I'm a White Pig Nobleman, but with the memories of my previous life, I'll raise my little brother

Chapter 04: There are some people in this world you shouldn't cross

It was exactly seven days after I found a wild rose in the back garden of the house, I came for a walk while singing my daily song and found something unfamiliar.
 

Surrounded by crimson wild roses, a gorgeous, a large flower: a peony.
Peonies and wild roses bloom at the same time of year, so it's not such a strange combination, but there were no peony buds in the wild roses flowerbed until yesterday.
 

As I wondered, my legs led me to see closely the peony.
 

Just one flower blooming quietly has the dignity of a beautiful queen, and for some reason I can't look away from it, getting closer to the flower like a fly attracted to the fire, fluttering around.
 

The peony I see in front of me are lustrous as if their petals were woven with the finest silk, and folded in layers.

This peony is anything but normal.

When I inhale it, the sweet scent is so tasty that I feel like I'm going to get drunk on it, and it's pushing me forward...
 

Originally, it depends on the type of peony, but a single flower does not give off such a strong scent, or does it?.
 

Nevertheless, this beautiful peony gives off an indescribably good scent, like a peach, like a plum, or even like a rose.

Perhaps the word "out of this world" should be used in a situation like this.
Just as I was feeling this, a poem slipped from my mouth.

"After all the crimson has fallen, the first fragrance will appear.
Summoning the name of the "Queen of the hundreds of Flowers"
So proud, so proud, so proud!
The First Fragrance, can it be property of a human? "

In a Chinese poem by a poet from my previous world, the meaning of the poem is: - The peony begins to bloom after all the other flowers have fallen. His honorable name is "The Queen of a hundred Flowers". -

- Peonies boast an unparalleled beuty and monopolize the title of the most fragrant flower in the world - or something like that."

"Well, I mean, long live the peonies!"

 It seems that my old self got excited and his feelings came out.

As I gazed at the flowers, the peony suddenly begin to glitter and shine, and then they transform into a human form.

The appearance of a woman with a peony-colored ankle-length hair very shiny, cool eyes like gold, dressed in a fluttering outfit like that worn by the heroines and princesses of my previous world. 

But I think I've seen this figure before.

"Hmmm, you see me or my servants and immediately recite a poem in our honor, you are a very gifted poet, child. I like it! And I'll allow you to give me your name!"

"..."

While I was too surprised to make a sound, a beautiful woman started laughing at me.

"Is this what you were referring to?! He may have a poet's talent to recite poems in praise of you, my servants, but he is still a child! I can't keep up with your way of understanding. Hahaha, well, he'll surely become one in the future"

For some reason I felt like I had to, so I folded my knees on the spot and bowed, then the woman nodded her head again.

"Yes, a polite young man, very well we like it! You'll refer to me as "Feng Butterfly", the "Queen of a hundred flowers" from now on. ... You must know who you're talking to so be grateful!"

The word "Feng" makes me my heart start beating fast.

I don't know who she is... I've seen her before? I think that I did but don't remember where at all.

At my stiffness, her eyebrows rose uncomfortably. 

However, I'm sure this kind of person should not be offended.

I lowered my head and mumbled.

"I'm sorry. Until the other day, I was a fool who arrogantly refused to listen to the teachings of the adults around me. It is possible that I have been taught the name of Her Highness from them, but I didn't listen ... Hence...that...that...that..."

"Don't know who am I?"

"Y- Ye- Yes, Sorry, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

"You impious child! Well, good. I forgive you for this time because you apologized! ... Once again, my person is Lady Baekka, the goddess of flowers and greenery, of healing and blessings, who is in charge of the fertility of the Earth."

Her lips drawn crimson, now are forming a crescent moon. 

No matter what a beautiful woman does, she seems to have a graceful atmosphere unlike ordinary people, every single move she makes is beautiful and elegant.

As I gazed at her, she waved the fan that held in her hand, which was adorned with silk or some other rich cloth.

"This house... is the house of this kid, isn't it?"

"Yes...no, it's the Kikunoi family's mansion, to be exact."

"Hmm, that's a strange way to put it. In any case, this is a garden that has something to do with this small child. Since seven days ago, my servants have been lodging in this garden in the middle of the thorns, but since that day on they have also been listening to your songs."

"Uh.... that's a shame... and thank you very much."

"Don't apologize! They like the verses of your song. I also lived a long time, but never heard a song like that, and enjoyed it. I wanted to thank you for the pleasure you had given them, so I, myself, appeared in front of you."

In contrast to the lady who squinted with amusement in her eyes, I suddenly turned pale.

Neither the song nor the poem was of my own making.

It's a part of the knowledge and memories of my old self from my previous world.

I'm not shameless enough to say it's my own, and I'm not profane enough to deceive a goddess...

I hurriedly told her about my strange background and my memories of my previous life, and that the songs and poems did not come from me. 

Then, the lady raised one eyebrow, this time with a mischievous grin.

"Stupid little thing. If you would keep your mouth shut, we would never know. Well, good. You have dedicated seven days of your life to my servants, even if the song was written by someone else. And the servants received it as an offering to me. As long as it is received, the consideration must be paid correctly! Therefore, I must give you what you deserve and you must receive it with gratitude."

In the meantime, the woman pointed with her fan to me and suddenly a shining light wrapped around me.

"Yes! What ??!..." 

"You're shouting so loudly! It's no big deal." 

...

"Hmph, I pushed the meridians of the magic nerves that were stretched out in your neck. I'm sure the nerves are now firmly rooted, extending to your entire body. You'll be able to use magic from today on."

"What? Thank you so much!"

"And also, your figure... it's a little out of place right now, but your voice is nice. And the singing isn't bad, but it's not great. Not very good... but you may come back tomorrow and every day to sing to them. To soothe my servants weariness."

"Eh, oh, but...."

"Knowledge of your previous life is none of my business. The servants here would be better off if the weariness disappears, and if there is a song or poem that you know that is not of this world, then my servants would enjoy it in the same way. It's no different from a bard performing a song of a famous poet in front of a crowd. But if you don't remember to respect your ancestors.... God's commands are absolute! I told you to come and sing, so don't be shy and come every day from tomorrow on! It's as simple as that. Now reply to me!"

"Ha, yes!"

Seriously! It's better to not go against this kind of person... It's important, so I'll practice the songs twice before coming.

The Chinese poem in the story is "The Peony"

The great Chinese poet Li Bai, from the Tang Dynasty (AD 618-907), once compared concubine Yang Yuhuan's beautiful face to the blooming peonies in his famous poem Qing Ping Diao.

"Floating clouds remind me of her clothes, and peonies her face," he wrote.

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