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

65

Giggle, giggle and the laughter will resound.

The place this time was as beautiful as the night sky, with sparkling light floating in the middle of nowhere.

I noticed.

The Lord of Voices slowly shakes his body like when he laughs with a smile and takes some rhythm.

But I didn't notice.

Right, left, and loose, like a slightly slow tempo metronome, giggle and laugh.

You didn't notice me, but you didn't?

It wasn't foolish, it was such a pure laugh that people who watched comedy movies laughed.

I can't help it, I have to make it a little easier to understand.

That's what he said, he smiled again.

"Hey husband, Summer, how about this? Are you going to kill me?"

"What are you doing! Let go!"

While twisting the arm of the priest who tries to resist with only one hand, the secretive gentleman advises slack and murder with the usual light feeling. Honestly, I want you to stop because I'm scared.

What do you suddenly come and say? Stop it, really.

No, I don't know what would have happened if Mr. Secret hadn't come, so thank you very much, but please don't try to kill me so lightly. Please stop.

"No, you must obey the law."

"Uh-huh, troublesome."

Don't you say it's annoying?

Honestly, I'm a pain in the ass.

Because I don't know why I have to think about this scum.

If you move your gaze with that, it was this person who naturally came into sight.

"Sorry I'm late."

A narrow-faced man like a fox apologizes with a calm voice.

Yeah, I wonder why you're here, brother.

I thought you betrayed the secretive and talked to the priest.

No, I didn't mean to overwhelm you, but I don't know why you and Hidden here are together, even if the advance information is that.

Why is this happening?

The boy who seems to have seen something is crying in the arm of the grandmother who was called earlier.

Looks like you trusted the fucking priest a lot, and I can't help it.

I think he's the victim, too, and he was angry with me, but it's all because of the fucking priest.

"Do you have an explanation?

"Of course, I will definitely explain later."

"Well, let's ask later... what happened to Ernest?

"I'll leave it up to your brother."

I see.

Did it ever happen in the city that oniisan was in the city?

I'll have to ask about it later.

"Now, Father, I'm going to make you throw up, so be prepared."

"Shit, shit, why! You betrayed me!?"

My brother smiled at me with his thin eyes, and the priest laughed at me so badly.

"Betrayal and nothing, I have always lived for Auguste Verstein."

"You tricked me!?"

Ah, yes, that's what Auguste remembers, my brother.

I think that's all the reason, but I'll just wait for the explanation from the person.

"Isn't it stupider to get caught? Isn't that what the priest always said?"

"Ha!?"

He seems to know what's going on, Father, but it's really fucking awesome.

"Besides, I think it would be better to be a little more careful with the security aspect.

"Ha!? Why is that here, give it back!!"

Tingling, the priest who saw the paper his brother took out looked more impatient than ever.

Is it an important document or is it a completely bloody complexion?

I will leave it for now and let you check it later.

In other words, in terms of security, I wonder if you entered this church for that paper, brother. I don't know.

"I'm afraid this is valuable evidence, so I can't do that. I'm sorry."

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!!!"

The rough priests were quite unusual, or somehow, it seemed quite allergic from the people who respected it in vain, and the people around them only looked at it with cold eyes.

You deserve this, don't you, Miraba?

Ah, yabe, the truth came out at the end of the phrase. Come on, Pepe.

Though I thought of such a thing, my face was expressionless. We did it.

Sinza, thank you very much.

"You don't have to tell me to do it, do you, Osan? Be quiet. It's depressing."

Haha

Without resistance, the priest was forced to flirt with the floor by Hidden's knife. I'm sorry to hear that.

Out of the church, a familiar wild dandy stood sucking a cigar.

Apparently, they waited outside until it was done.

"Oh, boy (...), thank you for suppressing me."

"Ernest, thank you for your welcome."

I mean, could you tell me whether it's a smoke pipe, a cigar or a cigarette, or a yakuza or a mafia?

No, it's neither of these people, but the image is that way.

I don't know. There are a lot of variations and it's amazing. The image gets messy for a moment.

Why do I think similar things over and over again?

"Nhhh, this is just a matter of time."

"Hmm, what were you doing?

"I've been trying to persuade the weapon and armor stores to keep the weapons from crossing the church, but I'm worried."

Isn't that a very thankful thing!

I can't thank you enough anymore.

You can smoke cigarettes, cigarettes, whatever you like. I have that much right.

Whatever it is, even a woman's boobs... don't worry, the image is going to be awkward. It's a little Akan.

No, I'm calm. This is getting weird, this isn't good. All right.

"So, Paul, can you tell oniichan why you ran away without any explanation?

Wait, you didn't explain!?

No, that's what makes oniichan angry!

Inside, I put such a slurp in, but still calmly settled on the outside, looking at my brother without emotion and without expression.

Then, there was a mysterious, somehow strange-faced younger brother.

"... running away?

"Nh? Unconscious? It's not just running away, is it?"

"Wait, I ran away?

Hmm?

"Even if Augustus became a wise man and now (...) is different (...) from (...) people (...), I still acted for Augustus."

I wonder, what's wrong with you?

It was a subtle and slightly uncomfortable discomfort, like when the small bones of the fish were stabbed.

I know that something is different, but I don't know what it is, and I feel uncomfortable that I can't say anything about it.

Because of that, wrinkles appeared between my eyebrows.

The butler didn't notice much, but he realized the immaturity of his acting skills.

Even if you add Auguste's acting skills, this is what it means, so I'm sure a normal person would be worried enough to put their doubts to rest.

"You think that's good for you?

"That's all I've ever thought about."

"You know... it's been a long time, but it's more ad hoc."

Is it the only salvation that they didn't notice because they were having such a conversation?

You need to be more careful.

"Milord, welcome back. Are you hurt?"

"No problem. What happened to the sisters?

The butler, who was waiting a short distance from the church to talk to the people of the city, appeared refreshed as soon as he found me.

Something, you know, not too close. I wonder if it's my fault.

"The two of them ran, saying that they would spread the end of what was happening inside the church outside the window to the whole town."

"... I see."

Did you see that sister?

No, well, I know it bothers you, but I didn't tell them I'd stop because it's dangerous.

I don't think I'm gonna hear it, especially my sister.

He's a free man I've seen rarely in recent years.

"I said it would spread even if I left it alone, but I didn't want to hear it sooner."

"I can't help it. When we get back to the Mansion, we'll ask the Spirit for a message."

"Yes, sir."

I stepped out to return to the Mansion while watching the butler's curly hairs, who always thanked me kindly.

Afterwards, testimonies from the awake boys and girls revealed that the abduction and imprisonment of them had been committed by Father Rodrigo Calstos.

When I saw the name, I thought it was Loricas for short, so in the future the priest would call it Loricas with contempt.

Loricas is a little wrong with toddler hobbyist Osan, but I don't like to call him by name or by priest.

The girl, who had been imprisoned for 10 years for a long time, was rather weakened to the point where she thought she was alive, suffered from PTSD, whether it was indeed a panic disorder caused by stress, and looked miserable enough to cry.

I mean, half of them had that kind of mental illness, so Loricas had a negative impression on the people of the city that he was really a scum.

Even after the investigation, Loricas felt a bit depressed that he only spoke of his legitimacy, so I decided to leave it to Hidden.

I think it will be more honest in a little bit.

I told you not to hesitate because it's Loricas, so I'm sure it'll make you feel good.

Incidentally, my brother took three copies of Loricas' résumé, a letter of appointment to become a priest in this city, and some kind of suspicious letter.

Loricas was from a neighboring country and became a priest at the introduction of the country's prime minister, revealing that he was grateful for the information provided by the neighboring country, so I thought he was a real scum.

And, Prime Minister, again.

That's it, neighbor again.

It is my brother's reason for running away from home, but I decided to omit it as I expected.

Rather, the problem is that that unpleasant discomfort followed me even after I returned to the Mansion.

"Hey, little boy (...), this is the paperwork."

Master, I brought you some tea.

Everyone's attitude is strange.

I don't know what's going on, but something's wrong.

You notice a feeling somewhere, a feeling of pre-vision, something you don't really understand, and you go around thinking to find out what you don't really understand.

Well, someone's words passed through my head.

But, brother...

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

That's what Ernest said when his brother tried to say something.

Ernesto calls me Miss.

It twitches.

And then I realized it, and then my blood fell.

When I'm just someone I can trust, they call me Little Boy.

This was evidence of something that wasn't supposed to happen.

"Milord, what have you done?

That said, when I saw the butler looking at us strangely, I was reminded of a scene.

No, I'm glad you're doing well. I remember Rosa when you were little, Milord.

"... wasn't Rosa a little more gentle?

I wonder how active it was.

I see.

It is a conversation with the butler while looking at the sisters before going to church.

I didn't feel uncomfortable at this time.

But now that I think about it, it's strange.

Why is the butler talking about Auguste's sister in Me?

The most important thing is your brother's words.

"Even if Augustus became a wise man and now (...) is different (...) from (...) people's (...), I still acted for Augustus."

That line, which was told as a matter of course, had nothing to do with it.

Because 'I' was not yet accepted by him.

The memory supported my intuition.

This means that their attitude is back before they tell the truth about me.

I understood what it was like to feel the full width of trust that came from them senselessly.

How long has this been going on?

How long have they been forgotten?

My heart was beating so fast that it hurt.

Even though the butler had already done so on his way to church, I wondered when the rest of the people would have started, but the current state of affairs, as it is, would have no meaning in this idea.

More than that, the question is what happens next and who did it.

I make various hypotheses so that my head can calculate at an incredible speed.

But there was only one theory that seemed most correct.

There is only "God" who made this world possible.

In other words, there is no doubt that all causes are God.

Whatever the reason, the reality is that they are forced to forget me.

And from then on, this God does not want 'me' to appear on the front stage.

That's why it's "now".

As far as their attitude and your brother's words suggest, they have translated the fact that they are "me" into “people have changed because I became a wise man.”

In other words, they didn't have a 'me'.

God is the Almighty.

I don't want to imagine what God would do if "I" were to stand on the stage again and not think so much of humans as humans.

I'm sure you'll do something more than that.

I realized that, and I was getting irritated.

I mean, they're hostages.

Everyone involved with me is a hostage to make me obey God.

I knew the world was irrational.

I also understood that it could not be so gentle.

But as much as you want, isn't this too harsh?

I am.

Can't they even be allowed to exist among them?