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

Now, twist your neck to see what happens.

Whatever God decides to be, it's good to be the man to beat him up, but I don't know how to do that.

Rather, can God beat you?

What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?

Do you think I can beat you if I become a god?

No, more importantly, is God after all?

I can think about it, but it's a complete brain contusion.

I don't know why I have a brain contusion. I just felt that way. I think too much and my head is going to flap.

Nevertheless, I can't even talk to someone about this.

Everyone who was supposed to be understanding was taken away.

There is no guarantee that they will not be taken up again, and there is no guarantee that they will be safe.

After all, we have to find a way in our own way.

Knowledge is necessary for that.

I don't have enough knowledge.

Speaking of knowledge, it is still the village of the elves.

If you go there, you'll get some knowledge.

Knowledge acquired in the human country is definitely a headache. Oh, yes, it's not a brain contusion, it's a headache, good to remember.

... what am I supposed to do... in a completely different way, but am I just an idiot?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

More than that.

I don't know if there's any information about God in the Elves, but I might have enough knowledge to be able to do something even now.

When I raised my gaze, I saw a butler with a confused face.

I also have a brother with a strange face and a brother.

Mr. Hidden... I'm sure he's forgotten too.

They are waiting behind the ceiling as usual, but I feel that it is less of a burden to think about it.

The worst thing I can do is let them die because of me.

"Milord, what's wrong? What do I look like?

"Never mind, I was just thinking about the future."

I know you've been worried because you've become a little silent, but it seems very discouraging just to try to get used to handling things differently.

I know it's selfish.

After all, this is what it looks like.

I don't have to say anything.

"Are you planning on doing that?

"Oh, I'm thinking of going inside the elves."

"Does that mean crossing the mountains that surround the country and going to the tree sea?"

I don't know if the territory has settled down or not. I think it is a little Akan to act inside, but I don't like to just stand still without doing anything, so I want to act.

That's what it's gonna be like.

"Can you tell us why?

Yes, I'm here.

I can't say the gods, so I'm going to build on the reason I originally wanted to go!

"... it's not Julia's direct cause of death, but she could still be alive with their help."

"... but I hear the elves are closed, I don't think they could have helped."

Yeah, right.

Nevertheless, I can't even say such a line, so I will do my best.

"Julia's attending physician... he went to the elves and asked for help."

"Really... one day I suddenly disappeared, so I thought I'd finally escaped..."

He's a doctor. He doesn't run away from his patients.

"Yes, that's right, I mean...."

I give the butler a letter that Dr. Schraegg wrote to me as he said something.

It should be noted that Dr. Schraeg gave me this the other day because it could be used as an excuse. There is.

The contents are as you can imagine.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it.... it's about him, I guess the elves got in the way."

"What is this letter?

"It was entrusted to my mother's doctor."

"... I see... I heard you knew him..."

I know him personally, but it is difficult to say that, so I decided to go in the direction of hiding.

Sorry, butler.

"I want to know the facts, so I'm going."

Naturally, you speak with a resolute voice and action, like the theatrical actor's line.

There is no heat in my heart and it is cold. I want to know what happened at that time, but I can't tell you that I need knowledge now.

But still, I will definitely go one by one from what I can to beat God.

That's why I'll do my best.

"... yes, I will arrange that."

The Cherbourg brothers looked at me with a sincere gaze and laughed at me, inspired or caught by what the butler said.

"Oh, don't worry about me."

"Even if it's post-processing, it's a matter of course."

Oniisan was happy, his brother was gentle, and each smiled with a clear personality.

"Do what you want."

"... hmm"

While grasping the butler's beautiful gratitude in sight, he was almost depressed by the guilt and alienation that came and went into his heart, forcing him to kill.

Then he made them run the pen that had stopped them sideways.

Ahhh! I want a friend who can complain as much as he likes!

I'm Sinza!

It's an ancient word for "silver"!

I don't like the guy I named, but I like the name itself a lot!

No, wait, I don't know what this famous name is. I'll pull.

What are you talking about?

Who the hell is this disgusting?

No, I know why.

My husband Sam was really cool back then.

That's why you're a little crazy about me. I can't help it.

Nevertheless, this feeling is strange.

It is the same as before and something is different.

No, it's not.

Until that morning, I did doubt that fine brother.

Think of him as a traitor, for my husband Sam! I must have been quite suspicious because I followed him.

That's why I suspected Osan because he was his brother.

How about that?

In any case, there was no element of suspicion whatsoever, and there was only confusion in the behavior of my brother, who had no idea what I was suspicious of.

That's why I helped you with the momentum.

I mean, wow, you can't help but go into your study and look where you're dignified and stealing confidential documents?

Sure, my brother has thin indications and I don't think he will notice much, but he doesn't have any allergies.

I'll do my best to keep nobody from coming.

Then I'll give you some advice.

Then I would have to introduce myself normally.

That's how the two of us came out in front of my husband Sama in a combi-like atmosphere, but I'll leave it for now.

What the hell is going on here?

I feel like I've forgotten something very important.

But I have no idea what that is.

I try to remember, but there is nothing like a hole.

Something must have caused it.

It must have happened.

Even that brother's face was so refreshing that he thought it would definitely be something soft.

Even the butler seemed to have a hole in his stomach because he was worried about something, but now he has a straight face without any trouble.

It would be a pleasure if something was resolved, but for some reason I'm not happy.

You have such vague guilt as this at some sacrifice.

Only me and my brother are aware of that.

There's probably no mistake because he looked as strange as me and couldn't say that he wasn't convinced of something.

I don't know what this is, but I definitely don't understand it and I feel like I shouldn't do it.

Anyway, my brother and I don't know each other.

However, as someone who knows this, you should share the information.

That's how I got down and stood right next to him.

It's a pleasant place where the sun shines through the window glass in the break room where nobody but him is.

An exquisite position just behind him, out of reach.

Should I say that this is an occupational disease? I can't help it because there is a habit in that sense that you can run away immediately no matter what happens after this.

Besides, I still don't fully trust this guy.

Tingling and headache.

I wonder if it was because of the words I heard while hiding somewhere.

I have no idea when or where it was.

"... uhh, you or your brother took care of me."

"Both, hajimemashite."

Return the words while rubbing your thumb against the tingling and painful temples.

I wonder how you realized that there was no sound or sign.

He's turned his back on the window glass, and there's nothing reflective of the view on the other side.

Nevertheless, it's quite natural that my husband is Sam's employee.

Instead, if it's dull, you might get angry and kill it, so it's just fine.

Osan said he took out the cigarette without looking back and lit his fingertips on fire.

"My brother has the habit of rushing and losing sight of things, and it's sweet to fill it up."

Having said that, Osan put the cigarette in his mouth, and after burning the tip of the cigarette with his fingertips, inhaled the cigarette at once.

"Well, don't say anything because that's what you mean by people's younger brothers."

To be honest, my brother was rough and narrow, as Osan said, but it was snake feet or wild.

That was the thought of the answer, but Osan began to announce the inhaled smoke as he exhaled.

"I was gonna hit you if you did that here, but you're surprisingly cautious."

"Wow, what a trap."

I'm glad I didn't tell you.

If you hit me with such a fat arm, I'll sink my head. Seriously. Oops, it's still smoking.

I will take a bath after this because the smell will be troublesome. Yes, I will.

I'm kidding, Jordan.

"It's not like Jordan at all."

I was honestly upset with Osan, who was laughing softly in the back of my throat, but I tried my best to keep it down.

"N-nakota, you don't care, do you? Is that why you're here?

"Yes, but don't you have to look at your face and tell me?

I haven't seen him at all, but for a moment, he opened his mouth like nothing was happening while he was blowing his cigarettes.

"You're a shadow, right? You should keep people who know their faces to a minimum, right?

It's just the right thing to do. Shit. I wonder why I get angry.

"No, but, well, you know what?

Return it appropriately as a stomach soothe and get down to business.

Then Osan suddenly became silent.

It's like thinking about something, but he murmurs as he breathes out the smoke.

"... well..."

"I'm here to rub the information."

I was a little frustrated, but the emotions were not on the surface, but they were too emotionless and became some unnatural words.

Still, Osan smokes vaguely in the absence of his heart.

"... that's right."

"... may I ask why it feels so texture?

Even though he was frustrated, he suddenly crushed the lit cigarette.

With a faint smell and sound of roasting meat, I noticed the existence of a fierce anger smoking inside him.

"Ah, I've never forgotten anything in my life, just once."

His arms are not trembling, telling him to mumble.

However, the fact that even the steel was being bent was understandable only with the appearance of a cigarette that was being crushed until it was thinner than paper in its hand.

"How about that, don't forget, you've forgotten something really important.

Can you forgive me? I can't forgive you, I can't forgive myself. "

Without emotion, I don't even get angry with the sound, but I still can't stop the anger that rises from the bottom of my stomach.

That's understandable because the magical currents rising from his body are fluttering like hot air.

It's the same with me that I can't forgive myself, but I can see that I'm even more angry than that.

"But my instinct is not to think deeply about this."

"Instinct?"

"Yes, the human roots, the instincts, sense some danger."

I felt that what he said was in the same position as the vague anxiety deep in my heart.

"... that means you're being forgotten by something powerful that we don't know, right?

"Ah, but no more, you're blinded."

Though it was an advice to me, it was even a pronouncement from something.

I know this Osan doesn't know what it is, but he still had enough temper in his words to think so.

"... okay, so there's no solution?

"No way, if there was, the key would be your little one."

I nodded with approval.

I'm sure it's not just my husband's trust in Sam, but our common instinct.

We must leave it up to him to bear more of the burden, even if we are not worthy.

The fact is frustrating, but it was also true that we could do nothing.

"All we can do is remember what we forgot."

"Okay, well, if one of you forgets this, I'll remind you."

"... yes, that's it... what's your name?

"I'm Sinza. What about you?

"Ah, Ernest Sherbourg, call me Ness."

Osan raised his fist loosely without looking at us.

The fist pointed at me from my shoulder was so forged that I thought it would hurt a lot if I was beaten with it.

But that's why I looked reliable.

"All right, Ness, good to see you again."

"Ooh, yoroshik."

Just one step forward, Osan, ─ ─ Ness's husband lightly raised his fist and slammed it against him.

It was a greeting for the general public when they found friends and comrades.

"What if I forget at the same time?

"In that case, you'll find out what you forgot, so you'll talk to us."

That's true too.

After laughing lightly at each other, he left the scene without a doubt.

We are moving in the opposite direction here, but because we trust each other in the Lord, we can realize the fact that we are looking at the same goal.

All for Auguste Verstein… for the good of the Lord.

Come on, let's get to work.

... but I'm going to take a bath before that.