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

"What...! There's plenty to talk about!

"I'm so kidding!

That's right, what do you mean, no, I figured the word "proof" would work better.

The priest was silent and echoed so much that the booming of the men and boys around him seemed to stick around.

Honestly, it's loud and depressing, so seriously, I want you to shut up.

"Hmm, you don't have any idea?

"There's no way there's such a thing! Right, Father?

A boy returning an immediate objection to my inquiry waits for words as he desperately sends his gaze to the priest.

But the priest of the day pierced his silence with a hard look.

"Father...?

Some anxious boy's voice must have tapped the priest's eardrum.

With a hazy, hasty look on his face for only a moment, the priest began to utter words to fix it.

"Oh, yeah, you can't do that."

The overall suspicion should be nothing but suspicion because they are slightly distorted, but they don't even realize that.

Happily, and proudly convinced, his face was directed at the priest.

... What shall I do, my inhabitants, too retarded...!?

It was me who could afford to think about something that didn't matter.

Because I'm out of standard, like a sage, I'm only willing to handle the whole thing.

I don't know, I don't know.

I am very optimistic.

This all-purpose feeling, a little, is pretty dangerous.

I was therefore trying to be as critical as possible.

I'm going to think about the worst, predict, and deal with whatever happens, with great care.

I am often interrupted by a sense of omnipotence and too optimistic an idea, but I have managed to avoid the worst, so that would be the point.

Anyway, that's why I had this unexplained thought that there might be some kind of intervention.

This is such an incredible idea that you wouldn't even think about it if it were normal.

Maybe this too, because it's out of standard, like a sage, so what?

I don't know why, but for some strange reason, I decided to cut it off as something like that already.

I care, but don't worry about it.

And that, the feeling of this body of non-standard specs, is saying.

The number of people who rolled here and the number of signs I'm feeling right now don't fit.

I guess the sign is that if I come under this floor that I'm standing on, it's somewhat beneath this building.

I turned my gaze to the floor properly, and then I looked at the priest again, and I saw him clearly in a hurry.

"So if we check the basement of this church, there's no problem?

"Why, I don't know what that means, that's tyranny!

What do you mean because this is tyranny?

This one's a lord, and that's how forgiving it is. Are you stupid? Really?

"Oh, if there's nothing behind it, you won't have to worry about anything, what are you in a hurry?

"I'm just not a person who can stay calm and be searched for a belly that doesn't even hurt!

That doesn't bother you, I want to force you to break through.

... but I guess not either. This. No, seriously, it's annoying...

"Well, that's troubling.

As it were, the priest would be worthy of his innocence. "

If you don't cooperate like this, it's troublesome - I'll tell him in the dark, but the priest is completely silent.

What I heard instead was a huge booming of guys getting along with the floor. Seriously, let it go, so I won't hear it.

"Hmm."

There's nothing I can do when this happens.

He's totally losing me with the attitude that I'm not even willing to listen to this one. You're angry. Yeah.

Therefore, I also decided to apply a light pressure to the priest.

Maybe there's something else I can do, but I felt somewhat bad, so I think maybe this is the right thing to do.

It's as much pressure as the men rolling around it, but it seems he had a little resistance because he's a man who serves God.

The priest glanced at this one with a rather spicy face as he knelt.

"Oh, for this to yield...!

"Father!

As my sad voice sounded, I squeaked that no matter how hard I tried, I looked worse.

Even though I had no choice, this method was still the best because I was also curious about how bad reviews and stuff spread.

He only sees me as a villain anyway, and he doesn't seem to have the ear to listen to anything, so I guess I'll do everything I can to make him a villain. I'm angry.

Even if I didn't act, the villain face is standard equipment, so I just don't feel like doing anything is going to change.

If that were the case, I would have invested in my abs.

It's like putting a core through your spine without moving a step.

This is such an array, such as prepping for vocalization and a preliminary motion to finally get in the mood.

Breathe softly through your nose, and your voice does not come out of your mouth, but out with the bottom of your belly, or with the consciousness of passing through your body.

That makes a powerful voice for some reason. I don't really know why.

"In the basement, what the hell are you hiding?

Quiet, then I'm sure, and I say so.

Rather than inquiring, he put a sound closer to certainty on his voice and looked down at the priest.

On the face, add the expression of a luxurious atmosphere of contempt and irritation to the cold three-point set of chill, calm, chill.

Then, how powerful his face became, the priest's complexion turned bright blue and began to tremble slightly.

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They are scratched... not in such a condition that they can get out. That and this, all, is the result of the high nobles who abused people!

"Father......, even that......!

The trembling but sincerely glanced up priest seemed to say wholeheartedly to such an extent that from the edge he did look a little saintly.

They were intimidated and frightened by the nobles, and then their eyes looking straight at me were cloudy with greed, but they could only impress them for believing in the priest.

I heard glittering, respectful eyes and tearful voices from all over.

Well, I just think it's a sign.

But protection, huh?

I guess I'm just collecting kids and boys and girls of my choice because I'm talking about this priest anyway, and I'm saying express it in a good way. You're really rotten. Sexual roots.

"I see, I see.

Slave trafficking is rampant in this country where slavery has been banned. "

There is a background to the fact that this law, which seems famous as the coolest policy enforced by the King quite a while ago, could have been done by crushing the antipathy from the nobility of the bad system.

But because it's a long time ago law, there's a good chance it's shape-shifting now.

I guess one of them is this priest who uses it to do all sorts of things, and the guy who's too good on the outside is a pain in the ass because of this.

He held back the urge to sigh and retrieved the paperwork he had prepared in advance.

This is something I brought to confirm the facts because it seems useful somehow.

Something's gonna help, so I'm gonna get it out now!

"Here's a petition from the people of this city asking you to look for the missing, but does this missing person also mean the victim who has been enslaved by a noble nobleman?

After spreading the paperwork deliberately in a rough motion, he hung it in front of his eyes to show it to the priest.

If you are a smart person, you are desperate to read the contents of this document here.

But the priest, after a ridiculous mockery on his face, spoke with a serious voice.

"Yes, are you going to punish us? This one just moved for justice, no matter what happens, our faith is unshakeable!

Yes, yes, I'm out. Justice and faith.

You don't have anything in there, do you?

In summary, I did it because I thought so! That's no different than an excuse for elementary school students.

"... is there any misunderstanding?

Cold three-point set luxurious again, and I acted thinking about something like an asshole in my brain, but well, no.

Without any such thought, he inquired with a cold mockery on his face.

"All I'm saying is the fact that there's a charge hanging on the priest's temple.

If you are truly innocent, you should have no problem looking into anything, but the priest is uncooperative. "

Thoughts, as usual, felt a little confusion in my mind, but this is also the usual thing.

I wonder if a hostile, suspicious, despised human being can be flattened to the heart.

I feel awesome the other way around because I'm just confused.

"... then the priest is hiding something, which means he's trying to hide his sins."

"Father, you can't have that! What a hard thing to say......!

No, I didn't ask you guys.

You said you only told me the facts. Listen to me.

"Then I ask, if you have so much faith, why haven't you sent me one of your petitions before?

"There's no reason you didn't send it, is there? You must be the one who gripped it!

"So can you submit the original together?

"What's the point in that? There's no original."

I want this fist in the face of the priest in Doya's face.

I'm definitely not gonna do it because he's gonna die.

"Well, that's troubling.

Without the original, you wouldn't know the truth, so why haven't you left any evidence?

"Is...? Evidence......?

Oh, no, this guy.

You look like you have no idea why you need something like that.

Even with that, you don't understand because you're an idiot anyway. I know the angry soul gall.

I'm really angry with you about how much you've turned my back on me.

"Well, better than that, those who have been enslaved to be in that basement, why don't you give it back to your parents or your house?

I mean, I'm not feeling well, I'm not feeling safe, but aren't you worried enough to let your parents know you're looking?

Such my ultimate and utter question was laughed at with my nose.

"There's no way they can give it back, they've been sold by their parents, just as they've been dumped."

"Hmm, sold,"

What are you talking about? You look like this guy, but you can give it back with a boomerang just like that.

"What is it"

"What I was saying is contradictory, but are they the victims?

"Contradictions? What is it, they are poor children who have been forced to sell by the tyrannical policies of the nobility"

"In other words, the petition for a search for this petition will be the roster of those who said that my son is gone and sold him off, okay?

"Huh!?

Think about it and you'll see.

Totally now, damn it! I looked at you, didn't I?

Is that it? Which one of you is stupid?

"Garcia Law, Orsay Cain, Sandra Ian, Cyrus Art, Then, Ragnar Dar, False Declaration Crimes Apply"

If you ignored the priest's condition and read up the name signed on the petition, a bewildered twirling voice rose from all over the place.

"Uh... Ron and this kid, they were kidnapped by nobles...?

"You mean Mr. Cain and I were lying, too? I go looking everyday morning and night...?

"How dare you and this girl have been looking for you for ten years now? Is that a lie, too?

"But that's what the priest said..."

A priest with a bewildered look roughed up his voice in an atmosphere that incited deliberate anxiety.

"The children on that roster are not necessarily those underground!

Yep... I did so much to make such a face indistinguishable, this priest...

Seriously scum......, it's a dong pull......

"Sure, so is that, I believe in you, Father!

"I don't care what you say, you fooled me. Is that what you're gonna do!

No, you guys think about it a little bit more...

I blindly believe you, I knew it, but I'm a priest...

Shut up because you guys are only in the way.

"I have trouble getting you wrong, but I have nothing to do with you guys.

I'm just talking to the priest, so I was wondering if you wouldn't mind interrupting the conversation. "

"You can't trust me! I don't think you're gonna do anything, Father!

What should I do... Something... I was so stupid...

"... but what good does it do me to hurt the priest?

"Huh? Well, 'cause you're blind. From a nobleman's point of view,"

Yes, fool. Good luck -.

"It's hard to believe you're being treated like a barbarian who harms people you don't like."

"What's the difference, though you're right!

"I see you don't know anything."

"Holy shit......! You fool!

That's so warm. You're an idiot. I have no choice.

"Well, just in case, let me check if the boys in the basement here and the kids on this roster are the same."

"I told you, they're not in such a condition to meet people! No one can talk about how hard you felt, and your face is hurting so bad that you don't know who it is!

Yeah, Father, what are you doing?

The fact that you can't talk is crushing your throat, right?

Huh? You're lying, right?

Those kids, they believed in priests, didn't they?

What are you doing?

Anger nearly made my head white.

Strong to be an idiot, make believe, on top of that?

Chest shit is so evil, I'm going to get nauseous.

I'm not answering.

I'm uncomfortable with my head being too calm, but I guess this is a sage trait.

Because emotional ups and downs seem to be getting less and less in the future.

"I see, then you need to reconcile, if you are a man of another realm, you must return it."

"Is...? What the hell are you going to do, return a person to his/her parents who doesn't even know who he/she is with a different face? That is the tyranny of the nobles!

Oh, shit.

"Should I know if I'm in person? Just put your face back and be able to talk"

"Can the aristocrats see them directly with wounds and illnesses?

To the deafening words of a priest like ridicule, a calm head calmly gave out an analysis that this guy was a scumbag.

Ha, say it.

Not in that case, I guess.

I may be banished from this country in this case.

But that doesn't make it a good immunity mark to leave and run.

If you have a child suffering in front of you and you have the skill to help, if you can help, why don't you help?

They have the ability to do whatever comes next.

Because financial power, a sage can make money with no problems in the future.

Most importantly, I don't want to run away without such a bad sleeping incident.

"Are you even sick? I see. I see. That sounds rewarding."

I guess.

I just figured, if you don't know how to use magic, why don't you have it used by the Spirit?

Purification and recovery and all that seems to be my specialty in light or water attributes, so I thought if I called them both for now and had them do it for now, I'd figure it out for now.

That's a lot for now. Well, no.

It should be noted that Mr. Augusto's specialty in ice seems to be his only attack. I don't have a choice.

You may just want to do that because it's quicker to see someone you can use to do it.

So you can always do that.

When you should do it right now, it's a little quicker to have the Spirit come, isn't it?

"Come on, show me."

Now he looked down at the priest, who was all bloody and blue-faced, thinking it would be an awesome, evil smile.

... What the fuck, that face, it's gonna be shitty.