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

A moon is a thing that leaves at an incredible rate of speed when you have something to do.

If you notice, it's already mid-autumn.

When we talked about that later, in anticipation of Mr. Eric's wounds healing, we introduced him, Mr. Yuri and Mr. Ciel to La Purcell by Mr. Viktor, and the opera troupe project started.

Eric was impressed by La Purcell's singing, Yuri said she found potential in them and asked them to show their readiness and cooperate, and Viktor said she felt "I guess I should make that scene a play".

And Mr. Ciel.

To my surprise, Mr. Yuri, who wanted to see how many members of La Purcell could dance at the time of the face-to-face meeting, saw the five dances, but he offered their partner to try to lead them as if they were some prince.

Mr. Ciel, actually, he had a tall, slightly lower voice as a girl, and he used to play the role of a man when he was sitting in the family.

Kitakore.

I almost screamed by accident, and I want you to praise me for my hard work and swallowing.

With that said, a letter came from three Barbarians.

She safely returned to Imperial Capital, but heard the material that seemed good for her clothes, so she picked it up and then went back, and now it will take a little time to reunite, she said.

A little more company.

Then more people would do what I was doing on my behalf, and the accounting relationship almost left my hand.

Now I have enough to look at the reports coming from Mr Rottenmeyer, Mr Louis and Mr Eric to listen to the progress reports.

That's how I do it, manualizing about the knob craftsmanship and other crafts I have so that I can communicate my moves to the craftsmen in an understandable manner, and preparing for the development of new products, trading and correspondence with my second son, and then playing with you and Leggles and his winter support, and then confrontation with the parents that will come at the end of fall.

Well, I'm almost ready for a showdown with my parents, but it's Leggles' winter shift I need to hurry.

Leggles, you're bigger than you've been since last year, so you can't get in what you made last year.

I had to unwrap my hat and gloves from last year's sweater and remake it.

I think I'll ask Tara this year to make a shirt with back bristles or something.

The sound of concoction and knocking on the door as I tidy up the yarn made of loose sweaters and gloves with Leggles and Tara in my room.

Whoever did it, the answer I returned was Dr. Romanov, and Arumaru and Tara opened the door for me.

"Sorry to bother you."

"Yes, go ahead. Is it your time to study?

"No. When I was sorting out my magic bag, I thought I'd give it to you, Phoenix Butterfly, because something good came out."

That's what Dr. Romanoff offered me was an old, big tapestry.

"Thank you. What's this?"

"About two hundred years ago, it's a thing I found in some ruins, weaved in motifs with legends of the ancient magical nation of Tai. 'Cause you seem interested."

"What stuff found from the ruins... isn't it worth the tea!?

"No. They told me I couldn't buy it, so I accidentally forgot."

If you take a closer look at the tapestry that was said and given to you, you can see whether it's already a stunning beauty, a calculated creation to look up from the bottom, or whether the story woven enough to go up.

I wonder if there were so many nice things out there at the time that they didn't come with a price.

Ho, wow.

When I decided to thank you, the teacher said he would fix the tapestry to the wall.

As I was trying to carry my spare chair in the room to the wall to help with that task, I heard two footsteps of an atmosphere that wasn't running patsy through the open door but was in a lot of a hurry.

After a while, Mr. Viktor and Mr. Rottenmeyer peeked into his face through a slightly open door.

"Hey," he smiled to me, but when I saw Dr. Romanoff trying to put a tapestry over the wall, Mr. Viktor lifted his eyes with a kick.

"Hey, Alliosha, lend me your face"

"Oh, Vicha. Are you in a bad mood?

"I don't even feel like tapping such a light mouth right now, so just lend me your ears for now!

"Oh, my God."

Unusual.

Mr. Viktor is one of the easier to understand emotional ups and downs than Mr. Lara or Dr. Romanov, but less angry or grumpy.

When we first met, it felt a little grumpy interacting with Maria, and as much as I saw her angry when she ate and hung up on Mr. Upatra for me.

That's what makes me so frustrated with crack and seriousness.

There's no reason I'm not interested, but I guess I shouldn't ask there.

Asking Mr. Rottenmeyer with his gaze what was going on, Mr. Rottenmeyer was also dropping his eyebrows to the eight letters like he was in trouble.

This is a very rare look.

When Dr. Romanov clasps his shoulder, he approaches Mr. Viktor without a footstep.

When I was standing by my ear about what I was talking about, it seemed like a soundproofing junction was laid about whether it was something I didn't want to be heard too much, and it didn't sound like anything.

When the two of them go silent and gong in front of me, Dr. Romanov's complexion changes slightly and his eyes open.

There was an eye for me and Dr. Romanov watching that, and the junction was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Dr. Romanov's expression is stiff.

"... Mr. Phoenix, I ask you something unsettling... have you figured out where Miss Nefer's country is yet?

"Heh? Oh, no..."

I mean, I've been trying to make sure on the map right after that, but because Song-kun says he's going to be looking with me, he decided to look from his grandmother's study bookshelf in a treasure hunting mood.

My grandmother's bookshelves are a lot of folklore and mythology, and are categorized by age and country.

The clue is that "there was an empire in the past and an empire" and a horn like a sheep that was in Miss Nefer.

I think it's a treasure hunt inside to look for Miss Nefel's country from among the many books in her grandmother's study.

When I said that, Mr. Viktor and Dr. Romanov turned out to be a little subtle.

What is it?

"Actually," Mr. Rottenmeyer opened his mouth as this one turned subtle.

"From the family of the young lady who was with us during the summer vacation, the lady was fully grown during the summer... They've contacted your country to find out whose influence it is."

"Yeah... is that... going to be a bad thing?

"No, she said she was very impressed, so she wanted to see the young man once..."

Hmm, I don't know about that.

From the militancy, Kikunai Oita stands out.

It's going to get extra ears and ears to connect with people from other countries now that they're not publicly protecting God and their parents aren't cleaning up.

When I'm having trouble responding, Mr. Viktor, who looks equally troubled, puts his hand on my shoulder.

"They insist that the lady over there made a really 'promise for the future'. Sometimes your parents are worried."

"Future Promises......?

Awesome way to put it.

I laughed a bit at the way you said it like you even promised to marry me.

"Such a big deal. Let's get rid of the lack of knowledge and incomprehension in the way we do each other. I promise we'll report that to each other when we see each other again as adults. As a token of her promise, Miss Nefel gave me" the brightest star near the moon ". You're poetic, aren't you?"

You know, romantic things, you like flowers, you and Miss Nefel are going to have a really good conversation, right?

Laughing when I remember that time, Dr. Romanov's mouth snaps.

Likewise, Mr. Viktor raised his eyebrows subtly.

What, this reaction?

Turning into two weird people, Mr. Rottenmeyer speaks up "Fair enough".

"It's romantic to have a star. So what's the young man's response?

"Heh? Oh, I offered you some round flowers, didn't I?

"A round flower, is it?

With that said, Mr. Rottenmeyer gives his gaze to the circle where he is.

Whether it was illuminated or not, the unseen circle pointed to the leaves shimmering blue with his hands.

Then Mr. Rottenmeyer circles his neck like it's about to sound too rusty and looks at me.

"A round flower..."

To the groaning voice, I was annoyed.

The appearance of rounded radishes.

I guess flowers are imagined to be vegetable-flower-like cute ones.

Maybe Mr. Rottenmeyer thought that was too plain for the star payback.

I excuse myself in a hurry.

"Oh, even when I said" round flower, "it was a beautiful flower that surprised me! A seven-colored beauty under the moon!

"... and gave it to you?

"Oh, yeah. Thank the stars... Oh, to avoid drying up properly, I also gave you a magical flower cage made with Tara's yarn!

If you give them magic, they'll grow a mandragola like a whole circle.

So I get agitated again.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are, or how harmless the circles are, I sent flowers to increase the number of monsters, and this could suck.

"Oh, speaking of problems, they say that the flowers will grow mandragolas, just like the circles they would if they kept giving them magic. Because she was beautiful, I gave her a monster. Would it be an international problem?!?

Hey, what do I do?

I almost forgot because Zarumaru is so grown-up and he listens to this one properly, but Mandragola is a monster too.

It's not just a walking and ringing radish.

Feeling his blood pull away, Mr. Viktor's hand resting on his shoulder slowly touches his cheek.

And it was picked all the time.

"Mandragola is a very dear monster, and if you gave it magic and raised it from scratch, it's fine because it will never do harm to the person who gave it magic"

"Oh, hi, happy. Good Hi."

Instead, leaving her to rub her cheeks, Mr. Viktor exhales a lot longer if his mood has healed.

"I see. Well, yeah, I thought we were talking about that because it's about you."

"Er... yes, I was the detour. I thought you two were talking friendly, but I didn't know that was the story."

"Lara's been called in by the Duke of Rottlingen about this, too, right?

"Oh, yes... Yes..."

If you don't figure something out well and look at Mr. Rottenmeyer, she tips her little neck like she's in trouble, too.

As far as I'm concerned, seeing Miss Nefel's parents is a bit of a bummer right now.

Maybe my parents will come.

As I stare at Dr. Romanov and Mr. Viktor, Mr. Viktor nods.

"I'll make sure you explain to them that it's not a good time."

"Yes, thank you. But the Lord Rottlingen called you in?

"Oh, yeah. All the rumors in the palace have been contacted by the Duke. Instead, I promise to tell you about this situation first."

"Oh, I see. Well, say hello."

I'll take care of it.

Quick as I can tell, Mr. Viktor has pulled Dr. Romanov's ear away.

I wonder why Leggles was half-eyed at the back of it.