeper right now!

"Yes!?

"No, you can't."

When I was suddenly surprised at what I was going to say, my mother stumbled upon my father.

"I want Alec to have a richer boyhood. It'll be a while before you make the world famous."

You're assuming you make a name for yourself, Mother...

"Um, so is that. I have to work hard for a few more years!

No, Father, good luck with decades, not years.

You're still young enough, too, you shouldn't even be 30 years old if I remember correctly.

"Anyway, I'll make this a family heirloom! No, because of this, let the Church certify the sacred things."

"That's a good idea."

That's what my parents said, and they left the room with my notebook.

I don't know...... that's off the hook, this.