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

In two weeks, the New Year will come, at that time.

I was in a certain Labyrinth, close to the center of the Kiphoenix Empire.

As Baihua surrounds the phoenix butterfly, this is also where a certain Duke's second son, whom I am making use of as his lair.

Unlike dungeons, Labyrinth refers to an artificially built labyrinth. That's why it's still more human-friendly than a dungeon, and the second son used his full abilities to make it a very easy space to live in.

There are so many sofas and tables made by famous Dwarves that even imperial aristocrats can't buy them inside.

As he was generous with his fuzzy cushion on his back, he opened his thin lips by unwrapping his arms, which had been put together by a slightly poorly eyed boy with deep, flocked blue hair.

"You can make a machine or something?

"Hmm? What's that? What do you mean?

Oh, it's a handicraft tool.

"Machine," he explained the principle by painting it on a piece of hard paper, is apparently a remnant of the memories of different worlds that linger on him, with which sewing cloth is a very progressive tool.

"Princess Baihua's consultation is a birthday present for Butterflies who are with that princess, isn't it? Machine, I can definitely use it, and he said he'd be happy. He said he'd appreciate a machine in my last life."

"I guess. But can anyone make one?

"No, you should make it."

I told you before, I'm a god.

When I say that just a little musty, the Soytes in front of me say, "So?" and twist his neck.

"You, hey, I'm God. Don't you think it's disrespectful or something?

"This is the kind of conversation he talks about when he knows I'm this guy."

"Baihua's place is very respectful, though?

"You know what? Butterflies aren't just words, they're polite."

The first time he looked away, he was decorated with a polite letter written by Phoenix Butterfly.

Perhaps the first person I've met for him, someone with memories of his homeland, and even more so, someone who healed me of the renunciation, loneliness and despair that sinks at the bottom of my heart with the flavor of my former homeland, that's the phoenix butterfly.

I mean, I think I'm mistaken about him.

'Cause there's a slightly different calorie in the eyes than nostalgia when you look at a letter, like?

And to back it up, sometimes "of a pretty name" or "pleasant" comes before "Butterflies."

This, maybe he needs to tell you sooner?

When I think about it, he spins words again to see if it's a waste or something.

"That's something Mulima's grandfather wouldn't be able to make. But that's what the princess wants, isn't it? Grandpa, I'm stuck with design and performance, and I can't do it in two weeks."

"Oh, that's..."

Dwarf's masterpiece is when you really make a true delicacy, that's what it takes years to create all over the place. If that's what's offered to God, it'll take longer.

He sighed at it and raised the edge of his mouth.

"I'm going to be with Butterflies for a long time, too, so make it for me. When we put together and send something good into the world, you're the one who's gonna help us."

"You are truly a godfearless misogynist..."

If you lean down disappointed, there's a sign he's laughing.

Well, even Baihua will try to make it for me anyway, and I guess this is a roundabout.

"Please, Master Igor"

I decided to reward him with an attitude that I didn't think he was asking for, keeping the signs of laughing. [M]

When I get up off the couch, I miss the painting he drew.

"I thought this was gonna happen anyway, but, well, I'm gonna try"

"Oh. You'll be delighted, Butterflies"

"Right. He's a boy who loves handicrafts."

"... to?

He stops breathing in words that highlight my "boy".

When the cheeks I cared about instantly lost color, I said, "Heh?" and leaked a dumb voice again.

"Oh, my God?

"Yeah, boy"

"Or not the cute 'girl'?

"Pretty boy I did"

"Bye," he waved. I looked, but his face I saw before he disappeared was like a pigeon ate a ton of bean cannons.

Then two weeks later, I brought a machine to the feast of the gods to give Baihua a a birthday present for Phoenix Butterfly.

That said, Baihua will never get off the ground during the winter months.

In that case, it would probably be in my service to go deliver a birthday present to Phoenix.

If you think so and meet Baihua, what a birthday present you even entrust to Phoenix Butterfly's brother.

Whatever it is, isn't it too messy for me?

I was a little sloppy, but, well, I'm a young man in God, and I'm lighter in footwork than the old Hundreds.

That's what I decided to enjoy the feast.

The fruits of the orchard at your seat above Baihua, the sea delights at Los Marius, the golden feast of the cook (Kuriya) on his arms, and much more.

Hitting the tongue drum accidentally distorts the space of the banquet hall.

Drifting from its distortions, the quiet, dark, but undisturbed aura is said to be a sign of the atmosphere when the creature falls into permanent sleep.

After a moment of sway, the distortion increases.

And with the sound of the glass breaking, one man with long dark red hair running down his back stood, dripping a long cloak of dark red, after all, on a ribbed clothing of the same color as the hair at a human place.

To its appearance, the atmosphere of the feast immediately quiets down.

"Uh, who?

When the honest sentiment of seeing the man came out of my mouth, the man stretched his chest to boast of his beautiful face.

"You're so flirtatious. Besides me, who else is going to dwell in the silence of eternal sleep?"

"... hi, ice wheel!?

Red eyes laugh.

Ice rings did not have a specific appearance, and they always participated in the feast with a black appearance.

I can't believe you laugh even more, even though it's just a surprise to see people.

Take me elsewhere, and the ice wheel gracefully arrives at the feast seat.

To that appearance, Baihua raised his voice.

"Oh, my God, did it look like that?

"No, this is what happened when I borrowed the image of 'death' in that. Beautiful inside, huh?

"The figure of the actor in the Garden of Tsubaki... Kaya?

"He's the emperor of the Yellow Springs kingdom. He's the embodiment of 'death'. Because each actor plays differently, it doesn't stabilize inside."

"Yes, it is."

Hmm nodding Baihua, and as gracefully as I show off, Ice Ring pays his cloak to take his seat.

What's this all about?

Not just me, but everyone would have thought so.

But that put us elsewhere. The ice wheel said something to Baihua.

"I'm going to give that one a birthday celebration."

"It's an adventure. I've got a concubine for you too. I'll give it to Igor."

"Oh, because you can't get off the ground"

"Yeah, you can give it to me."

No, why would Baihua give me permission to run?

As soon as I opened my mouth to protest, I saw eye to eye with the ice wheel.

Then the red lips of the ice ring move glossy as "Igor".

"Give me that present. I'll bring it to you."

"To?"

An unexpected word gives me a distracted voice.

Were you light on footwork like that?

When the ice wheel came to my side as I swallowed the words out of my throat.

"Let it out."

"Yes?"

"It's a birthday present. Let it out. Come on."

"Yep...?

"Then quickly," he disappears when he is somehow pushed by a high-tension ice wheel and gives him a machine for the phoenix butterfly and an ink free blade pen for his brother.

"... is that really an ice ring?

"What else?

Baihua says to me, bewildered.

What is it really?

I think she's swinging around me.

This is Effet Papillon, or the butterfly effect?

I am not here, I asked the Lord of Effet Papillon in my heart.