I'm the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I'll Raise My Littl

"I mean, white-hot while my father and Dr. Romanov were discussing it, the clouds got so suspicious, that Mr. Utsunomiya went looking for Mr. Rottenmeyer to stop it, and in the meantime Leggles took the time to go on an extra exploration in the mansion and fell off the stairs with me beautifully...... is that good?

Hello again. I am a very spiritually tired Kikunai Phoenix (five years old) after a day of rage and a little. How are you all doing?

I am now in the process of being rescued from the brink of losing consciousness as to why I am wrapped around in bandages and why you are sleeping on my knees with the fat that is there and rubbing it.

A girl in pepper and maid clothes bowed her head to me.

"Yes, I just took my eyes off Master Leggles. Young lady..."

"Oh, no, you don't have to apologize. And..."

Chorochoro, it's certainly not a good idea to have your eyes off a moving child. Not good, but if I'm not mistaken, there are people who imitated it less well.

My mother's servant, Sebastian.

If I'm not mistaken, the man pushed Leggles on your back. There are more direct causes of my injury than Mr. Utsunomiya, who took his eyes off me.

However, if you want to stop holding the back of a toddler on the stairs, you can throw a guy in the front and say, "You're the killer!" What an index finger I pointed at, and I wouldn't admit it.

Dr. Romanov nods at me bitterly.

"Utsunomiya also said that your brother didn't fall from you..."

"Anyway, 'I reached out in time because I thought I was going to fall..., more than that, give your brother your poor supervision on the shelf ~' or something like that, right?

"You know what I mean."

That's a template.

Well, how can you?

As Dr. Romanov and Mr. Rottenmeyer and the three of them nodded, Mr. Utsunomiya muttered small "It's not like..."

"What's the difference?

"Heh...... eh, ah!? No, the... unlike the young man I was listening to in the mansion over there... And excuse me!

flax hair of Mr. Utsunomiya is further shaken when he bows his head wide.

About twelve or three years old, hazelnut-eyed, understated and serene, this is another beautiful girl.

Is there a beauty shape around the beauty shape?

Weirdly impressed, Mr. Rottenmeyer's brow rises. I shouldn't do this. Before Mr. Rottenmeyer opened his mouth, he turned to Mr. Utsunomiya.

"Is that Leggles at your mother's home?

"Yes. The... just before your husband entered the mansion, your wife's parents died successively... the maid chief who worked for your wife's nanny and her husband serve the family order. I was sold to the mouth to take care of my wife and Lady Leggles..."

"Really...... First of all, Leggles, I'm afraid you're too careless for your mother. My condolences."

"Thank you, thank you on behalf of Master Leggles"

"Yes, if you're going to live here, don't hesitate to help when something happens"

Mr. Rottenmeyer's eyebrows drop to Mr. Utsunomiya, who lifts the hem of his skirt and gives thanks, without being overwhelmed as a maid with you, Leggles.

And he spoke out to sigh.

"Naturally your mansion over there won't think this one any better. I can imagine what you were listening to..."

"Um... Master Leggles is neglected here, so be sure to protect him..."

"Oh, I see"

Sa 'Alan.

The other side naturally knows this one, and it wouldn't be a lot of trouble for a woman's house to take her lover away from their own lady, who matters, and put even her house in a predicament, and her son, who inherits that blood.

In fact, until six months ago, no, I may still be, but I was on both chopsticks and sticks.

"Neglect or nothing... I didn't know you existed until the other day, Leggles..."

"Huh?... Yes, what is it?

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I didn't even know what was going on in our house. So the truth is that I can't even neglect it."

Laughing bitterly, I stroke your blonde hair on my lap, Leggles. The fluffy touch reminded me of the furrows of a small animal.

Then, Mr. Utsunomiya cuts out "with all due respect" in his extremely serious face.

"Now that you know Master Leggles...?

"Um, well, it's complicated, because my parents' circumstances have nothing to do with this little guy"

When I say this, 'I' 's experience and thinking skills help.

In the first place, I am neglected by my parents. If you are neglected because you have Leggles, it will be through your muscles to resent you. But if you've been neglected since the first place, Leggles, it has nothing to do with your stay.

Explaining such a thing, Mr. Utsunomiya's eyebrows bend to the eight letters. Well, you're in trouble for me to hear such a depressing story.

"A little, I may not be envious. Leggles, my father's eyes on you, they were so sweet. You won't look at me that way. You were even held up. I didn't even know my parents' faces and voices properly..."

"Young lady..."

"But that's nothing. Leggles, it's not like hitting you. Don't worry... you may not be able to, but if you're anxious, stay away from me, Leggles. My father would like that too."

Being on the side of the first aesthetic stimulates the complex, doesn't it?

If we should stay away from each other, there would be nothing more than spending that way, of course.

... and I think.

Mochi, mochi, mochi.

"... By the way, Leggles, why did you have my fat just now?"

"Er, I don't know!

Mr. Utsunomiya said it with a smile.

Mochi Mochi Endless so as to crush the cellulite of the knee and thigh.

Could this be that?

"Leggles, your mother probably fumbled about me... or something like that?

"No, not at all! Skinny, white, flaky as a snow fairy, that was a beautiful lady!

Ugh, I don't want it. I took the damage myself.

puked a huge sigh at my shoulder, fluffy and big hands wrapping.

If I looked up, Dr. Romanov was smiling calmly.

"Phoenix, my brother, you will stay here for a couple of days and return to the Empire City."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, so it's not that hard to do things in the future. It's a distance I rarely see you."

Really? That's it.

Then, Leggles, a couple of days as far as you're concerned, we're going to figure it out if we keep an eye on that Sebastian and the trend.

No, but if you're going home for such a short stay, what are you talking about?

Before I tilt my neck, Mr. Utsunomiya must stare at Dr. Romanov. Mr. Rottenmeyer doesn't even ask to stop it, and Mr. Utsunomiya cuts the fire.

"Don't make up your mind!

"On my own, I refuse to do anything, and I say," What more can I do? "

"I'm not convinced why you refuse!

"Funny thing...... why should I convince you?

Mr. Utsunomiya says, "Dr. Romanov looks uncommonly grumpy."

While there was a struggle over what I didn't know, Leggles, you went into a full-fledged sleeping position in the first place. On my belly. Heavy.

"Wow, not only me, but my husband isn't convinced either!

"So why do you need to convince me?

"It's...! That, if you are a young tutor, the Lord whom Romanov serves is his husband. My husband hires me, just like us!

The contention persists. I mean, Mr. Utsunomiya just won't pull it off, and Dr. Romanov hasn't even bothered to.

Doya! and Utsunomiya seem to have poked a cry for the society, because Dr. Romanov hasn't moved at all.

That's it or "hoo" with your nose.

I stopped the hand pumping your stomach, Leggles, who began to fall asleep foolishly, surprised that the teacher, who was always good at smiling, was behaving so badly.

And to Dr. Romanov, who felt ill, Mr. Rottenmeyer blued, not Mr. Utsunomiya. Why not?

"Dr. Romanov, the servant of Kikunai has been disrespectful. Forgive me."

"Oh, Mr. Rottenmeyer. You don't have to apologize, she's not officially a servant of Kikunai yet, does she? Besides, if you are a servant of Kikunai, in this case the Count or Countess apologizes, not you. Because the responsibility of the servant lies with his Lord."

Oh, I wonder if this stepped on any mines.

Unlike the usual warmth, even Mr. Leggles, who was foolish, wakes up with a smile and a disturbing intimidation that only feels awesome, with Cui's eyes not laughing at all.

"But the son-in-law of the Count's family, the emperor, is my lord? Make up your mind."

Mr. Rottenmeyer takes the hem of his skirt, greets him on his exit and walks out of the room. The face was white through the blue, as if it touched something scary.

"... could it be Dr. Romanov"

"Maybe?

"Are you going to be a very great one?

Dr. Romanov stands his index finger in front of his mouth with his usual gentle, but pranky grin on my question.

"Don't tell me. Not yet."

Vaticone! And the wink flew in.

Killing white pigs with beauty seems to be fashionable these days.