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

My name is Cristia Lowrist.

She is the first child of the Count Lowrist family and a girl of 12 years of age this winter.

That's me, but compared to kids the same age in other houses, they're a little, no, just a little too smart.

Maybe it's true, unless my tutors are lying to get in my mood because they say the same thing with their mouths together.

Your mother said you looked like your father, but your father said you looked like your mother, so I think what a couple of similarities.

I'm your two children, so I think you're both alike, but you're the only two I see each other, so I don't think we have a choice.

If you can, I want you to calm down a little bit when people have eyes.

Sometimes it's not embarrassing to be close to your parents or anything, it's annoying to people.

So that's when I'm deliberately having a seizure and making you two conscious towards me, but they think I'm a wagga mom daughter from around because of it, and I feel cold in my eyes around me lately.

But I have no choice.

Otherwise, my parents, who are strong in magic, may release their magic without worrying about the people they're with and cause them to get hurt.

It's a good thing we're close, but I don't think that's a good idea.

Parents who fight amicably seem to have a lot of fun though.

The cause of the fight is mostly what trivial things like your father saying hello to the wife of another house or your mother saying hello to the owner of another house, but I don't think a magical fight at a party venue, no matter what you think.

Thanks to you, I don't have a single friend who sounds like a friend.

If you're a lady from another house in my mood, like hipsters, there are about four of them.

That's me, but I'm not lonely.

The years are apart, but I also have cousins, and most importantly, my uncle, the Duke of Verstein, who is my uncle, adores me very much, just my niece.

But adults around you, other than your father and mother, say bad things about your uncle with their mouths together.

Even your big body doesn't offend me.

Like everyone says with their mouths together, I can't believe you're a terrible person.

I'm sure because of that look, we're all kang different.

Above all, my uncle is like my family.

My father and mother only look at each other, and they rarely look at me.

So I couldn't help but be glad that your uncle adored me since I was a little girl.

Only once, I've asked you why you adore me.

At that time, your uncle said this with a very sad face.

You looked a lot like my wife.

When I asked your father if he looked that similar, he tattooed me that he looked just like him except for the eye area, if you ask me.

Nevertheless, even though my uncle was adoring me because I resembled my late wife, I would never mind.

Because my uncle, my uncle, was the only one who would look at me.

But one day, your uncle fell ill.

I cried so uncommon, so fiercely wandering, that I troubled the maids.

It was about that time.

My story of my engagement with the First Prince, Ludwig Sheva Renamilia, has been lifted.

In the midst of your fall, I was angry why you floated at me like that.

But there is no reason for me, just a countess, to have the right of veto, and I was framed to meet the prince.

And the prince, who was made to meet me in the beautiful garden of the royal castle, was a very angry child.

"... are you the Countess Cristia Lowrist?"

After a brief greeting, the prince looked at me in such a great way, and then he snorted.

"What's that hanging eye?

The boulder is the niece of the Duke of Verstein, with a perverse personality.

Is this my fiancée candidate? That's a wish. "

...... Huh?

"Oh, then you can live your whole life alone.

It would be better for the lady of the world not to marry someone who is mistaken for a royal cousin to immediately denigrate the face of the first person you meet. "

I was so angry that I answered reflexively that it was hard.

'Cause more than anything else, he disparaged this prince, my beloved uncle.

You can't possibly forgive me.

"What the...?"

"Or do you want someone who only listens to you like a doll?

I'll tell you what, if you find out that a creature called a woman, unlike a man, won't be loved, you hate the bottom of your heart.

If you want to be scratched in the neck, look for the doll of your choice. "

In a clear manner, and in reply to me, the prince looked at me in a crimson red after giving me a pokanne look like he had been taken lightly.

"... who are you talking to like that...!"

"... angry if they poke a picture star, and immediately appeal to power.

What is a royal prince so light to you?

Oh, I want to go home.

Why am I with such a child?

"What are you trying to say...!"

"You don't understand your position.

I'd rather have a fiancée.

I hope you understand exactly what role the royal family has, what matters, and how you should spend it before you come back out. "

"Nah...!"

"I'm sorry to see you again, and I'll let you go home."

I've said everything I wanted to say.

I'm just angry that I'm breathing the same air as a child like this.

So I decided to walk away from the spot.

"Wait!"

"What is it?

"... because if you regret it, you don't know! I'm taking you off the list!

The prince, just as a final announcement, said so in a grand manner.

I don't care if they said that, even if they were princes and my attitude was disputed as disrespectful to the royalty.

It's no different than just a doll, such as a subordinate who can't pay attention to what's wrong with the royal family.

So I didn't know what to do.

Therefore I said unto him, without any haste, in praise of the prince.

"I don't mind, I didn't want to be a fiancée candidate."

"Eh."

How unexpected.

Small and that's all I whine about, and the prince has been consolidated.

Well, what a handsome face.

Just fine, so let's go home now.

"Then, Your Highness, I hope I will never see you again, but I beg your pardon. Goodbye."

I'm sorry about this! All the while, I left before the prince.

Then for a while, there was no blame from the prince or even a tone out.

But that didn't matter to me from the bottom of my heart.

Every day since then I have prayed to God of the Nation, Lord Renamilia.

Please help my uncle, give me back my uncle.

And it's only been a month or so since your uncle fell.

Your uncle told me you were feeling better.

Happy and happy, I asked my mother to visit me immediately.

Your mother, who said it was a hassle but still prepared a letter within that day, gave you permission to go see your uncle the next day.

I looked forward to seeing my uncle that night, so much so that my eyes caught on and I slept a little late.

And finally, the next day came.

I hung out in the morning, picked the dress my uncle preferred, and boarded my carriage.

It takes nearly half a day to get from my house to your uncle's mansion, but I didn't feel bitter at all that time.

Then, when I finally reached your uncle's mansion, the butler showed me to my room as usual.

This is the place for me, where my uncle listened to my taste.

That was a more comfortable space than our own room.

As usual, follow the samurai Leena and wait for your uncle to come.

At that time, the door was knocked twice with Concon.

"Which is it?"

Leena speaks to the door.

Then what I heard was a long awaited, happy and helpless word for me.

'I will sit in Alfredo. Tell Kristia that your husband has seen you.'

The moment I heard the butler's voice say so, I didn't even hear Leena stop, and I ran out.

And with the momentum as it was, I opened the door, jumped out of the room and hugged my uncle.

"Uncle... ah! Great! You're feeling better! Kristia wondered if Kristia would see your uncle again.

I'm happy, and I push my head against your uncle's stomach with tears.

"Really, really good......... that, uncle, could you have lost weight?

I kind of noticed that your uncle's body was halfway there now.

If you look up in a hurry, there, it's like you packed my ideals.

There was a beautiful man who was so hard to describe.

But I knew as soon as I knew I was better off.

Even if you don't look closely, there are many faces when your uncle was a big body.

The quality of magic you feel from this person is the same as your uncle's.

It's thick, deep, but it's kind of more enormous than before, but it's the same.

Even on your face, there is a shadow.

When my cold blue eyes, like the ice of a slice, reflect me, they loosen up.

"... oh, sometime while you're asleep."

Having said that, my uncle, faintly laughing, as in some trouble, was a very beautiful man.

"Well...! Beautiful...! Oh my God...!, I love this uncle too!

Oh, but my old uncle likes it too! It's very inclusive!

What shall we do! My uncle was so beautiful from time to time!

"Oh, I see."

My uncle's eyes stare at me.

I could no longer keep my eyes open because of how beautiful it was.

Somehow, I think it's so beautiful that I don't know what it is.

"Yep! But I prefer my uncle now! Because it's so cool!

The way you were before, I felt safe like Kuma in the picture book, but the way you are now, I don't care what you do to this person, it's beautiful, cool and.

Oh, it's kind of me, I'm disgusted by my lack of expression.

"Cool..."

My uncle, who groans so strangely, feels so cute.

"That's right! I can't compare you to a petty child like the first prince of this country!

It's strange to tease your uncle about that, but if you're getting engaged, I thought your uncle was hundreds of times better than that.

Then my uncle looked at me with a faintly troubled look on his face.

"... even if it's royal, it's not too rambling."

"But he laughed at my mother's hanging eyes, more than anything else!

Besides, the boulder is the niece of the Duke of Verstein, his bad character is seeping out, what a fool!

That's why I'm not bad.

Everything is bad for the prince who didn't think about it and accused your uncle and made a fool of himself.

"Hmm."

I put my hand on my chin and my uncle, who looks like he thinks, is still beautiful.

But I was desperate to speak to my uncle in an attempt to understand.

"You'll never forgive me! Such an angry child! I wonder if you, as royalty, would be ashamed to judge just by your appearance!

I'm sorry to be that fiancée! I would never like that!

"Cristia."

My uncle called me by my name quietly, and I was hacked.

Just because my uncle wants you to know how much, his behavior was serious as a lady.

I wonder what I'm doing...!

"I'm sorry, Uncle, if I were you, I'd just..."

No, my uncle will scare me...!

"No, there's nothing to worry about in front of me.

But to be a fine lady, you have to be a little more calm. "

That's what I said, and my uncle, who looks at me with tender eyes, was horrified.

"Well, you said something like Leena to your uncle."

Put your hands on your mouth and I will laugh.

Also during this time, Leena told me to calm down a little bit, even though I had just been bitterly complained about.

Am I less capable of learning?

I need to hang in there more.

"Oh, Christy seems to have a good teacher."

"Already! I still care about this! And Leena's not a teacher, she's a samurai, uncle."

"Right. So Cristia got a good lady.

With that said, your uncle smiled at me as he gently loosened his face.

It was a gentle expression I had never seen before.

"... uncle, you've changed."

"Hmm, you think so?"

"Yeah, I've been very sweet for a long time, but I've always been tingly.

But now you have a refreshing, gentle face. "

"... I see."

In my words, my uncle said so with a slightly bewildered hunkiki, and he nodded.

Such an uncle is beautiful.

"I can't even imagine what the hell caused it, but finally, your uncle's worries cleared up,... so good."

Your uncle always looked at me with a sad face somewhere.

I knew I was trembling sometimes, though my hands were very comfortable stroking my head gently.

I don't have it right now.

I'm very happy with that.

"... thank you, Kristia.

Come on, let's make it tea. Can I talk to you?

I nodded forcefully, of course, at your uncle's words.

Then I talked to my uncle about everything.

My uncle, who had fallen for a month, seemed to know a lot, and I was going to talk a lot.

But I was happy to be with my uncle, and I didn't feel that bitter at all.

My uncle's treats were more delicious than those made by the famous pastry chef in Wang Du.

The combination of Orange Danish cookies and a hint of sweetness scones with aromatic tea was excellent.

That's when your uncle asked me.

"Do you think Cristia would like to be tied to someone she likes?

I couldn't grasp the intent of the question and accidentally solidified it just a little with a treat in my mouth, but I swallowed it immediately and poured it further into the back with tea before I opened my mouth.

"It is, indeed, ideal, but I know that I am noble."

It was only during this time that I understood that it was decided that I would be allowed to meet with the Prince.

At that time, I felt reminded that noble children had no such freedom.

"Hmm, certainly for the nobility, blood muscles and positions would be important"

"Yes, so I, as a nobleman, would accept my father's fiancée."

I will stare at your uncle, seriously answering.

"That's analogy, even the First Prince, eh?

"...... yeah. It's amazing. I hate it."

I looked bitter at your uncle's words that would test my resolve.

No matter how much I dislike it, there's nothing I can do for the house, so I can't help it.

My uncle changed his story.

"Cristia, do you know who the First Prince is?

"He's a fucking busy idiot."

"Where did you learn these words?"

I was sassy and rambling reflexively, and your uncle cautioned me with a stern face.

I knew I didn't have the ability to learn.

"No more questions, uncle..."

I manage to say words of apology, even though I'm about to cry.

You can't do this, Cristia.

My uncle hates me.

I can't stand that...!

Because I'm the only one with an uncle!

Horrible, softly looking at your uncle, he had his mouth on a cup of tea with elegance, without any particular wind he cared about.

"... well, good if you're reflecting.

Back to you... the first prince I know is a lonely child. "

Your uncle, who said so, puts the cup on top of the saucer, making a small noise.

... such an uncle is so graceful, beautiful, and cool that he seems to forget he just got noticed.

No, no, no, no. Kristia, we have to listen to your uncle properly.

I desperately distracted myself by scolding myself that I might see.

"Lonely, child?

I repeat my uncle's words.

Your uncle then narrowed his eyes just a little so he could remember something.

Do you know what it means to be number one in the throne?

I will respond immediately to your uncle's question.

"Most likely to be king in the future."

"Right. But that means you can't have yourself."

"Do you think you are?

I don't know what your uncle wants to say, and he must have looked strange.

My uncle smiled faintly as he looked at me.

My uncle smiling, I don't know, no more, I can't describe him.

Oh, what shall I do now, I am so happy...

"... Kristia, before you were the Countess, you must have been a man named Kristia, right?

"Yes."

"But the first prince is raised as a king from a young age.

You deserve to be the next king. "

Your uncle says so quietly, but I still don't know, and I leaned my neck.

"...... uh..."

Then my uncle smiled so much that even Leena, the samurai, could tell.

I can't concentrate at all, even though it's a serious hassle.

Leena also looks at Uncle Poe.

No, we have to switch!

"Hmm, I guess it was a little difficult.

Right, I mean, there's no freedom at all, they don't listen, they push all the ideals, and that's the kid that's taken for granted. "

I felt like my uncle had given me cold water for those words.

"Is that normal?"

"That's right. You must be a lonely kid, right?

If so, I have done terrible things to the prince.

"Are your friends not welcome?

"If you're a squire or a schoolmate, you'll be there. And they will only see the prince as a prince."

My uncle gave a quiet answer to my question.

And it's...

"Well...!, my God..."

That I and the Prince are in a similar situation.

Did that one, for various reasons, have such an attitude?

Like me at the time of the party, when I had a seizure I didn't even want to do to stop my parents from fighting.

"... that's when I was about to be able to decide on my own to my fiancée, so I guess I got angry?, Rebellion, or Eight Hits,"

Your uncle's calm words make my breasts bitter.

I didn't know what to think.

The reason for the prince's attitude then is hardly the same as mine.

... but still, I just can't forgive you for saying bad things about your uncle.

"... I can't forgive the words that the child said to me... but I think I understand your mood."

"Then the next time I see you, you should be my friend, not my fiancée."

I am determined with a snort to the words of my uncle, who speaks as he leans his cup of tea.

"... well, I don't care what you think the next king will be without one of his friends..."

I'm the one without your friends, and if that prince becomes king, it's no surprise that the country dies.

"... Hmm, if you think so, do that for him.

He may not want it, but if someone doesn't bake you a favor, it's gonna be a mess. "

"Yeah, I'll try that when I get a chance."

Then I want to make a proper apology.

Because it was my fault, too.

Because I'm angry, there's no way there's such a convenient thing as a good thing to say.

You may not forgive me, but there's a part of me that I can't even forgive, so come on.

My uncle looked at me a little strangely.

"... burn it. What, is that good?

"I don't mind, peace in the country is more important than my own."

More importantly, your uncle will be bothered if the country is disturbed.

If it's okay for me to gamble alone, I'll be happy to be an Ikenier!

"... well.... then apologize, I'll ride whenever I want to talk to you."

"Is it good!?

Well! What luck!

I can't believe your uncle told you that!

"Oh, it's for my pretty niece. That's about right."

That's what I said, and I thought you'd pass out for a moment at your uncle's so beautiful smiling at me again.

"Thank you, uncle...! I'll try harder!

In a good way, the boulder is Duke Verstein's niece, as they say!

Yeah, if it's for this guy, I can hang in there as long as I want.

As your uncle's niece, you have to be an unashamed lady!

"... you mustn't do more than that."

"Attention, I will. But this is my heart."

This is the only kind and wonderful person, my niece can't be stupid.

Sincerely and wholeheartedly, I will do my best to keep my studies alive!

"... Hmm, the princess of my clan seems determined.

But will you promise me one thing?

"What is it?

My uncle utters his words, laughing faintly as if in some trouble at the hardness of my determination.

And I listened, lest every word should be heard.

Then your uncle told me, staring at me with a very serious face different from the one he had just told me.

"To rely on it before there's nothing you can do. That's all I want from you."

The moment I understood, I felt like I was rising to heaven too.

... oh, oh!

How sweet, beautiful and campeking you are!

I can't believe you chose the words I wanted for me to say.

I answered, delighted and desperate to catch my loose face.

"... I don't want to rely too much on you, but I promise you, it's your uncle's word."

That, I kind of honestly didn't get the word out.

Your uncle's beauty may have confused your words.

Then my uncle smiled faintly, as he had just done, as if in some trouble.

"Never, never make a difference."

"Yes!"

My uncle, who said so gently in case, replied with a full smile and vigorously.

With this day on the border, the history of this world begins to change, albeit slightly, but surely.

Because it's not the same history as it was in the original case of Augusto Verstein.

Originally, today, this day, in this place.

Intensely exaggerated by the girl's words that the story of her engagement to the royal family has come, cursing with the backcutter, he works abusively on the girl who should be her niece.

The girl will have a deep darkness in her heart in the shock of being tortured by her trusted and beloved uncle while surrounded by the conditioning and upholstery prepared for her.

After that incident, the girl despairs that she will not be loved by anyone, and then becomes a Yandere who, for some reason, becomes dependent on that prince as a result of being tender to the prince who came to ask for an earlier apology.

Countess Cristia Lowrist, on the game's timeline, age 17.

A big, hung-eyed, beautiful girl with thin green eyes like a dead one, who forced her straight to the waist of her blonde hair.

When entering romantic mode, he is also a character who appears as a rival warlord when attacking a prince if the protagonist is a boy and a girl.

But this world is not a game.

I'm trying to deviate from the game's original story, but it's not a game, so it doesn't work modifying power or anything.

I mean, the world keeps going, time after time.

Looking at everything, God laughs.

Something's going to be so funny.