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

I think I'm crying too much just today, but emotions are hard to control.

Maybe this, but I guess everything I've been accumulating has dissipated today.

I don't think I can cry that much if I don't.

If you weren't a sage, you'd look terrible.

I have plans to meet with Mr. Augusto's mother's attending teacher from now on, so I'm really grateful that she didn't look bad.

Sage body is really convenient.

As a result, my mind became so light because I revealed it all to Mr. Sinza and Mr. Alfredo.

He was really stressed out for a long time.

I wasn't unconscious, but I didn't know exactly how much I was hoarding, so maybe I can't help it if I say I don't have a choice.

"...... Sorry to disturb you"

"No, I don't mind"

"Yeah, well, never mind."

Despite showing you all that crying, neither Mr. Sinza nor Mr. Alfredo seem to care at all.

I think I got you in trouble, but you even look a little happy about something, and what is this, what happened between the two of you?

No, yeah, well, I don't care, do I?

I'm sorry that I'm going to put more effort into you two than that.

At the end of the day, it seems that both I and I feel the same way for Mr. Sinza, so the problem will be the people who know the original Mr. Augusto before I go in.

That's fine if you don't have to keep me informed, but there's no way you're not going to explain it to that brother.

"One thing, I want to make sure"

Speaking up to ask Mr. Alfredo, he just looked at me as normal.

"What is it"

"About the Shelbourne brothers, do you think they should know about me?

I thought I'd say something because it stinks.

Considering the part about whether their brothers can be trusted, I think your brother probably has no problem.

I just have a little anxiety for your brother.

That guy, he's better than Mr. Alfredo, but because he loves Mr. Augusto.

"...... the tone is my husband, would you mind?

"Truth be told, I feel bad in my tone.

Apparently, this tone is staining your body, but if it's unpleasant, let's stop it. "

I'd like to talk to you about it properly, but when I opened my mouth to talk, my tone was restored because of the zoster discomfort that gave me goosebumps.

Female tone akan.

I can't physiologically get a nice Odysama to onee or something.

No, I'm not denying a nasty person, I can't aesthetically feel myself falling under it. I can't forgive. I can't.

I'll say it again because it's important.

As for me, I just can't forgive myself for being a lovely ogyssuma and nee.

If I wasn't you, I wouldn't deny that, and I'd even respect you the other way around because that's the way you live!

"No, to be honest, I am also very uncomfortable, rather thankful."

"Likewise..."

I was heartily convinced by the two laughing like trouble.

Right! You can't! It's hard to watch!

"So about those two brothers......"

"Right...... Ernest seemed to notice a change in his husband, so I was wondering if he had any problems explaining it"

"Well, if you're Paul,"

"Don't tell me if you don't, I'm sure you'll be stubborn"

"That's a hassle."

To the words I said by accident, Mr. Alfredo turned that soft smile into a bitter smile.

"That's all he likes about his husband."

"...... well"

Yeah, I'm sorry about something.

"Shall I call you?

"No, it would be time for my next appointment"

Mr. Augusto's specs are so awesome that he is able to grasp the feeling of time perfectly. Isn't that amazing?

"...... Sure, it's past lunch time..., you'll want to tell them early, but I have a meeting with Dr. Schreig today and..."

"That's for sure, 15: 00, was it?"

From the side where Mr. Alfredo is checking the time with the pocket watch he took out of his pocket, he also gives his mouth the scheduled time to confirm this.

Then Mr. Alfredo nodded honestly to me.

"Yes, lunch is scheduled to be taken with the Grand Mistress, so I was wondering if I could talk to my brothers for an hour and a half"

"Okay, I'll meet them first as soon as I finish my lunch with your mother"

"Yes, sir, I will arrange that."

In contrast to him, whom I humbly thank, Mr. Sinza, who is secretive, raises his hand so fucking gently.

"Yes! Well, I'll start by gathering information about my neighbors in this country, and I'll have to start by looking for a handout."

"I'm sorry, I asked for it"

"Husband, to win the credit from Sama, and don't worry about it!

I came thumbing up with an awesome Doya face, but she looked so angry that I wanted to shiver.

Besides, the words and actions are plain disgusting. This Osama.

But when I got stuck, I felt like I was losing, so I'm going to go through.

"Well, if you know anything, report it."

"Yes, yes, I've been entrusted! Okay, let's go."

Almost at the same time Mr. Sinza disappeared without sound, Mr. Alfredo opened his mouth.

"Then let's head to the dining room. Let me show you."

"Okay."

And we went through without dropping Mr. Sinza off, and as usual, we headed to the dining room with the guidance of Mr. Alfredo, the butler.

Mr. Augusto's mother had already taken her seat in the dining room where she arrived without a thing.

Were you waiting for me to come, without even having a hand in the meal, grinning?

I made an apology for being late for lunch, but she didn't seem to understand much.

After all, I would like to listen to the attending doctor.

She laughs innocently, thinking of me as Mr. Augusto's father, somehow, makes me sad to see.

Then, having finished my lunch with some plain damage to my heart, I was meeting with the Shelbourne brothers in Mr. Augusto's office.

out of my mouth, explained in my tone.

The discomfort sucked, but I did my best. Somebody praise me.

"I see, I thought it was weird because you're strangely strong."

After my brother Ernest laughed so loudly, he said it was like nothing.

"Hold on, I didn't think it was a girl! I'm fucking hilarious about the woman tone on the outside of the boy!!

"Brother, excuse me."

Bashbash, knee and slap, his brother Mr. Paul slaps Spann from behind as he even begins to burst into laughter.

And it's Mr. Paul in question, who, when he said, turned his slightly skeptical gaze to me, then opened his mouth within a little tour.

"In other words, does it make any mistake that the body of your deceased husband has entered the soul of another person who happens to have died elsewhere and has been made a wise man by God as it is?

I ask him to be sure. Nodding at it and showing affirmation, he seemed to understand, albeit with a complex, indescribably subtle look.

With a small voice that seemed to disappear, did it, he just groaned and looked down.

"I don't know what I can do about it. I don't care how I can do it now. If I can change it, I'll do it all the time."

"... but brother"

"Don't get me wrong, Paul. I still don't trust this lady."

In that regard, if we can trust them, it's not perfect, so I think it's mutual.

There was a lot of silence, and then Mr. Paul shrugged as he leaned down.

"Excuse me, I'm going to take my seat off."

That's all I said, he opened the door and left the room.

Batan, as the sound sounds, Mr. Alfredo tries to follow him, then Mr. Ernest raises his hand and stands still.

"Leave me alone, now you want to think alone.

He's not that hard-headed, he'll come back after he's convinced. "

I guess I understand his temperament because he's a brother.

Mr. Ernest, saying so, took out the flue that he seems to be using regularly.

Then I waited a while, but he didn't come home.

It's a very incomplete combustion, but the next scheduled time has come, so I have no choice but to dissolve it.

Wait for Dr. Schreig, Mr. Augusto's mother's attending teacher, while telling herself that she must be able to talk properly when this is over.

When it comes to doctors, I wonder what happened to that weak-minded guy Mr. Augusto hired.

I totally forgot why, but did I fire you?

I totally forgot because I was throwing a round at Mr. Alfredo.

I hope you live a decent life, but it's going to be hard to live in the future with a doctor who was helping your employer poison you.

If it's a bad thing, you want to help me, it's within my reach.

All right, we'll ask Mr. Alfredo later.

If you think that's hard, it seems that Mr. Alfredo, who was leaving at some point, called for the doctor's arrival with Knock, so I'll give him permission.

I thought while looking at Mr. Alfredo, who opened the office door, I wondered if it was Mr. Augusto's habit to go away consciously thinking about something.

"Sir, I've brought you Dr. Schreig."

"Good luck, you can back off"

"Yes, I did."

To Mr. Alfredo, whom I salute, I return my words to Eagle Deep.

Something about this great tone is very easy and easy, but I wonder why it's so easy, or something that I really don't care about.

I'm so sorry that my words don't come out at all because I'm an idiot personally.

I saw Dr. Shreig brought in by Mr. Alfred even though I was thinking about that, and I was a little surprised.

If I were to explain it in a nutshell, would it be a different type of beauty than the woman I've ever seen?

Dripping eyes, bong cubbly, correctly colored sister.

Something like pheromone seems mummy out, like Marilyn Monroe made her hair longer and ponytail, such a beauty.

The porcupine tone on your mouth sucks.

That pervert, the shadow of the royal family, was more suspicious than the pheromones in one way or another, and there was something else nasty about him than the hues, but this man is simply a hue-specific beauty.

I thought you were wearing a white coat or something because you're a doctor, and it's such a remarkable piece of equipment, and I don't know what kind of clothes I have in my eye, but I wonder if I can explain this.

I have an umbilical and lower milk even though it is a high neck with a colour.

Something about long sleeves but that much exposure makes me wonder if I've slashed my high neck shirt in a weird position.

If there's a question, why aren't you milking? I wonder.

Note that below are black hot pants and knee-high braided boots of the same color as netted tights for some reason.

My thighs are munchy, and if a man sees it, he'll be excited and probably not at the examination.

I think there was a call for this. What is it?

Oh, why...... prerequisites, no, this is definitely not.

Oh, I think it definitely came with you, huh?

What is it, absolutely, absolutely...... I can only come out absolutely impossible. Damn.

I don't know.

"Ho, that's unusual, I didn't know you'd be excited to see the elementary school kids."

What an incredible way to talk for your colourful mummy appearance, I clapped it out a bit.

The voice itself is a husky voice of color, so if you say it fits, it fits, why is it such an old-fashioned and neutral way of speaking?

I think so, but I can't put that in my mouth, so I decided to return the unusual words.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm glad you understand that I already have someone in mind."

"I know, a dead wife with dead wood disease, right?

"...... you know"

To an unexpected response, I want someone to praise me for being upset and not having my voice flipped.

I seriously sucked because my throat is cramped right now.

No, I was wondering how you knew, but this could be Mr. Augusto's rumor.

Is it pretty spread even if it doesn't?

I don't know.

"I guess so, because the elementary school students were seeing him"

"Hmm?"

Something more unexpected, huh? With Doyuko?

"You don't remember? No, he's a terrible man, he's such a fiercely argued friend."

With a handkerchief who doesn't know where he took it out, looking for memories as he looks at her in the front wiping tears he hasn't even answered, but he was the one who applied it.

"Julia's attending was a grey-haired man, though?

I do have memories of an intense exchange of arguments, but I don't see any similarities in appearance or tone at all to the point where I can assure you that I am certainly not the beautiful woman in front of me.

But the beauty in front of her doesn't look like she cared at all, she sneers.

"That's elementary school."

"............ what's going on?

I don't get it, do I?

The brain, which calmly begins to analyze, leaves its mind unattended to explore various possibilities.

Going pale. Looking at it in the corner of his head, staring at the beautiful woman in front of him, the person of the moment dropped a further bomb statement.

To tell you the truth, he was a governess too, wasn't he?

No, wait. What's really going on?

What is it? What are you trying to say?

"... there were more than one tutor"

From courtesy to swordsmanship to magic, I can only remember a fragmented person watching me?

Besides, nobody's a turnip, right?

"No? I'm all alone."

"............... Hmm"

It's getting harder and harder to hang out.

I mean, you're crazy. Can we go through with this? Isn't that nice?

"The elementary school student was acquainted with the previous Duke, who lived in as a tutor and watched all of Sir's education, don't you remember? How about this?

The figure of a beautiful woman who laughed and told her so crooked.

As far as I can tell from Mr. Augusto's too awesome specs, I can explain.

It was neither hallucinating nor magical, but physically (...) distorted.

Something of an amorphous, varied colour human form turns into, one after the other, a familiar person to Mr. Augusto.

The grey-haired doctor who was seeing Mr. Julia, the wounded man on the cheek of the swordsmanship guide, the courtesy lady, and the magical old master.

Something about the person shape that ended up changing all the way back to the way that beautiful woman looked.

I see. Right.

"Aren't you surprised?

"I'm surprised, but I got it."

I have no idea how it works, and I rather don't know why, but I know who it is.

These are the only people in the world who can do this.

"Doctor, you are a wise man."

"Yes! I've been looking forward to seeing you since Sir became a wise man!

Ha ha! and laughing with momentum, the person, not even sure if it was her or him, spread his hands.

"You've finally met me, my apprentice and new companion, Augusto Verstein!

The elementary school student is Shreig, the attending physician of Sir's mother, Julia, the beloved wife of Sir, tutor and many others, named Avis! Thank you!

............ Yeah, I guess one is good.

It's thick......