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

On my eighth birthday, I was called by my father.

"Happy birthday, dear my child. Now, suddenly, you have a story."

"Are you talking?"

"Oh, just the other day, Sir Grabald's own son is your obedience-yes, it's a slow understanding, as expected.

Indeed, certainly.

Isn't it just a play to make this child who is expected for the future just a cute child as a servant?

From there, the story did not come into my head.

I suffered.

At this rate, we are separated.

It's bad, very bad.

Charlotte has no ally.

The empire is still looking for her.

I returned to my room and called Charlotte.

Charlotte has been here for two years now.

At that time there was a line between me and Charlotte.

Of course.

Because we are a master-servant relationship.

"Slow. What happened?"

Not frustrating.

Charlotte was a bit cool, like his servant.

I immediately felt that the Denning family's education policy seemed to be surprisingly suitable for Charlotte.

When I realized that, I was a little lonely.

"... Charlotte. Let's sleep together today."

Charlotte showed a shy, amazed look at the invitation after a long absence.

Charlotte secretly came to my room at night, and we chatted all night.

Charlotte also brought that stuffed animal.

Without it she seems to be unable to sleep. The shy appearance was so cute.

After all, cool isn't suitable for Charlotte, so I thought so.

"It's beautiful."

"I can now sew on my own."

I slept in a big bed with two people.

Indeed, after a few more years, I can't sleep a girl in my room.

This is allowed because I am still a child.

"Good night, Shar--"

"... Sue ... Sue"

"----I'm so tired.

so.

The current relationship is a little fun.

As you grow up, the surrounding environment changes and Charlotte is not allowed to be nearby.

Denning's blood shines on the battlefield.

Something like a flower that quickly falls on the battlefield, such as those who can't use magic.

Charlotte will be alone again.

A stuffed animal that Charlotte was hugging stared at him.

"... I wonder what to do"

"........."

It's getting a bit cooler, but hugging a stuffed animal and sleeping is no different from the old days and I miss it.

She seems to have been spending herself lately, but it turns out she's a big secret and really doesn't forgive anyone.

That's probably me too.

"... No, don't go ..."

Charlotte's sleeping face changes.

It seemed that he had begun a nightmare.

So, I squeaked small.

I was used to it.

I knew this would make Charlotte feel better.

"... Yeah ... boo"

Charlotte slept as if relieved.

Looking at the situation, I was relieved from my heart.

Warm things overflowed from my chest.

"... I still like you, I love you."

I knew why I wanted to keep Charlotte so close by.

I've always seen her lonely profile.

I've always seen her earnestly.

I was in love.

It was an unmistakable first love.

"I guess I can at least imitate the animal you like .... I'm a good idea, and you might laugh."

“…… Boo …… Spa …… Boo”

"Good night Charlotte ..."

So, yes.

There was no hesitation.

Thus, I took the step towards the Duke of Black Pigs.