Resurrection of Duke Werstein ~ I Didn't Hear Anything About Being A Middle-aged Man ~

"Sir, I brought it."

At Augusto's desk in the clerk's office, fighting the paperwork with a limit of until I was sleepy, I was seriously jerked off by Osama, who came back within the day.

Wait, it's been that long?

When I looked on the desk for confirmation, the recalculated documents and the various documents I had left for confirmation made the tower.

When I looked at the place standing beautifully pissy, I thought maybe this, the butler, came softly and was softly tidy.

No, but even calculating it would be a terrible escape from reality, I didn't know.

... well, put that away.

I didn't have this before I started, so I saw a lot of time had passed.

I mean, I just realized that there's no clock in this room.

I don't know the time because of you, but... uh, no, you weren't in trouble.

Oh, well, didn't you feel the need because the butler keeps you regularly informed of your time?

Deacon Magipane.

"... did you really bring it? I thought you ran away."

In my head, I think about something completely different like that, and I say those words to make sure.

Because Mr. Augusto's specs are too high, or I can think of all sorts of things at once, isn't it amazing?

I just realized that.

"What, you don't trust me that much?

"It'll be almost the first time we meet"

What are you talking about, this guy?

I only saw you this morning.

Besides, I still had Osama's white eyes when I met him this morning.

"Oh, speaking of which, is that right? Ma, good, yes, this.

In an open-minded manner, I took the documents that were given to me sassy reflexively, and, uh, I was in a hurry for a moment to figure out what to do, but for now, I decided to look at them in a piecemeal fashion to check the contents.

Then it was the mark, also in Mr. Augusto's memory, that jumped into his eyes.

It depicted a bird of some sort that seemed even difficult to make into a seal, and beside it was a sign of some kind of luxury.

... uh, the distinctive mark of the prime minister of this country and the mark of the Rheinbach family, here it is.

Upon proper confirmation from knowledge, it was said that the Prime Minister's mark was the magic mark of a phoenix motif that was difficult to forge.

With trace amounts of magic caged, the sole does seem difficult to forge.

"......... sounds real indeed"

Yeah, what am I gonna do, this.

Eli asked for it, too.

By the way, it's... bribes, maybe.

I'm going to make sure later.

'Cause there's quite a bit of it, here.

Funny, I think I said a few things. How much did you steal?

Oh, hey, Grandpa Rheinbach. Seriously, are you clo?

Well, then you have to work hard and be careful.

I have no idea how to be careful.

"Can you trust me with this?

If I were a dog, I'd shake my tail and feel stuck in the same atmosphere.

No... what are you talking about, you Osama?

And don't look at me with such glittering respect because I'm angry about something.

I don't know, I'm not happy at all.

I guess it's because I don't like it.

I want to say something.

Not happy at all.

"There's no way you can get credit overnight, are you stupid?"

"Wow, that's terrible, but, well, you know what?"

When he said it, Osama flaunted his shoulder lightly and looked like a jerk. Don't be angry with him.

I don't know.

"Why didn't you run away? Now you can't go back to Reinbach, can you?

I wonder why I bothered to shake it on the stick when it was a good opportunity to get away with the corner.

Are you stupid? Are you stupid?

Besides, I work like buying grudges from my employer on purpose.

To my question with a questionable gaze, he silenced a little, then gave me a slight, troubled look.

"... you know what my husband dreams of when we're intelligence people?

"I don't."

"Right.

"What do you want to say"

If I instantly denied it, I'd be dismayed.

You have no way of knowing, because you're not that versatile, Mr. Augusto's knowledge.

I don't know anything.

He was silent for a while, but he began to talk quietly about whether he had accidentally regained his mind.

"Well, I don't think you can trust a guy like me to say that, you know, a guy in back office is mostly an orphan or something like that."

Uh, is that a common pattern?

I pick up orphans and raise them as assassins, like.

Sometimes in drama, right?

It's more of a time play though.

"I didn't leak it either, but the more he did, the more pride he had.

With that said, he had an adult look, like he had somewhere agreed.

"Basically, intelligence guys like me, they work as mercenaries, but the Lord doesn't have them.

But I wonder if that's why.

... serving the ideal Lord, what is it? Our dreams. "

Bitter laughter, and an anticipating look.

Somehow, I've come to know what he's trying to say, but I want a little scratch.

Ninja.

All right, it's neat.

"Hmm, I mean, what do you mean?"

"Quick story, my husband is a Dompisha to my personal ideals!

clenching his fist with goodness, he said softly.

... I don't know, I want to shiva.

"Is that all?

"Hey, that's terrible. I'm serious."

When asked coldly, he said so and grinned bitterly, scratching his head abusively with Gashi.

I have a bad feeling about what his ideals are, so I'm not going to ask.

I don't want to increase my effort.

I'm tired. Mentally.

With that in mind, my expression remains floating with a cold sole that I'm getting accustomed to.

"...... are you serious?"

"Yeah, rarely. Seriously.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I can bet my life. "

In response to my question, with a serious face, the words were said to be crisp.

If you look him in the eye, he will stare back at you without being distracted.

"Lies, then you don't seem to be."

"I wouldn't throw up a lie at a time like this. It's been a lifetime of confessions, so take it."

Yeah, shall we wait a minute?

"The way you say it, you have a saying."

"Yeah, it was disgusting to say it myself"

Osama rubs his sausage as he hugs his body, nodding to agree with my scratch with a serious face.

If I was damaged by my own words, I wouldn't take care of them.

Please don't make me feel bad, too.

"... are you stupid?"

"Silly and good, if I can swear allegiance to you."

He knelt at my feet with a subtle expression that made me laugh only half the time.

But I look like a terrible bad guy because I'm sitting in a chair.

Since it stands like a villain in the corner, I decided to say the villain-like line anyway.

"If you can't use it, I'll cut you off, okay?

"Absolutely fine."

"... betrayal is..."

"It's all right, 'cause there's absolutely no"

That said, he looked up at me with a serious face.

Yeah, but yeah.

"... because you're light, I can trust you at all."

Words don't weigh much at all.

It's ruined because of you. Too bad.

"Mm-hmm. That being said, it's for collectability.

Oh, yeah, I guess so. "

"What?"

"Hola, the contract of the demon of use"

Yeah.

What, you got that?

I don't know exactly what I'm going to do, but I can somehow predict that there won't be any human rights.

Oh, no, you can't do that.

"... you must be human."

"Well, humans are animals in a broad sense, aren't they?

No, I do, though.

"But is that good for you?"

"Yeah, if I can serve you"

Like nothing, I was sarcastically affirmed.

Yeah, well...

"... one, let's hear it"

"What?"

"Until you betray Rheinbach, you try to come to me, for what reason?

I guess it's just a taste. "

I don't see the point of putting myself at risk and then swinging me on a stick to human rights and... getting that far.

I have no idea what the hell gets him that far, or what it's worth to me to get that far.

The uncertainty makes me anxious.

Then you should make it clear.

Staring into his eyes, he sighed, hah, as he had noticed somewhere.

"... won't you pull?

"It depends on your response."

"Well, first of all, you know what a demon tribe is?

"... of a slightly different nature than human beings, the generic names of those with high magic powers belonging to the darkness, were found only in the books."

I've been asked to come up with a few ideas, but even the knowledge from Mr. Augusto's past books didn't reveal anything more.

Maybe I didn't read it because I'm not really interested, but it's okay.

"Well, you know, I didn't tell you the details."

"What do you want to say"

Encouraging him to look sorry, just to say, he gently corrected his residence on his knees and then finally opened his mouth.

"Demons, unlike humans, have the nature of accumulating more and more on top of the fact that there are no limits to the magic they can accumulate in the flesh.

So strong in vain, live long. "

"Hmm."

Do you have that trait, Demon Race?

I had the knowledge that they were hardly different from humans, but that's what makes them different, I didn't know it.

"And because the amount of magic determines strength, the longer you live, the stronger the demon clan is"

"In other words?"

"So the strong guy is great, so awesome, so respectable, so worshipful.

Such unconsciousness is imprinted on instincts, blood, souls. "

"Hmm."

What a troublesome breed, that.

But when I wondered how the hell that would relate, quite a few bombs were dropped.

"... I'm half demonic, aren't I?

That's why I fell in love with you at first sight. "

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, yeah, hang on, let's start with a scratch over here.

"... don't make a creepy expression."

I've got so much goosebumps right now with the word love at first sight rather than being half demonic...!

Osama, the person of the day, held his head vigorously on the spot, squatting, moaning.

"But there's nothing else! Words that can express this feeling! I'm a jerk too! It's disgusting!

The person I said is about to cry.

Then don't say it, I want to say it.

No, I might be the one who made you say it.

"... what kind of thing is that?"

"I want to stay with this guy for the rest of my life, he's so cool, I can never forgive him for doing this guy harm, he wants to be useful, he wants to protect me, he wants to be on his side,... there's more, but listen?

"......... no, good"

From squatting, I get goosebumps once again at the explanation of half a cry as I look at you and me.

Don't ask.

Something cold already sucks.

Oh!? That's crazy!? I personally had no such strong bias against that!?

"Uh, no, I'm sick of myself, but I can't stand this feeling or..., how many times, novice torture?

"I don't."

"Right.

Pale back to the foolish words returned pale consent looking far away with dead eyes.

I don't have a choice.

Maybe my eyes are dead now, too.

No, seriously. Uh, disgusting. Goosebumps.

No, I don't know what it is anymore, really. I don't know if it's because it's Mr. Augusto's body.

He's a grown man. I don't know what else to do. Don't know.

... In the meantime, let's change the story. Let's do that.

Having managed to change my mind, I decided to ask another question again.

"... have you ever wanted to serve another wise man?"

Because if a strong man is ideal, I suppose he wants to be the Lord the wise man who is in this world.

That's the question I asked myself, but I started to think again about whether the person in question had just realized it because he had been told.

"Uh, speaking of which, I don't...

Sure, he's very strong and he's not a worshipper, but he doesn't like it.

What, wait, the others?

Apparently, he noticed that the gaze he was taking off for the idea was coming back to me.

"Oh, I became a sage about the other day."

I answered sassy because I didn't want to hide it or anything, and she looked at me with a freaking face.

What the hell, you're shivering.

"... are you serious...! I don't know what to do, I don't know what this feels like when I meet a celebrity who is a huge fan...!"

"I don't."

"Right.

I don't care.

I just noticed.

Should I hide that I am a wise man, or should I make it public with Dawn?

If you hide it, you'll find out someday, and if you publish it, you might end up in a mayhem because the people hate you.

I'm worried.

I guess I'll think about this later for now.

... but how long should I do this?

Oh, you don't think I have to subordinate this guy?

It was going to blow up because of what the goosebump thing said earlier, but before that, that was the atmosphere for once, wasn't it?

Uh, what do I do?

If you just let your gaze wander around, you discover one at the wall, a butler nestled in the air.

In the meantime, what do you think we should do? I decided to send an eye contact like that.

The butler merely paid a respectful tribute.

... yeah.

Please don't hesitate to tell me.

What, a round throw...?

Basically because he was throwing round, or was he thrown round all the time here this time...?

Oh, I see. He's the one who does it everyday.

It's only the second day though.

Damn.

Enough. No, it stinks.

Let's go with a stance that those who come will not refuse.

I'll leave the rest to autonomy.

I don't care what happens!

Well, if only I worked so hard at times.

There are things you won't be able to do, but somehow, I feel like I'm going to be able to manage, but... like I won't.

Well, that's good. I don't know.

There's no such thing as Osama wanting to be a subordinate to such a villain-looking face.

... oh, now I know why I feel so bad.

Even though that instinct, it is because I do not understand the respect and excessive favors that are directed unconditionally.

'Cause the butler and the rest of the people in this mansion know the original Mr. Augusto, so I can understand.

But this guy, he's only looking at my surface.

So I guess you feel uncomfortable.

Understood, but the choice not to subordinate didn't come to mind at the moment.

Because this ossanigi is worth it, you can't help it!

Well, if this doesn't make me one of them, I'm gonna have to kill this Osama, so that's the primary cause.

Yeah, something refreshed me when I understood everything.

Let's digest another thing that finally bothered me.

"...... you, what's your first name?

When I asked again, I was flaunted on the shoulder like I was in trouble.

"We don't have a name for a shadow man. I'd love it if my husband put it on. Oh, my God."

Uh, I see, is that what it feels like?

"That's a hassle."

I don't think Nanashi or anything like that,... I don't think so.

"Tough hands! But I don't feel uncomfortable. I feel sick!

"I don't."

"Right.

When I calmly returned it, my affirmation returned with a straight face.

No, if you know what I mean, don't say it, you.

"Hmm, but it's inconvenient not to have a nickname"

"What, can you put anything on me?

Something irritated me again when I was turned to look full of anticipation.

So, Chira, I'll turn my gaze to the butler.

That's all they guessed at me. The butler opened his mouth with a smile.

"... right, so what about Kruissa"

"Well, what are you talking about?" I've never heard of it, but is it ancient Sole? What do you mean? "

Seeing the butler with a strange look on his face, he cast a simple doubt.

Then, the butler opens his mouth with a smile again.

"It's a rat."

"No! I knew my husband would put it on!

Deacon, Mr. Boulder. I was thinking about it, but Osama didn't like it at the time. Too bad.

I don't think so. Hey, rat.

Oh, but I don't like it if they name me that either.

I don't have a choice.

If I was convinced by myself, the butler sighed as much as he could.

"... I can't help bothering your husband, but what about the old word“ cinza ”, which means silver?"

"No, I don't think there's anything I can do.

I'd rather have it attached to my husband, and I'm more of a mattomo than I was just now. "

"... hmm, so..."

If you thought it was Matomo, you'd be fine.

It's generally a nickname, and it's appropriate and good, right?

"What, hey, wait, I made my own decision!? What about my intentions?

"Your husband's servants won't need that."

"Irrational! And I'm plain glad I'm your husband's servant!

No, Osama, happy and disappointed in what? That's disgusting.

Well, good.

Maybe now this guy's one of my guys, right?

"Cinza"

"Ah, yes.

"... if you want trust, win."

As I told him quietly, staring at him, he gave me a surprised look like he had been poked at the intent.

And then, niggling, and niggling grins open his mouth.

"... I see, Roger. From now on, my lord."

No, there isn't.

Whatever it takes, it's not...

I'll pull...

Your expression was cool and ruined.

"... disgusting, call it another way"

"Eh."

The moment I said it, I was so stiffened up with a Kyotong face.

No, 'cause you don't have a husband.

I'm not glad Osama told me.

No, I'm not happy with beautiful boys or girls.

I guess it's because I'm an odyssama and a flattering young maiden about this, but yeah, I'm sorry. I don't know.

"So, uh... Master Augusto? Like what?"

"I can't allow rats to call your husband's noble name."

The butler refused before I could answer.

Uh, yeah, okay.

"Hey, what the hell was that from earlier, this butler, it's so depressing. Can I kill you?

"No."

You can't do that.

It makes me socially incapable of living.

No, you'll live, but this mansion won't make it.

"Wow, you look so doozy, you butler! Angry!"

"The wasp is your husband's right arm, because it's no exaggeration.

Be fully envious. "

"... what to do, I'm so angry"

Doya, the facial butler and I are grinding our teeth with some regret, uh, Mr. Hidden is good.

Yeah, Mr. Hidden.

But it sounds like something fun, these two.

I hope we can be good friends.

It doesn't matter because I'm your boss!

"Alfredo, play that far."

"Ha, sorry, sir"

Seeing Mr. Hidden as he captures the butler at the edge of his eyes, who pays a respectful tribute to my calling.

"...... Cinza"

"What?

No, what? It's not loose, you Osama.

No, yeah, okay.

"You don't have to change the way you call me. Call it what you want."

"...... So, husband, like just now,... that's a little arrogant, so can I call you husband Sama?

Hmm, that's subtle, too, but, well, there's no choice. He's a subordinate.

I said, "Call it what you want."

"Mm-hmm. Copy that. Nice to meet you, sir. Sama!

That said, he smiled with a very happy smile.

Something like that, I don't know, but it looks like I've got a new subordinate.

...... Yeah, I wonder what this is.

Then, being mentally tired, I decided to go back to my room and sleep.

I was anxious to sleep even though I had no physical fatigue at all, but when I closed my eyes quietly, it was sometime in the morning.

Unexpectedly, I stared at the blurry ceiling.

I heard somewhere that sleeping is the best way to heal mental fatigue, so maybe my mind needed sleep.

Are you healed, well, better than yesterday morning, Toko?

Yesterday morning, it was really hard.

Now? Now, it's so refreshing because the soon-to-be-worked butler switched all the conditioning by the time I went to bed.

The sounds of birds, the twitching of trees and the sounds of the wind heard from the outside.

And into view is a variety of chic conditioning items based on a black-like color close to a calm blue color, illuminated by the sunlight entering through the window.

Yeah, very, refreshing.

Why are you indoors and not hearing the sound of nature here?

Because you're a sage anyway.

The third day is about to start, but it's only been that long, but it's been a very dark two days. Why?

It's time to settle down.

No, but I still have things to do, so I can't do it for a while.

Stick around the ceiling, I'll sort it out.

For starters, it would be paperwork and review and recalculate.

I'm recalculating now, so when this is over, is it a confirmation of the policy the Versteins are putting out now?

Let's sneak up on where we can fix it.

Let's go after reviewing and recalculating the paperwork.

Concurrency is important, right?

Next, I guess, confirmation of general common sense and a drop in knowledge.

No, but should we do this in a hurry?

I feel like I should go to the study between paperwork like I'm breathing.

I don't have a choice, do my best.

Next, I feel like I have to embark on a journey around greeting.

Focusing on old acquaintances that have probably made me worry, say hello everywhere,... and let me refer to you if you have a good and attentive policy as you go.

After that, we have to arrange to go back to the main residence of the territory.

Do I have to say hello to the king or something before I do?

That's what happens because it hits my boss once, right?

I have to file an application for a look, right...

...... Yeah, uh.

Shit, there's something wrong with you.

Wow, I want to be neat. Okay, relax or relax, Gdagda or gobble or whatever, so anyway, I want loose ends.

I'm tired of trying.

There's no physical fatigue at all.

Well, where I mourned, the status quo hasn't changed.

......... yeah, all right, first you do something about the paperwork and everything around it!

I have to do it, but I don't want it to end because there's too much to do and it stinks, I don't know what that means, but I have to work hard, damn it!

How to get stressed out. Seriously, I have to think about it. As soon as possible.

When I was thinking about it, the butler came, so as yesterday morning, when I was carefully forced to change into aristocratic clothes and get ready, I headed straight to the dining room with the butler's guidance.

Come on! I wonder what Gohan is this morning!