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

The daughter was retarded.

Bright, emotionally expressive, friendly to everyone, irresistible personality.

If you describe it only in terms of good ear impairment, that would fit perfectly.

But it was a pathetic daughter, generally, and, if I may explain it to you in part, depressing, or, they say, wussy, with no handle whatsoever.

The family structure is the most common in modern Japan, nowadays, a collapsed family that once saw hell.

Divorced from her violent husband and as a result only one parent to her mother, three brothers: brother, daughter and sister.

The older brother worked early to help his family, and his mother worked late at night and in the morning.

My sister was young and she looked so cute to her daughter.

If I hadn't protected my sister, I would have breathed, but my sister neglected such a sister.

The subtle age difference of four also hung an applause with each passing year.

It was my grandparents who raised those three children.

The mother worked desperately to provide for the three of them, so let's just say she had no choice.

to a harsh grandfather and a tender grandmother, a daughter who should have been raised relatively normally,

Common sense, the perception of proper distance between people, and the ability to read the air, which should be essential in modern Japan, were all devastating.

My grandparents were disappointed that their daughter, who may have been hungry for childhood love, had grown up like that unlike her sister and older brother, but was nevertheless raised relatively harshly to be legitimate.

But the environment is what raises children.

I guess the families around them were similar to their daughters.

Self-centered, chunks of ego.

I care about myself and others only see me like garbage.

It was such a gathering of people.

The appearance of her daughter when she started attending school was difficult to see for some years, to the extent that it was not ugly, that is, quite good, but she could not be a friend to her daughter who could not grasp the proper distance.

Like young faces, the attitude and predisposition of daughters like junior year in elementary school were very floating among the boys and girls in adolescence.

I couldn't get familiar with the women's group at all, but when I started to interact with the men, I was told by the women that I was selling festivities this time.

Such a daughter would certainly have been pathetic.

But the attempt to use that pity to create a relationship was clearly a reprehensible act.

Look down on the people around you, use them, justify yourself.

Speaking of people nowadays, I guess so.

I didn't grow up badly enough to fall that far.

My daughter didn't do anything when she said if she wanted to be in the wheel, she had to make a lot of effort if she wanted to be liked.

Still, my daughter wanted someone to like her a little bit.

I got boned by a guy introduced to me by a classmate who thinks I'm a friend, got my hands on a cigarette as recommended by a guy I can't even say my girlfriend, and even drank.

As a result, he lived a rough life as many times as he was coached by the police and assigned a probation officer because he was a minor.

At the end of the sentence, the daughter scattered herself even the purity to be protected, and as a result, lived her life in its belly.

But his little life was hung by the life and balance of the daughter of immature flesh, who was not raised, but wished to give birth, and vanished.

I guess he meant to make an effort.

I just didn't realize that I had done almost anything.

My daughter was retarded and therefore arrogant.

Such a daughter's world becomes made up of family alone.

He dropped out of high school in six months after becoming a target for figs in isolation.

Still, I started working part-time for my family, but none of them were fired within three weeks.

My daughter didn't like salutations.

I hated seniority, too.

More importantly, I didn't know anything.

There's no way you can look great because you're older than yourself.

That was my daughter's idea.

Disgusted by the women who worked with her, the manager of the store told her not to come again without understanding the reason.

It would be natural.

Society is not a sweet world.

brown hair, lousy makeup, to a daughter over twenty years younger than herself, with a nagging attitude as if she had licked off her life,

"I don't like salutations, so let's talk with a tame mouth!

"We work together because of this, so let's get along! Can I nickname you?

"It's a hippo, don't you want to sneak around?

Even though I met him almost for the first time, would there exist an average person who would not be frustrated?

But what the hell would you think if a part-time employee who worked long hours came in and said that?

Even if it is not frustrating, it would be helpless to be judged that it is not an attitude that begs for teaching.

My daughter herself was just trying to get along.

But in society, I didn't know that was synonymous with being insulting to them.

Even if they were newcomers to each other, it would apply the same way.

It's not bad to get along.

But classmates and colleagues have completely different relationships.

You might say that it's synonymous in the sense that you learn in the same place, but if you learn in different proportions in the workplace and in the classroom in the first place, then the things you're targeting are different.

It would be normal to get along while you work.

However, I couldn't understand how I could not do it in about two days a day.

I didn't even understand the position.

School is a place to learn, but society is a place to live.

There was no way that even my daughter, who was floating in school, could create a smooth relationship, even in society.

What I don't know is not a sin, but what my daughter is doing was only a sin.

It was not a special victory that I was being put to work, but a self-centered unconsciousness that I worked all the way to such a great store.

My daughter's world was all about her daughter.

─ ─ ─ It's natural to teach newcomers, why is it such a disgusting attitude from above?

I don't know what that means.

Minna, why are you turning me into a tequila?

Because I'm weird? Because it's not futu?

I mean, it's all my fault, right?

Then that's enough.

But what's Hutu? Why does it have to be futsu?

Imi don't know.

No, it's a riff.

'Cause I am, am I?

You don't admit it. This world is weird.

Hideyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! ─ ─ ─ ─

My daughter was retarded, self-centered, humble, and, you know, a child.

I can't help but hate myself because I'm like this, saying that I care more about myself than anyone else, and I only think about myself.

My family matters, I say with the same mouth that I want to die as soon as possible.

I wish my family thought of me and cried.

You can grieve when I'm gone.

At a time when I unconsciously have such a self-centered idea, I don't even realize that I don't care about my family.

My daughter couldn't even think about someone, she could only look at someone like herself or down there.

- What, you got that skank, Karesi?

Besides, I use color on Kalesi, and that kind of woman is hard on me.

Absolutely choosy, creepy.

Wow, why are you directing this baba from above with your gaze, dull?

That's why a man can get away with it.

To such an extent as to what you think of others and even your colleagues.

But I don't realize that everything that I think is embedded in me.

I hate myself like that, but I don't try.

Because I'm retarded, it doesn't mean I studied, so I won't.

'Cause I have no idea, and nobody tells me.

So I can't help it.

I'm not bad.

That's how I was justifying myself.

I can't love anyone, I can't love myself.

I don't do anything.

He was such a very retarded daughter.

Such a stupid daughter was summoned as the Virgin would certainly have been a turning point for that country and for her daughter.

A white room with a white altar.

Its daughter sits in the middle of a magical formation that has lost its colour and a man in a joyful priesthood.

The man laughed with a small trembling as if he had been impressed.

"Oh! Success!

In the figure of his daughter sitting in the middle of the magic formation, the man must have realized that the magic he had enforced had been activated properly.

Summon the Magic Formation.

It was once laid by a rare magician and was created to summon brave men or virgins from different worlds thanks to sophisticated magic techniques that now only men can install as many sages as they can.

"Here, where?

Ignoring the words of such a daughter who is groaned, the man in priesthood kneels before his daughter with a tranced look.

"Beautiful Virgin, please, tell us your name"

Without understanding the explanation, my daughter's feelings still rose.

No one has ever told me how beautiful it is before.

Sometimes I was a child's face for my age of 18, and at best I've been told it's cute.

"Shh, me?

"Yeah, you're right, Reiki."

While I'm confused by the complimenting man, I don't feel bad if he praises me that much.

The reason why it was so praised lay in the summoned magic formation of my daughter.

It's like a favor to the summoned and a slave to be framed.

What was given to my daughter was the power of enchantment to captivate any person, and the illusion of looking like an extinct, beautiful daughter so that she could look like she deserved it.

It is a servant of the soul that it will not be able to oppose the summoned kingdom.

Stupid daughters don't realize that they've been shackled.

All I know is the man who summoned him, but there's no way a man would say that.

The man at the time just performed the procedure and activated the "magic team that selects and summons only foolish and easy to handle people”.

The superiors and men of the country understand that such a person is set to be summoned because it was written in ancient documents.

Such a man who was supposed to use his daughter, on the contrary, was fascinated by her daughter because, ironically, she had far exceeded her daughter's total magic power because of the tendency to have more magic power than men, which was peculiar to people from different worlds.

If he had been a rare magician who made the magic formation, that would not have happened.

Magic power is proportional to resistance.

As a result, the man who lost the total amount of magic got totally fascinated.

This is the kind of country that summons people from all over the world just to use them for their own benefit, so you said you deserved it.

"Yeah, what's that?

My daughter looks at the man in a less than full manner as she flushes her slightly distorted long hair curled in an unfamiliar cote into her ear this morning.

"Hmm, what's your name?

"Yes, please, let me know"

I didn't even realize that I was stuck with passionate eyes, and one of my daughters laughed hauntingly.

The brunette, whose hair tip was damaged, was dyed yesterday, even though she said it smelled annoying for a part-time interview, and she was glowing like a raven's wet feather.

"I mean, true love.

Write true love, well. "

Forgetting to apply the lip cream, the man in front of him, who heard the words spinning by the lips of the scissors, gave a tranced look, whew, exhaled.

"Dear Maria..., what a wonderful, loving name......!

Come on, come on, let's get rid of those dirty clothes and call them back. "

"Get dressed?, oh, hey, wait, where are we?

"This is Saint Ferdinand France, founded by Saint Ferdinand, the world's most honorable, guided by God and a nation.

You are the chosen Virgin of God. "

Daughter tilting her neck, unable to understand the early description of the arrow.

"I don't know, do I?

"You're confused by the sudden, you have no choice.

But let's have a hot tub first, dude! Somebody show the Virgin!

"What, wait, wait!

"Come on, Virgin, I'll show you around, come here."

And her daughter was cleansed of her body like a princess in a bathtub littered with rose petals and dressed in a beautiful silk dress that she had never even thought about before.

My daughter laughed like she wanted to dance out without even being frightened by the extravaganza that didn't match her face.

The days since have been dreamy, sweet and happy for my daughter.

Beautiful face powerful people who work around themselves and women who worship their daughters without even turning their jealousy to them.

Butterflies, flowers, loved, praised for doing anything, forgiven for doing anything.

This is where I really am!

I didn't need much time for my stupid daughter to assume that.

And my daughter stopped looking in the mirror.

I couldn't even accept myself going ugly with the moon, but more so.

I didn't want to remember who I was.

I exercised the incredible power of magic every time I was asked, not knowing how to use it or anything.

As a result, the country that sheltered my daughter became richer.

Lots of men craved their daughters.

As a beautiful Virgin, she attracted all people.

That's when the demonic youth and daughter who visited the country in a deal meet.

He was a beautiful young man with burning red eyes that I had never seen before.

The young man groaned with a disgusted look at his daughter, who immediately assumed that she would be given a word of praise.

Creepy woman, and.

It was an instant thing, and the only thing my daughter could hear was if she had fixed it immediately.

But my daughter was finally beaten to reality there.

I looked in the mirror for a few years.

There she was, a young woman or no beautiful woman, a terrible woman.

At some point, I wasn't old enough to call myself a daughter anymore.

I was taking care of it.

The skin is beautiful because of it, but the flesh that was delayed in sharing was relaxed, wrinkled and his face was distorted.

The brunettes praised by the men had mixed gray hair at some point.

I couldn't beat the past month.

The woman, who was a foolish daughter, went half frenzied and shouted.

"This is not happening! I want to go home!

Those around them embarrassed the woman with a troubled face.

I didn't know why I wanted to go home now.

"What about Mom!? Where's your mom?!? Brother! Shiori! They must be worried about me!

The men around them, who were troubled by the woman who cried and aroused them, caught the demonic youth who seemed to have caused it and banished them from the country.

However, the woman could not accept reality and became caged in the room.

The woman just moaned, not acknowledging her appearance, not the status quo, not everything.

This is 253 in the French calendar and 312 in the calendar of the Kingdom of Renamilia.

From the current timeline, it was about 400 years ago.

In modern Japan, the foolish daughter stepped down on a timeline that allowed her to go around the Warring States era.

While samurai the beautiful men and emit so much charm that they may tilt the country.

God has not intervened in this event.

Because the Virgin was essential to St. Ferdinand's France.

A Virgin is a being that pairs with a brave man.

They are summoned only to guide and help people, and in some countries they are treated like convenient disposable pawns.

So what happened to this woman?

Happy or unhappy to have scattered charm, it was taken care of.

As a result, the woman grew, became arrogant and jealous of everything.

The woman, who had no way to go home and could not accept reality, one day let the young and beautiful samurai and her fiancée's appearance enlist a terrible jealousy.

─ ─ ─ sloppy, I'm alone, but why are you so sloppy, sloppy, sloppy, sloppy, sloppy with your family! ─ ─ ─ ─

The emotion went straight to the samurai.

If you noticed, the woman ate the samurai (...) and was there.

It was encroachment by magic, unlike physical predation.

Soul, flesh, magic, memory, everything, were all eroded by women and fed by women.

The soul of the samurai mingled with the soul of the woman and vanished into the overpowering self of the woman.

That was a force that could also be called contraindication.

The woman looked in the mirror.

The gray hair was gone, the flesh tightened, and even her face had changed close to that of a samurai.

The woman, who became so young and beautiful, laughed.

─ ─ What, you should have gotten it from someone who had it from the beginning. ─

That day, one maid disappeared without anyone knowing.

However, the upper echelons of France acquiesced because of the country's prosperity.

Because it was only certain that the Virgin was enriching the country.

As the months go by, it becomes an implicit understanding.

─ ─ Beautiful girl chosen as Virgin, sacrificed by Virgin Mary.

Loved memories, happy memories, lovers, youth and beauty. The woman who took everything from the girls lives as a beautiful Virgin beloved from the people.

Four hundred years later, it still is.