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

No, yeah, I did say that, didn't I?

You can always come and say hello.

But I don't care how much this is.

Why is this happening in front of such a public?

... No, maybe, there's no certainty whatsoever, but there's an awesome look at this body's specs, and he's saying it out loud.

After the Spirit communicates to each king, each king consults appropriately, ah, so we all go see each other? Then it looks like there's a whole bunch of humans just now, and it's a corner, so let's celebrate! Didn't I?, and.

If so, it is likely that I did not specify a date and time.

Yeah, you deserve it!

I don't know what to do, it's not funny at all.

Wow, I did..., I definitely don't know what the odds are of getting into trouble starting tomorrow, but multiplier Dawn anyway!! It is......

Shit! Shit! Shit!

But I don't know about this either, but I feel like I might have been ignored for specifying a date and time.

'Cause they're spirits.

It's like a monster in Japan.

Something may be different, but I think that's the closest feeling I can get from ordinary people.

No, I'm not sure about the monster either.

Anyway, it is not in Mr. Augusto's knowledge, so there are too many uncertain elements to know what will happen.

I can trust you, but I can't trust you.

That or the other way around? Well, no, it's hard.

Though, because I have to work harder than this happened.

There's a rebuilding of relationships, a rebuilding of finances, a rebuilding of trust with the people of the territory, but even more chores about cleaning up more trouble, that's overwork.

With such thoughts on escaping reality, for now, towards the six lights that float in the air, a courtesy of a knight stained in Mr. Augusto's body, what do you mean? Do something sole.

The ambiguity is that I don't know what kind of gratitude I did because I panicked in my head.

But as soon as I thanked him, he was breathing all over the place, and there were signs of that.

In the meantime, on the edge of my sight, sitting in a chair that I would have loved for the king, looking at me with my eyes at someone terribly sorry, and my mouth pounding, Don Mai! I'm saying things like that. I saw the king, so when this is over, I think I'll just grip that face.

I mean, thank you Augusto for this knight, I wanted to see it from afar anyway.

'Cause it's absolutely cool right now, huh?

No, it may feel like a commander-in-chief of an evil organization, but a man is because he looks a little bad when he gets older.

Yeah, in Mr. Augusto's case, that might not be a bit good.

In the meantime, I've told you many times, why is this who I am? Damn. Too bad. Extremely.

After a quick tour of such an idea, I told him in a dignified manner, looking to the lights.

"Blessings of the Spirit Kings, as well as deliberate visits to noisy places like Shih, the ultimate in joy.

As young as you are yet, as long as you want peace with your enduring friends. "

I brought up what I thought was the easiest and coolest part of some of the dialogue I thought about in the add-on.

Yeah, that's cool.

"Ranari."

"Neither do we the kings of the Spirit want hostility with the wise."

The red and blue light that floats over the hoof seems happy, and I'm kind of proud to tell you.

I mean, that light, I looked at it, and I saw the human form gradually, but what is this?

Unlike the little spirits, I see something close to the entity.

Blue light, blue hair, okapa-headed,... what do you say, ya? Beautiful or magnificent? Well like that, she's such a beautiful sister in the old China, dressed in luxurious Chinese clothes that Lady Yang and others seem to wear.

If you're red, you're a short red-haired, gutty muscle brother.

The face, well, he's handsome, but I wonder why it's just the tank top and pants.

Anyway, those two came to see each color light dogged in one hand.

What is this?

Oh, by the way, around the six-colored light, people emerged like they were floating.

Yeah, you don't know what that means.

If you turn your sight toward other lights, like a reality escape,

"Let's Promise Enduring Friendship and Peace"

That's what I say and doya face, long black hair bracketed around a nod, eye bands, leather jeans, bandages, skin gloves with lizards, such, dressed like a bandman that used to be fashionable, reasonably handsome, Osama jumped into my sight.

Yeah.

Shall I explain?

I used to have Osama dressed like a popular bandman.

Yeah, uh, okay.

Now put it down. Here's the thing, through, through.

In the meantime, a divinely beautiful sister, blonde and, I don't know, like an angel in the most discerning analogy, laughed happily.

"Bless the rebirth of a new sage"

Shortly afterwards, a so cute toddler girl wearing a thin green simple piece on her green-haired twin tail continues to enjoy herself.

"Bless Augusto Verstein"

Only a brown haired, faceless, all-back hairstyle brother with orange light hasn't said anything at all, but he seems to agree because he's nodding once.

Yeah, uh, okay.

Let's stop thinking.

'Cause it's already hard.

I can't afford that.

I can't, I'm tired already.

I'm hungry.

And they were satisfied just to say what they wanted to say, and they melted the light in their hands into the air, shaking it fluffy.

No, no, no, no.

Shin, and the venue that was quiet remained intact for about three seconds because of everyone's indignation, but my voice accidentally rose from all over the place.

"Surprised! I can't believe I can hear the Spirit Kings!

"I saw the light, too! Beautiful six-color light...!"

The voices of the nobles who discuss their thoughts thoughtfully from all over the venue, not even realizing that they were still there.

Apparently, I'm the only one who sees them as they remain.

The six, who looked satisfied, began to circle all over the venue.

Apparently, we're hearing praises for ourselves.

Yeah, I figured I'd go through it because it's so annoying.

"Father, I beg your pardon, have you become a wise man?

I was a little surprised inside that such a question was directed from your son, who appeared in an unexpected hurry, but I knew I wouldn't put it on the table, and I try to calmly look back at your son.

"......... michaelis"

"... no."

For now, when I called you a name, I was so nervous about something, why?

No, yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Augusto, you're scared in the face, you have no choice.

He opens his mouth, slightly confused by himself who is slightly shocked, but worried about his calm attitude by trying anyway.

"I thought I told you.

As soon as I did, I was stuck with a pocan look.

"Yes?...... wait, when?

Uh, this, maybe then, you weren't listening consciously at all?

─ ─ I became a wise man. Therefore, you no longer have to succeed the housekeeper.

But if you want to succeed the housekeeper, I'd be happy to pull back.

I certainly should have told him that.

"In the study."

In the meantime, briefly, I explained to you when I said it, and your son, who showed me how to think only a little, hesitated with an awkward thought, then so depressed that he seemed to bear the shadow.

No, I don't think you have to worry about that, do you?

'Cause I absolutely think I was very, very confused that day.

Oh, my God, the pig was turning into a dick.

I don't think you have a choice, do you?

Though I easily comforted your son like that, is the person of the day mourning his impudence, or remaining depressed?

Convinced that I had no choice but to grasp the king's face in passing for now and then I decided to go home today in preparation for tomorrow and the day after.

They're supposed to arrange for me to be able to stay at the castle, but I decided I shouldn't stay at the castle because of the disturbance earlier.

If I stay like this, it's gonna be tough!

That's why I just left the venue and joined the butlers, and I just went back to the carriage, and I just got home.

Good luck to all -!

One noble man was pressing his head against the wall in the corridor to the carriage station of the royal castle, underneath the stairs along the way, in front of the door to the basement, in the dark, where no one was likely to come close.

"Why, why, what the hell did I do wrong?

The man, who asks himself in a small, blurry, grumbling manner, appears to be haunted, in a hurry, in despair, even carrying everything.

"This must be some kind of mistake, yes, it is so decided"

The man kept whining in a place where only one, no one, would come.

At night, but therefore dark, and possibly integrated with darkness, servants and maids do not want to be too close.

The place, even dim while the sun was rising, was a dead end to the point where no one would have noticed, even when rushing home.

No one will ever realize there's a man in a place like that.

"I just thought it was dangerous."

The man, sweating and desperately telling himself, was the nobleman, Senior Count Nord Laudriers, who rambled and paranoid at the Duke today's night club and was expelled from the venue.

"I'm not bad, I'm not bad!

No wonder the man who disturbed himself so much that his head was taken as ridiculous, thought that no one was there, so he consoled himself aloud.

But there was an unexpected response to that word.

"Well, you're not bad."

The man looks back in momentum to such words as those spoken with a gentle voice that calms everyone down.

"Who!

His eyes ran bloody to the indignation of being seen in an unusual place and to the impatience and unwiped despair, and his bloody blue and white face even looked like a ghost.

"Sounds like you surprised me, sorry"

That said, the person who apologizes with a gentle expression and voice was someone who was unexpected for a man and who could not reach his hand or voice as much as he would not even normally see it.

"La, Marquis Rheinbach!? Why are you here?

Heavy town in this country, taking the position of prime minister, third highest ranking, no longer on the cloud for a man.

"No, you're the one who's been convicted like that."

With the mercy of reaching out to any man, the prince of saints and famous, Marquis of Lagus-deux-Leinbach.

A devout Renamilian believer, the Marquis therefore wore a dress like a coat of law with silver edging on white.

The man's offered heart slowly creeps into the reality that the gentle looking person whose heart seems at ease just looking at him looks at himself worried somewhere.

"Oh... oh... what a mercy for me and others!"

With reassurance and emotion, or with tears in his eyes, the man raised an exclamation.

What a wonderful person even a thin, dirty nobleman like himself would bother to get to a place like this worried.

The man has never had any feelings for the Marquis of Rheinbach until now.

But I also had feelings similar to worship for the Marquis, who hung kind words for me and others to heal my broken heart.

Such a marquis opens his mouth unexpectedly, clouding his words, but somewhere anxious.

"But I'm surprised, I can't believe the Duke of Verstein was being a wise man"

"Yes, water in your bedear is this."

If we agreed to snort loudly, for some reason the Marquis' expression was even more disturbingly distorted.

"... but is that fulfilling and true......"

"What do you mean?"

Marquis words told to whine.

When asked to question his sincerity without understanding the meaning, the Marquis still anxiously missed his gaze, smiling bitterly at its gentle face.

"... no, I just got a little nervous.

I was wondering if you did all that just to establish your status. "

The man is hacked by such words as the Marquis tells him.

"No way, I still think that wasn't the Duke himself...!?"

Because I wasn't wrong.

Ning Lo, didn't you realize the fact that no one would notice then?

Yes, that's why I was convicted that way!

Because it wasn't convenient for me to find out on that spot!

That's what the man thought.

I don't even realize the fact that that is a convenient escape route for me, is factually rootless, and is just a guess.

To such a man, the Marquis replied with some troubled look.

"I was definitely a duke in shape, but I can't tell if it's real or not.

But that light, that or so, I think magicians around there can do it. "

I can magically float the light, turn it off, and change my voice to tell everyone who was there.

A man unfamiliar with magic because of his former civilian was honestly convinced and believed in such words, which the Marquis had implicitly told him.

"... it means that that duke, the false sage,?

"No, I can't be sure.

But I became anxious about the possibility. "

To the man's confirming question, the Marquis grinned anxiously as he answered that.

"No, I know, I know."

The man who nods with a serious face, assuming that the idea is a fact on his own, which is only a guess, which is convenient for him, is only hilarious from the point of view of those who know the truth.

"... but if that's the truth, this country is going through a terrible crisis."

"What the hell is that?

As he swallowed the sawdust, and the man asked with a nervous look, the Marquis answered, with a troubled and anxious look.

"If that duke were a false sage and not a duke himself, would it be the seizure of the country first,..."

"Oh my...! (i) Isn't it important!

To a man in great distress, the Marquis returns his words in an uneasy manner.

"Well, I can't assure you..."

The look on the face of the Marquis remains the same.

But I don't break the attitude that I'm just talking about possibilities.

But the foolish man doesn't realize it at all and begins to take it seriously.

"Is there any way..."

"It's hard, there's no proof, and... unless you bring him in a dragon..."

Words that are said to be sarcastic, like talking to the public, with the same expression.

That could only be considered a breakthrough for a man.

"Is it a dragon?

"Yeah, I hear that if you're really a sage, even a dragon can be easily revealed."

"I see, if you're a false sage, you can't even handle it."

The foolish man is honestly convinced, that's the prime minister, and zeroes the sigh of admiration.

"... but this is also difficult"

"Why?

"The Duke's power is unknown, so we need to bring in as many long-lived and powerful enchanted dragons as possible"

That was preposterous as it appeared in legends, old stories, heroes Tan, etc., but the man doesn't realize it.

"Hmm, but what am I supposed to do with a dragon?"

"The easiest way is to rob an egg and put it in the Duke's territory, but it's not very realistic."

"Well, it's hard to find the Enchanted Dragon's nest first."

"It's all over the mountains that cover the country, like dragon nests."

Marquis laughing bitterly at that.

The man thought to the words.

If you have as much, why don't you have more quantity than quality? and.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's time.

There may be a few things I can do, but if you have any problems, I'll talk to you. "

"Oh, thank you...!"

"No, excuse me."

The man dropped off the Marquis leaving, feeling a growing sentiment of respect and worship to the Marquis, who hung up his kind words and even told me that he would get on with the consultation.

The man who returned to me rushed away from the scene just because he couldn't stay like this.

I don't notice a man leaving with a bum and footsteps in his way, even illegally.

There was another one at the place.

Beyond the door to the basement, one boy was squatting there.

"I heard a great conversation...!"

The boy whining so in a small voice exhales as he holds his little hand around the top of his heart to calm himself down.

Secret talks between ministers worried about the country to deal with pus.

It only sounded that way to him because of the impression of the Marquis, who was thorough and serene.

What floats behind his brain is a man with a humble smile, big on the side and vertically, like a well fattened livestock.

"I, Duke of Verstein..., as the first prince of the kingdom of Renamilia, will not let you do as you please...!"

He clenched his fist for a long time, determined to rise anew.

First Prince Ludwig Sheva Renamilia.

When it comes to why he was in a place like this despite his reputation as a brilliant man despite his age 12, it just so happens that this is the place where he hid to annoy the adults around him a little because of his age to heal his stomach that he can't attend the Founding Fathers' Party.

Smart, but I guess he was still a child.

As a result, I heard their conversation from the beginning.

By the way, when a ghost-like aristocratic man shows up, he gets genuinely scared, and as a result, he can't do it in a microscopic way, and he won't be noticed until now, but he doesn't really care, so let him go.

Such princes aside, the problem is the Marquis.

Moving in the opposite direction from that place to the carriage yard, the old man walking down the corridor leading to the road back to the venue whispered with a soft grin and an international small voice.

"Hmm, say you're a sage? What kind of hands did you use, that duke?"

The voice was the exact opposite of the expression, echoed by the sentiment of depression.

One girl shows herself there.

Is it 17 or 8 years old, going from girl to woman, the most gorgeous time of year.

Wearing a water-coloured princess line dress with long, loosely wavy hair of pink blonde wrapped around a single thick threesome and decorated to scatter pearls, she was beautiful enough to be well talked about by the public.

A gentle, serene look, ten for ten, a look that would admit to being beautiful, captivates the various.

Some praised the goddess, some praised the Virgin, saying so.

Among them, she is often called the "White Virgin”.

I don't know why it's “white," because when it comes to the Virgin in this world, we have a market with a dark-haired girl who has been summoned more than the other world, but let's leave that at this time.

An example of a gentle, beautiful, noble lady, not separated from anyone.

Such was her voice to the Marquis, smiling with Nico.

"Oh, are you naughty again? Grandpa."

As if it were the usual thing to say, farewell.

"Oh, Julietta, you're bad at what people say about mastery."

"It's what Grandpa does. Nothing but mastery, right?

"Hehe, that's tough"

Marquis Giulietta Reinbach, famous worldwide for her white Virgin, with the Prime Minister of the country, Marquis Rugs du Reinbach, in her grandfather.

She is a Marquis Lady because her parents had a history of being taken over by her "kind heart" grandfather when she was an infant due to an accident, but it is also unclear how far this is true.

She spins a bell-ringing, adorable voice with the gentle grin that the Virgin deserves, words that would fall if those who worship her heard her.

"So what are you going to do with those little things this time?

"Well, it helps, I guess."

The Marquis, who responds to it, also emitted spicy words with a gracious expression and voice worthy of calling him the Son of Saints.

To such a grandfather, the girl returns a surprised look.

"Well, Grandpa.

I don't know if I can use it, but did you?

If I didn't even ask what the conversation was about, I'd just seem to be quietly welcoming.

The Marquis laughs fluffily with a calm look that seems almost as if he is.

"What, it's just a little research."

If we don't know the power, we can't even put in place measures.

On the basis of such thoughts, the Marquis incited a great sin that would have plunged the country into havoc.

"Oh, is that the next Duke of Auguste Verstein?

"Those who are likely to get in the way will only crush them as soon as possible, won't they?

The Marquis' eyes, who say farewell to the girl asking to be sure, are not laughing at all.

But I guess it's the usual thing for a girl.

She leaned her neck, clinging, with the same adorable smile on her face, not looking at all concerned.

"Then why don't you give me that duke before you crush him completely?

Innocence, like a toddler who found a new toy, turns the face of the Marquis into something that seemed strange, whether it was unexpected what his grandson was going to look like.

"Yeah? Why?

"That cold beauty, I want to distort you so bitterly..., painful, painful, sad, every look, must be lovely..."

It was disturbing and vicious to hear from anywhere the words of a howling, exhaling girl dyeing her cheeks as if she were a maiden in love, telling her to be in love.

Against such a grandson, the Marquis shrugs his shoulders, looking like he cared nothing at all, for Christ's sake.

"Another bad habit for Julietta."

"Well, it's not good, there's not much freedom for noble women.

Right? Please, Grandpa. "

Lovingly tilting his neck, the man around it is, of course, so pathetic that even same-sex men are likely to be bonded.

Has my grandfather, the Marquis, been bonded without exception, or does it matter wholeheartedly what happens after that, as long as he disappears from the tabular stage, such as the presence of the Duke?

Either way is unknown, but the Marquis snorted with a laugh as troubled.

"You have no choice. It still seems to sweeten up for my grandchildren."

"Yay! That's my grandfather! Love it!

"Not at all, no choice, grandson."

The two laughing at each other like that were close families, no matter how anyone saw them.

"Oh, I can't wait now...! I wonder what kind of voice he's gonna whisper to me...!"

Even the content of the conversation, if you don't listen.

Somewhat unexpectedly, I fell into a disgusting sensation.

"Mm...?"

I don't know what that means, and I look around to make sure, but nothing in particular.

Oh, what now.

But I think I've felt the same disgust somewhere before.

I got out of the carriage and thought as I headed to the office for now.

Where the hell was that?

"Sir, what's wrong?

The butler, who noticed my change, called to confirm it, reminded me unexpectedly.

"No, I just felt like I was being directed at something unpleasant."

That was the same feeling I felt when I was hacked by a pervert.

Mr. Augusto's senses are far from the usual, so maybe he has sensed someone having perverse feelings toward Mr. Augusto.

I don't think I have to guess.

The specs are too high. I guess it's a harm.

Let's go through.

"Where are you from? I'll smash it."

"Oh, wait, neither do I."

No, let's go through.

"... trouble, throw it away."

I don't know why you bother trying to get involved with perverts, stop it, don't get any more perverts.

"Why? You should crush people who don't want to see their husbands."

"Yes, sir, Sama, you should kill all the guys in the area for now."

Yeah, wait a lot?

Why are you such a mass murderer? 'Cause we're gonna make a fuss, right?

"... the end is troublesome, I'll let you swim now"

"Uh, too bad."

"You have something in mind. Well, then, Sinza, let's be patient now."

"Yes."

No, no, no, no. Why is that such a shame, stop it, because I'm scared.

Akan, no, let's not think about it.

All right, let's go through.

I got to the office with that in mind.

When you open the door without realizing anything.

"Ah, I'm home"

"Welcome Back"

"That was surprisingly quick."

Those six people who were supposed to roam in the venue were thoughtfully generous.

Yeah, I guess I'll say a word.

Why not?