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

When I uttered a name I was used to in my life, it was supposed to be my name, but it was only strangely uncomfortable and I almost cried.

But I'm me, so I don't end up changing anything, like telling myself so many times.

This body has become a sage, so I'm sure it can change its appearance.

But now I'm gonna do it because I thought it would unnecessarily break Mr. Alfredo's heart, so I stopped.

I'm sure he's gone into Mr. Augusto's body, because I would love to hear my own words.

In the meantime, Mr. Alfredo looked at this side in such a way that he was confused by the unfamiliar sound of it.

"Takada Yoko,... are you there?"

"... the last name is Takada and the name is Yoko"

Briefly, he nods as convinced.

I guess it's not that I don't know because the world I was born and raised in is different.

Somehow, but I felt that way.

"So... Takada, may I ask who the hell you are?

"... I'll be 24 next year, a woman who wanted to be an actress, a woman who couldn't be"

In explaining it, I find this tone unfit and irritating to the low voice coming out of my throat.

But still, because I have to tell you, I have to talk to you, as I am, because I have to be patient.

I put a lot of effort into my throat that was going to pull me, and I looked at him right in front of me.

Mr. Alfredo opens his mouth to make sure.

"... wait, are you a woman?

"Yes."

Endlessly affirmed, folded before Mr. Alfredo said anything.

"That's why I've never been able to say"

With that word, Mr. Alfredo's expression changes.

That must have been stunning, then guilt and anger, something of that kind.

And he gazed at me, gazing open as if haphazardly.

In the stress of being pushed up around my stomach all the time, I breathe to speak the truth.

"Ever since I woke up, I have lived as Mr. Augusto, based on Mr. Augusto's memory"

That was something no one could or should have said.

But I have to tell this guy right, so I'm ready to throw everything away, and I said so.

Staring at Mr. Alfredo, he puts his hand on his forehead and looks up at the ceiling.

"Oh, my God, it's a thing"

I was pounded and squealed. That seemed like a very painful thing to hang away from normal.

Mourning, it seems kind of complicated. That's not who I am. I don't know the truth.

But only two of the above were felt in his voice.

Maybe this is an illusion, but I kind of felt like my throat was dry, so I took Mr. Alfredo's prepared cup of tea again and included it in my mouth.

Note that this tea.

When did you put it back on the saucer, it seems, could be just when you stroked Mr. Alfredo's head.

Besides, the fact that Mr. Alfredo's head was stroked and held in his left hand on the saucer all the time is in the corner of his memory, which opens up to the awesomeness of the specs.

It's strange because for some reason I can afford to think about it.

Breathing through my nose, a good smell of tea went through my nasal cavity.

...... Yeah, okay, I'm fine. It's always me.

We can't just stand here forever, so we need to discuss this properly.

I saw Mr. Alfredo as I excited myself and then placed the cup on the saucer I had.

After a brief silence, he lowers the hand that was on his forehead, then looks at this one to be sure, and quietly opens his mouth.

"...... So, my husband is"

with a slightly plundered voice. That was somewhere definitive, so I'm sure it's a question of understanding everything.

But still, he needs my word.

Without losing sight of Mr. Alfredo, I said:

"... Mr. Augusto hated the world, wanted to go to Mr. Julia, threw everything out, and died of poison"

No acting, my words.

I only feel uncomfortable with the tone, but I thought that was all I had, so I don't hesitate to just tell the facts.

"I was killed by God's mistake, but I wanted to live.

So here I am. "

That is not a lie, my truth.

Whoever it is, it's all for me, but even if it's just self-satisfaction, it's still something I have to say, so I'll just tell you the truth.

Second, Mr. Alfredo groaned sadly.

"...... Sir, you're not here anymore"

Mr. Alfredo, who for some reason is smiling slightly while distorting his face in a spicy way, is going to be painful and hard this way.

"It's okay. I'm sure he'll be laughing with Julia by now."

It's an unfounded word, but I feel like it, so I'm sure it is.

Mr. Augusto's specs on this body are amazing, so I'm sure there's no mistake in this.

"............ Yes, sir, your wife was more important than us, and I can't help it"

I'm sorry, Mr. Alfredo leans down.

Then I heard him crying again.

"Still, why didn't you talk to me about anything, sir...!"

It must have been his, heartfelt mourning.

Wouldn't it have been any different if I had done that then, if I had done this, my destiny might have changed, but that kind of regret, now I can't help it.

I feel the same way, so I know very, very well.

"...... thats what mr. Augusto was a weak person and thats why i couldnt say"

"... did I not value my credit?"

"That's not true"

To the words of Mr. Alfredo, who groaned, I assured him that I would look to him.

"For Mr. Augusto, Julia was the world, the sun, but you were the support of your heart"

You don't have to explore your memory, absolute trust in Mr. Alfredo.

That is proof that Mr. Augusto has always taken care of Mr. Alfredo.

"Mr. Augusto is scared, so he was afraid to be known and hated.

So I don't like it when they hate me one day, and that's about it. "

One breath, or one beat, and I open my mouth again.

"I tried to break everything from myself"

That's why he threw everything away.

If one day you're going to slip through your own hands and break them all, then just, you know, put everything in your own hands.

I understand the emotion for some reason.

I'm sure you've got emotions on your body.

It must have been painful, sad, and terribly hard.

It's silly, I know, but it's just as sad.

"Oh no...! Oh, sir...!"

Mr. Alfredo moans as he covers his face with both hands.

I must be crying because my shoulders are shaking small.

Breathing doesn't seem to be a mistake, either, because it's from the crying people I've learned in acting.

So I gently stroke Mr. Alfredo's back.

When I was a little girl, slow as you did to your mother.

I don't know how long you've been doing that, but, uh, Mr. Alfredo looked up.

"...... why did you want to live as a husband"

"There's no deep reason for me to know."

I wanted to live.

I know.

There is no other reason.

Rather, I didn't even think I needed a reason.

"I have entered Mr. Augusto's body.

That is an indisputable fact, something that cannot be changed or helped.

The same people born in the world can't predict what happens in their lives. "

Therefore I, as I am, had to live.

I have no regrets of dying, but I have no regrets of living as Mr. Augusto right now.

"Really?"

Mr. Alfredo's voice, whined, was a little plundered, and yet, for some reason, he glared and narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

I just want you to be assured that my purpose is to clear Mr. Auguste's mind.

"Mindless, is it?

When I tell him to follow, Mr. Alfredo looks strange and returns a disgusting question.

So I decided that I should also share it with him, which I have come to know today.

"Dead wood disease, which caused Mr. Julia to die, was a terrorist attack by agents from a neighbouring country"

"...... stay,?

It's about mass indiscriminate mass murder.

"hey......!?"

After opening his eyes and being surprised, Mr. Alfredo gives a serious look and corrects his residence.

I took the cup of tea again with its appearance in my sight, contained it in my mouth and dampened it through my mouth, before I opened my mouth again.

"Julia was just caught up in what her wartime neighbor did to cut the power of this country."

"Can you tell me what that means?"

"Okay."

Scratch it and explain how it happened.

How did that disease infect and spread with a curse?

What is the purpose of the neighbouring country and what is happening with its curse now?

Alfredo's face was amazing when he finished explaining the whole story, while preserving that it was trustworthy because it was the information of the Spirit King of Water.

I've never seen it before, so full of anger. It seemed terribly painful, and then, sad.

"I'm kidding...! How many sacrifices have you made with that disease...!!"

The anger and sorrow I felt and the impotence I could not help seemed to come from my expression, just like me or more.

Even though I wear gloves, I smell slightly like iron rust from my fist clenched to the point where I can hear the sound of a gibberish.

Is it possible that you are also injured?

The next moment I thought so, Mr. Alfredo looked up at the ceiling.

"Cinza! You're here!

"Yes, yes, let me talk to you."

I wondered if he was scared to look at Mr. Hidden, calling Mr. Sinza, and Mr. Sinza, who was called without any feelings, came down from the ceiling.

.........

I was surprised and almost leaked my voice a little, but when I look back, I do now realize that Mr. Sinza's signs were much closer.

Sure, it hasn't been that far before, but I've been here forever, and I waited until someone called me without even putting a scratch in it. What do you mean?

It doesn't seem like an atmosphere where you can even mention it.

"Upper management of the neighboring country, whatever you can, please investigate"

"You don't have to order me to do this, do you, husband?

"I'm not your husband, okay?

An invisible eye of grey silver emotion sees me.

His eyes narrowed softly before he got scared or anything else emotional.

"Well, since we met, my husband Sama is my husband Sama, so I guess it's honest that there's nothing in particular about being told that the contents are different."

It falls to my heart when I am told that it is light and sarcastic like nothing.

"I was usually surprised that the contents were girls, but that's all, and you don't have to worry about me so much."

He laughs, in a blatant or light-hearted manner that seems to clap him out.

"We're going to have a long relationship anyway, and it was good the other way around because we got to know each other early, right? Hey Deacon Sun."

"...... yeah, right"

I look at Mr. Alfredo so that he can be fished by Mr. Sinza, who turns his gaze to Mr. Alfredo so that he asks for his consent.

Then he was looking at me with a gentle face.

"You are not my husband.

But that doesn't make it a good reason to deny you.

I'm really, really sorry. "

"...... I will continue to play Mr. Augusto, okay?

"If that's what you want, I won't stop.

But if it's possible, I don't mind if you tell me a little bit about you. "

If that's all right with you guys, I don't mind, I tried to say that, but it wasn't going to be a word.

Vision seeps in, something tells my cheeks.

I mean, I know it's a dozen or nine tears, but I can't afford to think about it and I can't stop crying.

There were signs that the two of them were in a hurry, but they weren't there anymore, and for the first time in a long time, I could cry in front of someone.