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

Housewives' work generally ends in a word of housework, but when it comes to practice, the work is diverse.

It's not just cooking, laundry and cleaning, it's also necessary to shop, fix things, manage inventory, fix things up, if you have kids, raise children, if you have older people, add care, and gather information from neighbors.

I need communication skills, and I have techniques for cooking and cleaning. Money management must be able to read and write calculations.

There are many skills that need to be nurtured and cared for.

Households run, that is, what they run. It takes a variety of abilities.

"So did you know if the housewife or maid was an easy job with a three-meal nap?

"Thank you very much...!

"I'm sorry to say it's an easy job......!

A week after that, in exchange for underwear for women and everything else, Laurent and Qing completed their brilliant maid apprenticeship training at Kikunai Mansion.

I told Mr. Rottenmeyer about the situation and he accepted it, but I don't think the eyes behind the glasses were ever laughing.

Laurent said the Adventurer Alliance was able to work without delay because Lara, who had once been an Alliance Master in that long elf raw, was replacing the Alliance Master in the form of support.

"I thought it was easy to keep the house, but I can't even be satisfied with it, and I can't believe the Alliance Master job was easily taken and replaced."

"Oh my God, I can't do a good mop, I can't solve the bad and buy one of the ingredients without an appraisal monocle, if I polish the pot, I'm going to break it, and after not being satisfied with the contact, Mr. Rottenmeyer easily takes my back..."

The two of them have dark clouds over their heads, and the atmosphere is dark.

In exchange, Mr. Rottenmeyer and Mr. Utsunomiya, who were here to serve, were dusty and in a kind of good mood.

"I dare you to go after him, but the maid is a profession, so you can quit or rest. But you housewives can't do either. Do you think it's easy?

"You knew there was no easy job in this world, but you were insulting me somewhere in your heart. I'm so sorry."

"Even if you're not risking your life, you're keeping the health and life of your family. I'm sorry I said it was easy."

Shake your head to the side of the word. I didn't want you to apologize, I just wanted you to throw away the prejudice you two have.

"Qing has ever felt sorry for being insulted just to say she's a female adventurer, hasn't she?

"Yeah."

"Mr. Laurent knew that even though adventurers are a life-threatening job, they treat it badly, and you've regretted it as well, haven't you?

"Oh, wow."

"You insulted housewives and maids even though you know the repentance of being belittled and insulted by others. Why is that?

"It's..."

The sun entering from Kikunai's reception room lights them warmly.

Tea placed in front of the two draws ripples in the cup as they move.

"Because I didn't know," Qing muttered small.

"Because I didn't know. I didn't really understand what housewives and maids do."

"Me too. I didn't even know how to remove grease stains and tea and tannins by simply washing dishes."

"Yes, it all comes from 'I don't know'. That's why I want you to learn. Most of the contentions in this world occur because of a lack of knowledge and misunderstanding."

One bite, including the tea I had brewed in my mouth.

It's adjusted in advance with honey. That's my preference. Until I learned how to brew this tea of my choice, Mr. Utsunomiya said it was mostly moistened.

When it comes to tea, it can never be easy to get scolded for trivial things.

Did my mouth relieve both Qing and Laurent of the tension, sipping tea in the same way and exhaling.

Before Mr. Tsing, I offered him a bath wrap.

"What's this?

"This is the underwear set for your desired woman"

"Can I open it?

Of course.

Nodding at Qing's words that make his eyes suck with curiosity, Mr. Laurent just giggles a little bit. "You have me!?" and screaming, "Where is Mr. Qing in the wind that blows?

"It's just fine. This is life experience, too! If you knew what you needed, you'd help a troubled female adventurer, wouldn't you?

"Well, well, well."

"Wait. It's also harassing to make things look impossible that you say you don't want to see. Mr. Laurent, if you don't like it, please say no clearly."

"Yes, no. It's okay. If you think someone might be able to help you when you're in trouble, say you're embarrassed."

"I understand. Okay, go ahead."

Among the purple wraps that were then unraveled were three pairs of shorts similar to the blue bra and boxer pants that Qing said he liked.

I don't know.

What a bra there was in this world.

No, even in previous life, underwear similar to a bra made around the fifteenth century has been found from an Austrian castle.

No, there was a bra-like one before that. But that's to keep the chest from moving by holding it down with a cloth overall, and he wasn't the hanging type from the shoulder.

Before it was found in Austria, the corset was largely mainstream, and the brassiere design itself was thought to have been made in the early twentieth century as well.

Which way, though.

The bra found from the castle, what an embroidery. In other words, you think there were signs that it was used to show?

So that's what Tsing Tsing's underwear she showed me, and she made it out of Haute Couture in Imperial City.

Well, it had a really cute embroidery and it looked expensive.

Let me loosen that up a bit, and after I studied the structure, I said I'd put it right back together.

That's why we have an underwear set with embroidery as well.

"For the purpose, the physical defense of the chest is improved, and for the underwear, the protection against 'haemorrhagic disease' has been provided with thermal insulation and psychotic resistance to prevent coldness."

"Uh... let me appraise you for a second, okay?

Mr. Qing puts an appraisal monocle out of his pocket and looks out at his underwear without a neighborhood.

Many times I nodded, now I gave Mr. Laurent the monocle, and he peered at the monocle in the same way.

Then he rubs his jaw and roars, "Hmm.

"As always, cloth and yarn are cheap, but it's the boulder that has the added effect exactly..."

"If you're going to mass produce, you have to keep the cost down and make a profit."

For this reason it was Elise who sewed it this time, and I just added an added effect later in the song.

Explaining so, Mr. Qing nodded small.

"Enough, uh-huh. That's more than that. Elise is as good a man as you are."

"Yes, like me, I have the Blue Hand."

"Wow...!

"Wow!" Mr. Qing shrugged as he bashed Laurent on his shoulder.

People started making things not only because of convenience, but also because they might have seen someone's delightful face saying something like this.

"Because the customer is home?

"Oh, yes"

In the evening, reading my grandmother's diary in the study, an elongated shadow falls.

Dr Romanov's, whose green eyes gently looked at me, illuminated by the western sun if I looked up.

After that, Qing offered to "I want to be an Effet Papillon customer too" while combining her hands with Mojimoji.

When you understand, you say, "When you bring in the ingredients, you get a little fucked up, don't you?" What did you say, Mr. Laurent and I went back to the city.

"You said to Laurent, 'Most of the contention in this world happens because of lack of knowledge and incomprehension.'"

"Yes."

I don't know who I'm dealing with, so I assume my values and justice are everything and push it against them.

Because the push is unacceptable, there will be contention.

But if you know the other person's circumstances well enough, you can show them the conditions that take account of the circumstances over there, and you don't want to unilaterally push justice on your values first.

"I see," said Dr. Romanov, stroking his thin jaw.

And I've been thinking about this one, too.

"I didn't think I could say anything about anyone else."

"I can't tell you about someone else......?

I fold the diary of my grandmother I was reading, looking at Dr. Romanov tilting her neck.

Warmth Knowledge New.

Reading my grandmother's diary recently became routine in order to find out if I had any ideas about enriching my territory.

Outside the window, a setting sunset red seeps into the eye.

"Me too, I thought my parents were stupid until I bit one at the lord's job. to the habit of not knowing how busy the lord was. That said, I know. I still think it's stupid."

Those men had managed to stand around as such, and Kikunai might have stood frying.

But my relationship with those people is cold.

People are their mirrors.

As those people neglect me, so do I neglect those people. It's a really heart-warming relationship.

And after that heart-warming relationship, I'm trying to take power from my parents somehow.

"As for my father, the result of his efforts has been the prospect of being able to chase him down in the near future. But if it did happen, she... my chick would think of me."

He's nostalgic now. But I'm gonna pull that kid's precious father down.

Though a sinister companion, the social blows a father receives when he is driven away from his child are immeasurable.

Will that child hate me when he finds out I'm the one who drove off his own father?

In that way, can I stay without resenting that child then?

"I'm not sure," Dr. Romanov frowned.

"We neglect each other, we hate each other. This is how the negative chain continues. It's called karma."

But that's why I don't want to let that kid go. Even if I hate her in the future, I want to do what I can now.

Even if that child were to kill me as a result.

If you whine, Dr. Romanov secretly sighs.

"Don't you think we teachers will have you in our hands to stop it, Leggles?

"I don't think teachers will kill their godchildren."

"Leggles, it's hard to believe that if you get into your hands, they won't even hate you."

Dr. Romanov flaunted his shoulders so that he could forgive the ill-fated students.

And I answer with a smile.

I don't want that.

"I would never want revenge on my teachers. If it sucks that I die, swallow my anger and resentment and help that kid do it. If not, the negative chain will continue until one of the bloodlines expires. I'm going to write it down in my will."

The future of Leggles overlaps at sunset.

I couldn't help but reach out, knowing I couldn't touch you.