Because I've Been Reincarnated as the Piggy Duke, This Time I Will Say I Like You

I was waiting in the morning for a Charlotte to wake me up, in front of the door.

"Slow. In the morning--"

"Charlotte! Look at this!"

The door has opened. Charlotte's beautiful silver hair is shaking slightly below her sight. Charlotte seems to be surprised that she didn't think I was waiting in front of the door. I look up and stare at me. And Charlotte stepped back and stared at me again.

"... Wow, you're a little thinner."

"I see! Did you! The effect of the diet appears in a week!"

I fall to the floor with tears. This is because the memories of Sparta's tormenting his body over the past week have come to mind. Put up with what you want to eat and shut out all the sweets you eat every day. He didn't drink any juice, and he had physical activity if he had time. I thought it would come out someday, but I didn't expect it to come out so quickly.

Finally, let's go to the custom-size uniform!

"Charlotte! Please prepare a uniform one size smaller!"

"Okay, Slow's uniform is custom-made, but it's already in my room for the coming day. Can I use my current uniform for breakfast?"

"No, there is no breakfast today! Immerse yourself in the afterglow!"

I dive into the bed and move my feet fluttering. The pig may appear to be drowning in the water, but this is nice!

I have had a lot of disgusting things in the past week. When I ran, I was struck with a stomach and stomach, and unless I had lunch, I suffered from dizziness during class, and I was hungry at night and could not sleep well.

But everything is for today!

I stare at Charlotte from the bed thinking about something.

Charlotte remained calm without breaking his cool look.

"No, Mr. Slow. I don't think I have to eat properly in the morning."

"I don't like Charlotte. I don't want to go to the dining room with such ridiculous clothes.

On the first day, I broke the dining room chair, but for three consecutive days I broke the chair. Then, on the fourth day, there was an extremely large chair on the desk in the corner of the saloon. It was completely my chair. From that day on, that seat was my special seat.

The blonde I talked to on the first day keeps trying to get involved with me. A man who doesn't want to give breakfast, praise my magical arm, or honestly doesn't know what he's thinking.

"So I don't need breakfast today."

I put on my blanket again. I sleep twice. I'm going to have a good dream if I sleep now. For example, a dream of living a happy life with Charlotte.

I'm hungry, but if I put up with it, I can lose weight as much as I can endure. And I become an ideal fine macho, a good person, and confess to Charlotte!

"Then Mr. Slow. Should I make something simple?"

I couldn't stand the temptation.