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

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The king's heartfelt cry seemed sad and regrettable, and so much so that he was about to cry, the word sadness was his best face.

I guess this is an awesome, serial occasion to be here.

But according to me, if I wasn't a wise man, I would have suffered a terrible headache already, to the extent that it was not difficult to imagine, I would have been weak.

What, that, exactly, is what a king looks like to me.

No, in the world, I call myself, what is that, a one-person name? Well, no.

I'm not going to say that bad about people like that.

'Cause personality, way of life, it's so cool for some people anyway, yeah.

But not this king.

I can't seem to rely on my words and actions at once anymore.

No, but it's me on the outside to weaken in such a serial situation! There's no way you can point that out.

When it comes to this, we have to do our best to stay this way.

Oh, what the hell is this situation?

While I mourned inside, I couldn't help but stay this way, and once again in the mood, I opened my mouth, exerting myself into my eyes to be serious, anyway.

"It's decided! Because that's who stands above the people!

The difference between the inner mind and the outer tension is severe and uncomfortable, but I tolerate it a lot.

"No! Why did you have such a dear friend?

The refusal also roughed up his voice in the open, the king just seemed like a kid wasting his time, and he felt like he couldn't tell the reality that Cool Odysama was doing that.

Come on, man. Me, switch.

It's okay, you can do it, you can do it.

When I stood on stage, I was dealing with an actor whose adrift was going to be too harsh and ruined. I was able to do that then, so I'm fine.

All right, I can go.

I turned my consciousness to the King's condition.

From the bitten mouth, the movement of the muscles, I'm sure my fists are squeezing so tight that I'm about to bleed.

Really, it looks painful.

I mean, that's how much this guy cared about Mr. Augusto.

When I thought so, I knew I was sexually angry.

If it's so important, why did you only do the wrong thing?

Tracing his memory with anger, Mr. Augusto's sane return over the past 12 years existed to such an extent only a few times.

At that time, Mr. Augusto had acted with an understanding of everything that he was doing wrong or that Julia was not coming home.

Dearest, to see Julia.

It was just an act of dying to get someone to kill themselves.

If you do something stupid, sooner or later, someone will surely stop you.

That's what he wanted.

... Oh, that's why Mr. Augusto didn't pull into the territory, trying to stay in the king's capital as much as possible.

That way, someone says that the king will find out and be sure to stop himself.

When I came into my chest so that that sad thought would be repulsed, I could only feel frustrated with this king, as much as I understood it was a transfer of responsibility but still could not be convinced.

It was frustrating because I was someone else and I knew it halfway through.

But being angry with your emotions is not a good idea.

He seems to be a sage. This flesh will surely have magic out there with just a few emotions on the table.

I don't know what will happen, but I understand why it's very dangerous.

Desperately pushing his emotions, only his head tries to act calmly, angry.

It's full of contradictions, but I had to.

Anyway, I assemble a line in my head and look for the best words.

First, I'm going to point that out to you about what was the problem.

Put your strength into your belly and see the king.

"Eh, you're the king! You must be more right than anyone, and more responsible than anyone!

You must not be misguided by emotions!

I shook up my hand to slap the table, but you're gonna slap it to pieces because it's Mr. Augusto's spec, aren't you? and judged aggressively, gripping it tightly, then slowly unloaded it.

Danger. Danger.

My words like that must have been the right argument for shooting at the target.

The king distorts his expression somewhere in remorse.

Naturally.

Because such a king, from the people, is nothing but annoyance.

Rather, I don't even want to live in a kingdom like that.

The king knew that, but he wasn't convinced, he missed his gaze from me with such a, such a shitty face.

King, you have no idea.

It's just that even Mr. Augusto has a bad reputation, and if he did, it's like he was threatening the king with weakness and making him unfair, because it's not weird at all if he does something like that.

You know, I feel like that's already happening, but I want to blame you.

Keep out of sight of me, and still ignore the king who tried to argue something bad at birth, and I go on.

"If you're worried, you could have just shut it down!

Why did you leave me alone?

The inhabitants and, if my life, the inhabitants are many times heavier!

This is absolutely not wrong.

How many people have had a hard time letting that piggy Augusto go wild?

I can only imagine, but it was hard to decide what to think.

Nevertheless, we bothered to follow up, so the damage grew unnecessarily and became more prolonged.

Nothing but the worst.

The king of nations, even if he was a friend, is in a position to cut off his friend, 1, in order to save 100.

If you didn't want me to die, you should have shut me down until I was sane, or until I died.

It is only foolish that a king who should have had to support his country was trying to meditate on the corruption of the nobility and protect it at the end of the sentence.

Because nobility is a position where there are people, isn't there?

If the inhabitants hate you, the nobles have no choice but to die.

Even if it stood around well, it would eventually go bankrupt somewhere.

Karma, you deserve it, you die in a coup like that.

Seriously, what are you doing, you king?

The king doesn't have to die because I might die under all responsibility, you son of a bitch.

To my sermon like that, I thought the king turned his glance at me chilling, stretching his body in a vicious manner, and finally leaned down with a crying face with a frown root.

"Ugh......"

It is unreliable and has zero such voice.

... Akan, this king is a bad boy.

The same goes for everything I knew I could do, but you can't be seriously depressed by my sermon even though you're a king.

'Cause there's this lovely ogyssuma that's just overflowing with majesty, and it's kind of chompy, isn't it?

No, majesty. Where once?

What the hell am I supposed to do? Sheba, can I stay? No?

With Harrison or something, like, I'd like to slap you with a thoughtful sparn, but... no.

Yeah, Mr. Augusto's specs make you a splatter.

Unfortunately, I was looking at the king, and something gradually accelerated the king's shrinkage.

At first, it was just a dripping item, but at some point it became a cat's back, shrinking its figure with even more pull tremors, and as a result, it kind of wrapped up small for the figure.

...... Nanicole.

At that time, the queen, who had until now completely turned into air, opened her mouth.

"... Dear Augusto, that's about it for you. He was desperate, too."

Sounds sorry, and softly calms down to the words of the queen, who was told somewhere she seemed to regret.

I was going to try my best to be calm, but I guess I couldn't be completely calm.

I don't have a choice.

Because how angry you get, you can't blame someone and freak them out so much, yourself, in front of a woman, even though the big man is your age.

Yeah, you can't.

"... no, this is the one that made my voice absurd. My apologies..."

I honestly utter my words of apology with guilt, but on the outside, it's a pretty tough task while desperately trying not to compromise Mr. Augusto's majesty...... no, it's not that tough on Mr. Augusto's specs.

I'm impressed. This is awesome.

"No, please don't apologize. It's this guy who's bad."

In a gentle voice, the queen, who tells her quietly, laughs sadly.

Yeah, if the contents weren't me, it would have been a terrific serial occasion.

"Augusto, I can't ask you to forgive me, I'm really... sorry"

A shrunken king made a quiet apology with a complex look of guilt, regret, and then self-loathing.

I wanted to exhale a huge sigh about a king like that, but I can handle it.

I've thought for a moment about how much I have to endure, but now I ignore it.

"... Your Majesty, if it's enough to apologize, why don't you do it from the beginning?"

"... are you mad?

If I calmly say, Hiraki, the king who asks terribly, with the kind of uplift that asks this one.

Wow, I don't know what to do. I want to look really shitty right now.

No, no, bear with me. Come on.

Inside, it attracts a huge amount of face, and you have no idea what it looks like, but you open your mouth desperately working on it anyway.

"... frightened."

"No, you're angry, aren't you?, that's why you're so behaving so differently."

The king of the day kept shrinking, now pointing his lips slightly, and began to take such an angry attitude, like he was frightened but obstinate.

I'm not saying it's an attitude that a middle-aged Osama shouldn't do, but when a toddler does something that he's going to do, I want to do everything I can.

Somebody give me Harrison.

Oh, no, something made of ice. Harrison, let's not.

"......... I'm just speaking my mind?

Originally for me, my facial expressive muscles must have dragged me down a lot due to lack of training.

But I knew I could perform well and calmly thanks to Mr. Augusto's specs.

I hate to leave the specs to you, but thank you now.

But in the next moment, when he quietly ran out of words, the king cried to the queen with a grievous face.

"I knew I was angry...! Lily, what are we gonna do! Augusto's mad!

"I think it would be nice to be honest with you."

Oh Ugh, the queen who laughs gently like that and abandons the king sarah.

"Yes!? Lily's thin lover!

"Please say anything."

The queen laughs relaxed when she sees the king mourning for his lewdness and his grandeur.

Suddenly a tremendous guilt struck me in the chest over such a friendly couple's seemingly pleasant hanging as a cont.

In my head, there was an Augusto from the past who looked at the two young men, much younger than they were now, as though they were frightened, but somewhere pleasant.

Oh, here we go again, having fun even though I think so, smiling.

But I wasn't the one who had that emotion.

Why am I here?

Because this is where Mr. Augusto was supposed to be.

It's a relationship created by Mr. Augusto, even though it's a relationship of trust that Mr. Augusto could have done because he was alive.

"...... sorry"

The rest of my guilt gave me zero apologies.

There was this warm space because Mr. Augusto was Mr. Augusto.

It wasn't me they cared about, it was Mr. Augusto.

So...

This is not a good place for me.

"Why would Augusto apologize?

Returning to the king the gaze that had fallen back at some point on the king's strange questioning, the face of the king, who seemed heartfelt strange, enters his sight.

I was guilty and I couldn't think of anything, and anyway, with the momentum, I opened my mouth.

"... I, no,... Auguste Verstein is dead.

I don't remember growing up with you, I'm not the august you know anymore. "

I couldn't change the tone to who I was because of my, without pride, an actress.

Because Mr. Augusto can't have an Okama tone or something.

That's how I thought about it, and I regretted it.

... no.

The truth is, you won't accept yourself for being a woman, because of the feeling of giving up.

When I exhale small as I pimple into my weakness, I feel slightly but lighter in the chest, and I tell him to squeal, staring at the king, as I regain my mind.

I'm someone else.

Lightly, but, kickingly, I say it out, with all my strength in my belly so that I can hear it even with a grunting voice.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to live, but I didn't want this to happen.

Not at all, not even this kind of thing, I didn't even think I wanted to live until I became someone else.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I still don't even think about the grain size of rice I want to die.

"Augusto, you're no different."

Such, gentle and serene, and return to the words whining a little troublesome, the gaze that had fallen back again at some point.

Then, nostalgic, but with a slightly troubled smile, there was a king looking at me.

"... Your Majesty?

No change? Why? I'm someone else, aren't I?

Put me down because I don't know what that means and all I can do is call on you, and the king starts talking quietly.

"Seriously, I hate negative thoughts, crooked things, actually, bloodthirsty"

I miss you, I'm glad, the king speaks of Mr. Augusto with such a look.

If you ask me, I'm sure Mr. Augusto, if he lived with me, might have said something similar.

I don't know if it's actually true, but if it's Mr. Augusto in my memory, I felt I would.

With a gentle grin, the king continued.

"Besides, I don't mind if the contents are different.

I've become a sage, so it's not weird if it's possible. "

... wonder what the hell this guy is talking about.

I knew I didn't know what that meant and I opened my mouth to make sure.

"......... may I say that someone else's soul is entering"

That's what I said. My voice is heavy, but the king tilts his neck unchanged.

"Really? What kind of person is that?

"Young, woman. Halfway down the path to follow my dreams, I died suddenly."

"What's your name?

"... proton."

"... Yoko, huh?

Well, Augusto never lied, let's just believe it. "

That was a straight, out-of-confidence look at me.

Oh, here, no.

I don't understand.

I guess it's because I'm still playing Mr. Augusto.

But maybe this man, Mr. Augusto's soul, doesn't realize that he doesn't exist in the world anymore.

If I thought so, I was very selfish, but I was kind of very sorry, and I felt discouraged.

I'm sure the king thinks I'm mixed up in Mr. Augusto's soul.

Well, that's good enough.

"Augusto?"

"What?

"Suddenly you shut up, what's up?

"No, I'm blessed with good friends, I just felt"

Answer the king who asks in a strange way, even, as if it were the word I said.

Seems like Mr. Augusto, calmly, but a little frightened, and then, I'm sure Mr. Augusto will feel the same way, so include some hindsight in his expression, and still, just a little happy.

I mocked myself inside, playing a complex look.

'Cause I don't think there's a fool like me in there.

I don't care what you think, I'm an idiot, even though nobody should notice.

'Cause I'm nothing but foreign in this world.

It's a soul that doesn't exist.

Then no one should notice.

That's what I knew.

... yeah?

I noticed and only got out a little because I was a sage, but I got some kind of weird sweat.

No, no, no, wait, me.

Be cool, think about it.

Are you stupid to go through and be an idiot yourself?

What are you talking about going to die?

Habu!!

I don't want to expose myself to the king! I don't know if they'll notice... if it's stuffy! If he finds out, he'll be shot!

I'm glad they didn't notice! I'm glad the king is slightly sorry!

No, this is a gift of my acting skills! That's me!

But in a hurry..., seriously what are you doing yourself......!

I'm scared of unconsciousness - let's act properly and think more next time.

Mr. Augusto's specs are close to a moment to think, and we should figure it out.

All right, come on, me.

"Yeah?... Augusto, you, what happened to the ring?"

Unexpectedly from the king, my thoughts stopped a bit when I was asked such questions.

Uh, what is it?

I'm wearing my own ring, but that's not it, is it?

"It's about Julia's ring, isn't she wearing it?

Yeah? Julia's ring?

Uh, yeah, okay, at times like this, it's a search for Augusto's knowledge, Julia's ring, Julia's ring...

"Hey, you, no. Well, there's absolutely no such thing as delicacy, so... sorry, Master Auguste."

I was searching and the queen panicked and went in to stop it.

It turned out for once, but it sounds like you don't have to say anything.

"Sorry, Augusto..."

"No, never mind"

For now, I shall answer the King, who has begun to be depressed again, with dignity and propriety.

By the way, that search results, but first I have to come in from an explanation of what the proof of engagement and marriage in this country is, as a prerequisite.

What we need is a stone of color in each other's eyes.

It can be as big as you want.

During our engagement, we exchange those stones and process each other's eye-colored stones into jewelry of our choice.

Piercings, earrings and necklaces dominate.

And when you get married, you transform that jewelry into a type of jewelry that you can get, like a ring or a bracelet.

Therefore, in this country, they don't say wedding rings or anything, but become rings or bracelets of their names.

Incidentally, if you were preceded by an opponent, you would often put both the left and dead rings in a coffin, or you would exchange the dead opponent's rings with those of the left and bury them.

For financial reasons, there seems to be a tendency for the former to be noble and the latter to be ordinary citizens.

That was Mr. Augusto's knowledge.

However, based on the King's condition, Mr. Augusto apparently always possesses Julia's ring.

I don't know what to do, I didn't bring that with me today.

But I'm glad I didn't have to tell you now.

But more importantly, I have to find a place for the ring when I get home.

"But Augusto, what the hell are you going to do?

"What?"

If I had clams on a place in my head that seemed like a ring, once again the king asked me a question I didn't understand well, so I asked back for now, and the king closed and opened his mouth a few times looking like a bum somewhere, and then said it was puffy.

"... the books don't fit, do they?

Yeah.

"Whose fault is it?

"I'm sorry."

When I turned my gaze to see those who were vegan and giddy and frivolous, my apology returned quickly.

"No, I'm already, I'm really sorry.

So that's it, murder? Just crush the bugs, though?, don't look at me like that, I'm scared, I'm so scared "

Yeah, sorry about this one, King, no, Mr. Augusto. I was scared in the face, you're so scared, you have no choice.

I mean, I just thought, it's the first time I've ever used it. I think it means it looks suspicious, it means it's frivolous.

That's Mr. Augusto, isn't it?

But I used the word Udon better.

It's delicious, isn't it, Udon?

Oh, shit, I want some damn Japanese food.

Of bonito stock, no, even kelp stock.

I want to eat udon.

I want to eat sweet fried onions on top, then boiled eggs, and then heavenly scallops, and just a little bit of sesame flavor.

Oh, but meat udon's good, too, right?

I think I'm hungry.

What are you talking about, uh, yeah, the books?

"... I'm in the middle of a recalculation right now.

Then, I'm going to compare the difference between confirming how much is actually unknown and the amount on hand.

In the brain, he was slightly rushed back to his mind, with a perfectly normal attitude on the outside, but only slightly distraught, told him so again, then took the teacup and swallowed it with cold and lukewarm tea in his mouth.

Yeah, is it because it's expensive? It's delicious even if it's warm.

That's fantastic, fancy.

"Well... well, if you like, send a trusted tax officer."

"It's not necessary."

I reject the King's words, which I propose to me in such a way as to be afraid, until I block them along the way.

"Why, Augusto! I knew you were mad at me!?

"No."

Gunn! The king moaning in such a reaction that he was likely to hear the sound of the effect was plain depressing, and for now he immediately denied it, but the king moaned at all and cried again to the queen.

"Lily! Augusto's mad!

"Oh."

Listen to me.

"Yes! Sorry!

Because of his frustration, he became the other cold voice of things, but at that moment he apologized to the king with a very serious face.

In the meantime, I will tell you why while exhaling lightly in a frightened manner, or I will tell you about Jianmae.

"... at all, you...

Not knowing where and when to scratch your sleeping neck will involve someone else in the executive branch. "

I mean, I usually don't like having someone else help me with my nostalgia, I'm scared.

Me, family, whatever, I'm not even the type to keep my wallet with a friend.

Or so I thought, the king tilted his neck with a strange look on his face.

"... but Augusto has become a sage, so isn't it pointless to be scratched in the neck of your sleep?

"An analogy, fool.

What I'm saying is political or social. "

Oh, I told the king he was stupid or something.

I don't know what to do, but you came out with something on your mouth, maybe Mr. Augusto and the King were always this kind of nori.

"Well, I don't even think there are people who can do that to a sage..."

I tell the king who thinks of it while stroking his jaw and beard without looking particularly concerned, oh, you've been this kind of nori from time to time, I guess, for now, I'll tell him about my future policy.

"Well, I'm not going to make public information that I've become a sage."

"Why!? There's no such thing as a strong card!?

"That's why I want to use it as a trump card"

Surprisingly, I place a teacup that I remained holding, returning a sober word to a king who roughs up his voice like some impatient.

Trump cards are pre-built.

'Cause if I publish it to the public right now, I could be scammed or involved in all sorts of troublesome things like that grandfather.

No, I just don't feel like I can deal with any more, even though it's still a lot of trouble.

I'd like to at least ask you when you calm down.

The inner mind thinks such a hectic thing, but on the outside, it looks crisp and serious, and sincerely jizzy at the king.

Then the king lowered his brow root sadly, but somewhere he gave up, then gave him a slightly troubled, such a complicated look, then covered his eyes with one hand as it was, and groaned.

"... why do you always try to carry the burden, Augusto..."

It seemed sad, but there was nothing I could do about it, it was so loud that I could tell that was normal.

Always, that means that Augusto in the past had also bothered to choose someone with a heavy burden of his own.

"That's what's best, so there's no choice."

"But then it will crumble...!"

Right, so I'm sure Mr. Augusto from the past has been crushed.

But I'm not that easy to crush.

You will have trouble getting a woman with blunt, energetic weather, proper, and three beats!!

I'm not proud of you at all!

"Hmm, recalculation, governance, self-defense, to such an extent that I'm so burdened with crushing?

Maybe that's not all, but I'll just have to say it's grand here.

I'm not sure I can, and I don't feel like I can, but I'm sure Mr. Augusto's specs will do fine.

I'm sure!!

Seeing me like that, the king glanced a little surprised.

"... Augusto, have you changed a bit?

Raise the edge of your mouth to answer the king's words, niggling, laughing.

If you do that in Mr. Augusto's face, you may be terribly scared, but the atmosphere of confidence will be conveyed.

Maybe.

"Have you noticed now? I told you, I'm not your august."

When he said Kippari, the king looked dumb for a moment, then smiled bitterly with a troubled face, telling him to whine as he lowered his hand, which was covering his eyes.

"...... right, you're stronger"

"Then I guess I was weak."

Gently wrinkle between the eyebrows, returning a reply that said it was out-of-heart.

No, actually, the problem is, I don't think Mr. Augusto was a weak man.

However, he may not be very aware of it, so he decided that it was the words and actions.

"Huh? You've been a jerk to Julia for a long time."

"I see His Majesty wants me to grip his face again"

"Oh, what, I'm sorry! Forgive me!"

The queen smiled at us for such an exchange.

Personally, I don't want you to watch, I want you to stop.

I'm really worried about whether it's okay with me.

All right, this is the time to divert the story in a different direction!

Speaking of which, about Senior Count Nord Rhodriers, but...

"Oh, that's the guy.

... right, abandoned pawn, used as, poor man, something like that. "

When asked about bald chills, the king, humming and roaring small, rubbed his beard and jaw with one hand as he spoke such a view.

Heh, is that what bald chills look like from a king's point of view?

But a throwaway pawn.

"I see, one of the paths I may have followed sooner or later,"

"... right, it wouldn't have been weird if it had been like that"

"Then I wouldn't have wanted you to leave me alone."

I pointed a jittery glance at the king, who laughed bitterly but agreed with my sober words.

Then, a king with a troubled look like he was poked in the pain.

"Don't say that, Augusto.

That's when I might not have been able to make a normal decision without realizing it. "

"Not now," he said?

When asked quietly, the king laughed with a refreshing face somewhere.

"... it's a wake-up thought.

For me too, Julia was a dear friend.

That's why I was terrified I'd lose you next. "

"I see."

I'm convinced, you know what?

Well, yeah, I don't think it would be strange for a normal person to be.

My position is the king, so something terrible must have happened.

I guess this king, the kind that's not for kings or anything.

I saw that someone around me was helping me and something was going on.

"Hey, Augusto, why don't you call me Il anymore?

Leaving me to think, my thoughts stopped for a moment because all of a sudden the king had asked me that question.

Oh my God! We're back in the same place!?

Stop it. That's it! I don't know what the best response would be. I am!

'Cause I'm not Mr. Augusto!

There's no way you can think about it without answering it.

"... if you feel like it."

"... well!

I knew I was heartbroken by the king laughing happily at my response, which I only postponed completely, but I was deluded by the fact that it was my fault.

Then I went back to the party venue, but as soon as I got back, the area was surrounded by an incredible light.

As the flutter and various lights fly around, a large six-color light illuminates the venue.

If you look around and see what the hell this is, there are similarly bewildered people, and apparently you realize that this light is visible to everyone in the venue.

That's when a low voice sounded in my head.

"... we are kings of the Spirit."

Yes?

If I stood up in the extreme state of confusion for the rest of my life, I would hear blurring and confusion from all over the place.

"Hey, Spirit King...!?"

"Why in the castle?!?

"No, more than that, everybody, kneel!

Apparently, everyone can hear you, too, to see people hesitate in confusion.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I don't know what that means.

At that time, my voice echoed my head once again.

"You don't have to be afraid."

It wasn't like earlier, but it was the voice of a man who felt low and good.