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

10

"Hmm, but Christia, I don't think you'd mind marrying someone you really liked if you wanted to."

That's what I said as I sent my niece my gaze when the sun that was rising into the sky was about to turn into a sunset.

Then my niece, who sees me with a Kyotong face.

The sun hasn't even turned orange yet, but I don't know what it's called, before it's the evening we call it in modern times, at 3: 30 in the summer, almost the same as noon, but the evening will be here soon, around that time.

You can run off or something.

'Cause you admire it, that's what it is. Or so I asked.

But when my niece sifted, she shook her neck to the side.

"That's not true, mane like mud on the face of a clan, something I can't do"

I was denied something with a serious face. Too bad.

... I'm a girl, so I think it would be nice to dream about it for a little while.

Well, but it sounds like your niece, I guess.

I don't really intend to pry into Mr. Augusto's memory because he's private, so I still don't know what his niece's character is.

No, you just did, and the scratch is in the nashi direction.

That's bad for Mr. Augusto in the past.

I don't know.

"I wonder who the stubborn looks like."

I don't think I need to be that aristocratic at this age.

"Well! Please tell me it sounds aristocratic"

"Right, sounds aristocratic for better or worse"

I wish I was more honest because I'm a child.

Hey, don't you guys think?

'Cause you're so cute, aren't you?

This is the only time you're a kid, isn't it?

No, wait, who am I asking?

Yeah, shall we calm down for a second?

"No more! It's terrible, if you get uncle.

By the way, uncle, what the hell did you do with that enormous amount of magic?

My niece, who swells her cheeks as gently as she is stubborn, is so cute in vain. What is this, a beautiful little girl gets it, or so I thought, and all of a sudden I just stared inside at the question.

What, magic is something other people can tell from you?

No, but, well, since I know your niece's magic, maybe even your niece will.

I was wondering what Mr. Augusto was capable of.

Then, from now on, I feel like I should cover up a little of the magic I see from others.

That, but there's a very strong guy around! Is it convenient to show?

... Akan, I don't know what's right, I'll talk to the butler later. Let's do that.

For now, I shall answer your niece's questions.

"... oh, this one. Apparently, I died once.

He's become a wise man. "

"...... Ken, Min?

The moment I told you, Pokhan and what a cute, dumb look to solidify your niece.

What am I gonna do? This kid's cute. Oi.

"What's wrong?

At the moment of the call, my niece, who returned to me, began to curl with great excitement and tremendous momentum.

"Well...! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, what a pleasure! My uncle! Sage! That's fantastic!

Oh, whoa.

Don't have trouble reacting when you can crouch that far, what do I do?

Should I just calmly give this place back?

Well, you're not going to break Mr. Augusto's character.

All right, calm down, calm down.

"Really? It's a shame I can't get old anymore."

"Oh, I don't know, don't even think about how your uncle feels..."

As a result, something got messed up.

Um, I guess I failed.

I don't have a choice, let's just follow up.

"... you don't have to worry so much, I made an inadvertent statement, too.

Will you forgive me?

"Oh no! Your uncle isn't so bad!

"It's an honor to hear you say that. The princess of my clan seems so generous."

"Well, if my uncle..."

In my words, or like I was about to cry until just now, I blush my cheeks, pompous, and shy away from my gaze as I put my hands on both cheeks to hide those red-dyed cheeks. My niece.

What is this cute creature?

I wonder why, me and my kids have never liked me so much so much that I look so cute.

Or does it look that way because it's Mr. Augusto's body?

If that's the case, I'd love to shiva Mr. Augusto. Yeah.

That's when I seriously thought about it, and, uh, the samurai who was holding back behind my niece's back on the wall took a step.

"Lady Cristia, it's time for you"

Apparently, it's a time limit.

Uh, well.

Well, that's right. I'm a child of a house.

You have to go home, don't you?

"Well! Is that already the time? I don't like it, shouldn't I stay?

It's like being obstinate, I'm not convinced! My niece disagrees with the samurai with the expression I know is obvious.

I'm glad it feels good, but I don't think so.

"That being said, it is with sympathy that your wife has forgiven you. Unfortunately we do not have permission to stay..."

A samurai who, for some reason, looks terribly sorry for her eyebrows.

And seeing how it went, my niece started to get depressed as soon as possible.

"Yeah... right. I'm sorry, Leena. I'm sorry to hear that."

"I don't care about me. Permission to stay will be picked up later, ma'am."

"Yeah, I'll take care of it!

She looks tense, her niece squeezing her hands tight.

And he's so serious, he's like a brave man trying to travel with determination anew.

I was wondering if I could put a scratch in it.

What's the matter?

"Well, then, uncle, I'm going to have to apologize for this."

"Hmm, come again."

"Yes!"

Although my niece replied well, she shrugged and began to gaze behind me.

"... is something wrong?

What, you got something behind you?

Ghosts? Can you beat a ghost, this body.

It would be great if I could hit you, wouldn't it?

My niece opened her mouth as she sighed, thinking about that to delude her from being scared and unable to look back.

"No, the butler was so jealous... that you could always be with my uncle."

Oh, well, you were behind my back, butler.

What's good...... wait, when did you get behind this?

You were in my sight earlier, weren't you?

What, I'm scared. Plain scary.

"All this is the prerogative of a butler, so I can't give it to you, I'm sorry, Miss Christia."

I can hear a butler looking like that from behind me, I guess it's my fault.

"Well! If you don't think I will, why don't you give me a little less of a look?"

Oh, it doesn't look like it's my fault, my niece stubborn.

She's swelling her cheeks like a squirrel. Lovely.

Akan, no, it's not, calm down, me.

"I'm sorry to hear that again, ma'am, but this has always been this face."

"Already!"

Let's just stop it, my niece can't go home like this.

"This, Cristia, won't you annoy our butler too much?

"Ah... sorry, Uncle"

"Alfredo, don't make fun of the princess too much."

"Thank you very much."

All right, I'm glad we can work this out.

I don't think you should call your niece a princess.

You know, you come out of your mouth sulking with such a shitty line. Seriously.

How much is it, Mr. Augusto's idiot?

"Uncle, it's a shame, but now"

"Oh, go home with care."

"Yes! I'll be back!

My full-faced smiling niece came with me, so I stroked my head just for convenience.

It's very sarah and cat hair, and I think it's silky.

I was desperate to contain the urge to stroke it. Yes.

And my niece went home with Gatagotto in a carriage.

I wanted to drop you off, but it was disbanded on the grounds of sickness.

But I'm a sage, so I'm not supposed to be sick hard or anything, but maybe you forgot?

Well, okay.

Sarah switches and returns to the butler's office.

As soon as I arrived, my body would be used to sitting, but I lowered my hips to that unfamiliar seat and breathed lightly.

Come on, will you do it?

It was bright white and beautiful paper that was placed on my desk earlier, but now the same material that was scattered yesterday is neatly arranged.

I don't know who it is, but thanks.

Well, I think it's Mr. Eighty-Nine Deacon.

When did you do it, I don't care what that means.

If I cared, I decided I'd lose.

More than that, it went on yesterday.

Uh, here's the numbers, and here's what happened, okay, you remember.

Mr. Augusto, I'm serious.

With that in mind, I grabbed a feather pen.

Then I even fought the paperwork until the butler came to call me for dinner.

It's all I've ever had, so I'm going to recalculate 12 years.

Thankfully, the calendar and time are the same way to count as in modern times, so there is no trouble with discomfort.

12 ✕12 12, plus this year, finally a review of all policies, and so on, that's a good amount.

I can't help it, but it's something I have to do. We just have to work hard.

Today's dinner, by the way, was a steak flavoured with pork in a pepper sauce and a salad with root vegetables, potato-like something potato-like potage.

Compared to the first day, it was a meal that really had a proper nutritional aspect in mind, and it was very tasty.

When I was finishing my meal and, uh, feeling comfortable, the butler accidentally called out.

"Sir."

"What's up?"

What? What?

Do you have plans again after this?

When I turned my gaze, I felt like I saw an uncomfortable look somewhere, but that was also for a moment.

Next thing I know, I had a butler who wasn't normal, like the look on his face earlier was a lie.

Seriously, I also thought, while the butler opened his mouth, he further corrected the correct posture.

"I caught a rat..."

Rats? Is that how you got out?

So Yuka caught you on purpose?

"Hmm, you disposed of it"

"No, that's what he wants to negotiate with his husband."

"Hmm?"

What, this world rat talking?

What, eh?, you're so fantastic!

No, I want to see it! I want to see it so bad!

"How do you do it?"

"... well, let's talk about it."

"I'm awed, I'll show you."

"Ah."

Take a seat excitedly.

Walking around the mansion for a short time with the guidance of the butler, proceeding through the entrained corridor and reaching it was a dimly lit basement.

It's normal for a rat to be in such a dark place, or something, but there was one Osama in the cage this morning.

... rats over here!

No, yeah, you are!

That's what I'm talking about! Rats don't talk! You're an idiot. Me!

Damn. I'm getting embarrassed.

No, I was just mistaken on my own.

Nobody's noticed anything!

But there's something wrong with me, isn't there?

Damn.

"...... so, what the hell are you talking about? If it doesn't work for him, I'll kill him and throw him away."

With all his stomach, he speaks with a cold voice to Osama, the black-crushed one rolling in a smackened state in the cage.

That's right. Eight wins! I'm sorry!

By the way, this Osama, he's hiding his face like an eye-catcher with a black cloth like a ninja so he can't tell his face.

Yeah, that's suspicious.

"Don't say anything noisy, you know what I mean when I say exchange terms?

I'll give you the information instead of helping me, so give me a break, will you?

Tilt his neck loose as he rolled, and Osama asked back.

How dare you?

From the feel of my voice, maybe I'm in my early 30s, and I feel a little younger than the butler, but, well, Osama is Osama, isn't he?

There's no way I can get information and go home, you suspicious person.

"That's not at all a consideration, we're indispensable to rats.

All you have to do is bring the next one to be disposed of. "

"Fair enough. Don't say that! I'm pretty strong, and I can use it, right? I swear allegiance to you!

"You don't have any believable elements."

I want you to do something about the charade first.

Because I just think it's frigid to be sworn to loyalty so lightly.

"Terrible, the word" gray silver "in intelligence is the most famous in the world, right?

I don't know.

"Hmm, is that also evidence that you are identical to that ash and silver?

"... can't you prove that someone like you is alive?

Ho.

"You're out of your mind with the bucket, how much you want to be disposed of"

"Ah! I'm sorry! That was a silence! My husband means he's strong enough to be a sage! Not in a bad way!

When I say it with proper glue around the magic in my body, Osama curls it up in a visible and hurry.

I'm in such a hurry.

Oh, I don't know what to do, I'm having some fun.

"Right. I don't care."

Osama panicked even more as he took the magic that was gluing toward his hand.

"Wait, wait, wait! Evidence! Evidence, right? I do, Holla! Head scarf! Take the head scarf!

I guess I can't even take the cloth off my face because of my smacky state, Osama making me jump my bitchy body like I panicked and appeal to the best.

They bounce like fresh fish just pulled up.

He's got a lot of physical ability because he can jump so well in this state.

That's a great jump.

But I wonder if there's any pride in this Osama.

No, it's so funny.

Let's take a look for a while, I thought about it for a second, but realizing it doesn't make much sense, I turn my gaze to the butler I was with for now.

Then the butler, who called the air and guessed at me, approached Osama and removed the cloth from his head.

Fluffy came out from under the cloth, unlike the butler's grey hair, a grey silver hair about the length of the short hair that even the lights at night could tell.

"... Hmm, you do have brilliant gray and silver hair."

"Right!? And more, as proof, these eyes! Look!"

When I was told, I noticed that my eyes were the same color as my hair.

What a strange color.

'Cause even though it's gray, you know what silver is?, even though it's the color of my eyes.

That's strange.

His face, which I saw at last, felt like a good young man who liked exercise was getting old as it was, like, a teacher who was going to be liked by children.

There is a slight feeling of tiredness and a big dog-like atmosphere that I play with during the holidays and am worried about my back pain or other teachers getting mad at me.

If he asks if you're handsome, well, if I were you, I'd say it's about medium up there.

From the average person's point of view, it's probably a good-looking category.

Well, it's not my taste.

"...... That's definitely gray silver, is that all?

"I still have it! Hola! Magic power! Attributes! Look!

I'm still letting my body jump bitchy, but I want to tell you to calm down for now.

Well, it's funny.

For once, I'll see how much magic I can do as I'm told.

Uh, how did you see it, you know exactly what I mean... no, yeah... what are you serious about just being aware of it?

I wonder if the magic is quite high, more than your niece.

The criterion is, uh, ah, is a normal person about half my niece?

That's pretty awesome, this Osama.

I don't know how much I am right now!

"............... Hmm, well, you do have a lot of magic power"

Oh, and I need to see the attributes. What, how... Oh, yes, this is an auto too.

This attribute is naturally understood in such a way, like, something like that, but apparently there aren't many people who would have figured it out.

That's what came out of Mr. Augusto's knowledge, so I think you're right if that's not a mistake.

... if I had time, I'd look into magic and magic, in a book.

In the meantime, that's the attribute of Osama in front of me that I understood like that.

"Dark attribute? That's unusual."

"Right!?

Osama appeals to me by getting his body up from a rolling position all the time.

You look fine..., you look tired.

Apparently, dark attributes are rare.

Finally, light attributes are unusual.

I don't know why, but, well, it's in knowledge, so I guess it is.

...... Yeah, I'm going to do some proper research later.

I don't want to move on and know, but if it's weird common sense to not know, I'd be scared.

Well, I don't know what to do with this Osama.

"Is that all you can call evidence?

I look down at the man rolling in front of me, quietly asking just that.

Then he gave up his eyes somewhere and exhaled.

What more do you need?

On that question, I'll come up with a few ideas.

Hmm.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

... but I don't care, I got a little bit of a crush on this guy.

He seems like some pretty strong guy, and that's why I guess the butler left it to me to figure out what to do with that response.

... but killing or something, I still can't.

I've only seen murder on TV, and I can't do that after all this talk and making you feel like pure fun for a long time.

...... There's no way I can.

All right, I've made up my mind.

It's like riding this guy's truck. I don't know what to do.

Get the right information and let's miss it.

If I come for my life, I'll be ready then, and I'll smash you to death.

Let's do that, let's go like that.

I feel like we're putting the problem behind us, but that's good now.

'Cause I can't afford it.

I can't do much good now that I don't have enough information, but I'll do anything later.

I'm the one who made the decision, so I'm the one who'll be in trouble later.

Others may be in trouble, but that's not what I found out.

Besides, I want you to flush the fact that I'm strong in the back neighborhood.

Less fear of assassination.

I would like to go in that direction.

And I open my mouth.

"...... so?

"To?"

When I asked him quietly and like nothing, he was considered a poker with some dumb face.

... if you can open your mouth like that, don't want to try sticking your fist in that mouth.

I reassemble my arms and look down at Osama with that in mind.

"So what do you want to do?

"You believe me!?

Hearing my words, Osama jumped as surprised.

Oh, no. This guy is funny after all.

It depends on the information you have.

When he managed to calmly answer as he enjoyed becoming a Doya face, the man gave a visible and happy look.

If you want to add sound effects, pah, pecker! Or something like that?

"Thank you, sir! I'll be with you for the rest of my life! You can dedicate all of mine!

Wait, you can't say that.

I have a lot to say.

"I don't need it all."

"Why!

For now, if you refuse, I don't understand anything! I was protested with a look like that, because I don't understand your thoughts, me.

I don't know if it's because it's Mr. Augusto's body, but it's something terribly disgusting.

"I have no taste in socchi."

"What?"

If I told him Kippari, Osama blued his complexion as he looked at it, after a kyoton of faces about whether he couldn't catch up with understanding for a moment.

"No! Not even for me! Because that's not what I meant!

Understood, okay.

"Time to get down to business"

"Don't ignore me, sir! I really don't have a hobby for sotch! Because it's not! Because it's a misunderstanding!

"Hustle up, talk fast"

"Yes."

He was still calling something, so he stared down and stared, urging ahead, and Osama turned pissy and straight as he rolled in an honest reply with his true face.

Yeah, it's a little neat.

"So?"

"Well, I'll tell you. This time I'm here to investigate my husband."

Once again, I prompted him to come back with such a response.

I see, is that what I'm for?

But why?

"... there was one handsome maid, wasn't there? I was driven out on purpose to see how things were going because I failed."

"Hmm?"

Oh, that guy who seemed like half a servant as a maid.

Seems like he resented Mr. Augusto, and I have no idea what happened after that because he threw a round at the butler, but you were so curious about sending someone different soon, employer.

I guess there were other rats there then, considering the information was passed on quickly.

"That manky maid, for once, was the most powerful man in the hands of her employer at that time.

Because it failed, I had to be stronger than that next time, and I was driven out by a heirloom swordsman. "

Yeah, I don't know, but I think he was so wary of me to bring it even stronger because of how it went.

Oh, that, or maybe the rat who reported it said a lot.

"I see, so?

"...... So, when I went into my husband's room in secret, I thought I was asleep, but they iced me, and I got caught"

"Ho."

I... wonder if he was sleeping...

No, yeah, I thought something was going on because I woke up in the morning and people were rolling, but the killer, me?

He doesn't seem to be here, like an escort.

... I'd like to do something about it because it's a little dangerous to use magic in autos...

Oh, but just the right rat, Mr. Whee?

"I managed to help you with the magic of temporary death, but if it wasn't for me, you'd be freezing to death, alle."

"I see."

How strong of a magic did you use me?

Please, we have to try to use it as soon as possible.

If I was asleep, I would have killed him, I want to make sure there's no next time, or nothing funny at all.

"By the way, my employer..."

That's all I'm saying. I'll shut up, Osama.

And stare at me.

"What's the matter, say it quickly"

When I encouraged him to go ahead, Osama tilted his neck.

"Do not dispose?

"Seems so desperate to be disposed of"

You know, you're Osama, but you're cute. You, you bruise, you want to shiva.

It's better because he's some good-looking guy, but now if he was a regular Osama, he'd be hitting me. Definitely.

"Ah! I'm sorry! Okay, I'll tell you what.

My employer is Rags-deux-Leinbach, the prime minister of this country. "

You panicked about my words, he apologized again as he jumped bitchy, then corrected his residence.

I thought so, I turned a slightly suspicious gaze at such a response out of his mouth.

That's him, isn't it, you know, your belly-black looking uncle?

I guess it's Grandpa now.

You're a big shot.

Thanks to you, your credibility's gone, Osama.

"Hmm, even if that's the truth, what's in it for you to tell me?

"It's not going to be a big deal to be back.

Then you'd better make it look dead and work somewhere else. "

"Ho."

Well, I know what you're trying to say.

"It's too expensive to hire a guy like that for a lot of money. It's not good. I work there.

If it doesn't help, let go of the assassin, and we'll get rid of it right away, right? No... "

I was surprised at him just to say it cold as throwing it away.

You can do that cold look, too.

This kind of thing makes the world's women gap-adorable or something?

Oh, no, I was one of the women of the world.

Gap adore... don't, why not.

I'm drawn to the feeling of flesh, is that it?

Grandpa Rheinbach, you're hopeless.

"Well, that's wacky, please, sir! Help me!

Jumping with the bitches again, Osama begs me,... no, that's an appeal, here.

Yeah, uh.

"... a lot lighter to beg for your life."

"......... well, I can't help it, they're my husband.

If you're the nobleman you usually deal with, you don't get caught, and if you do, you can get away with it right away. "

"Hmm?"

Does that mean I'm out of standard?

That's rude, it makes me want to shiva.

He looked up at me with a confident expression, never noticing me thinking such disturbing things inside.

"Well, if you say it with pure strength, you lose to“ crimson, "but strength is an origami wax.

You don't have two names for Dada, do you? Me. "

"I see."

Yeah, I don't know.

And then Doya faces angry.

Well, it's a very surreal sight because it stays rolled.

"Well, I mean, I can't afford to go out of my way to fool someone I'm no match for, and I want to help you with everything, and I want money for you, too,"

With a serious face, there was a little intimacy in Osama who assured me that such a monstrous thing would kick in.

It's more favorable than being freakishly deluded, good, this kind of nori.

"So?"

"Hey, I'll work hard for my husband, so won't you miss it? That's consultation."

Again, I was kind of upset by those words with my neck tilted.

That's funny, you're some good-looking Osama and you're dying to hit me, huh? Why? Because I don't like it?

"Do you have any proof or assurance that it's not false?

It could be your employer's ploy. "

"What are you talking about, husband, he's so strong like you. Turn to your enemies, what the hell do you get? I don't want to die yet.

I was unnecessarily upset that they responded like that in the face.

I mean, I've been trying not to think about it, but I really seem out of standard.

I don't know, I'm getting a little sad.

"Well, then bring me some evidence of Lord Rheinbach's wrongdoing."

"What, are you good for such an easy job?

I was going to push the challenge to figure out how to do this, but I was surprised at how clapped it out.

"Hmm?"

"You'll have trouble underestimating me, sir.

Regardless of assassinations and all that, investigation and intelligence is my monopoly patent, and in the world behind it, you're not gonna let anyone beat me to it, are you?

Doya face angry tip.

I mean, you've come out a long way, you Osama.

Can you do that? Really?

Well, it doesn't have to be, it's a good excuse to get away.

I see. Bring it by tomorrow.

"Copy that, by tomorrow."

Osama confidently shows understanding.

Yeah, I still want to punch Doya in the face angry.

With that in mind, he instructed the butler to untie him, and he quickly left to drop him off as he was.

"Sir, may I?

With a quiet voice, but he didn't seem to be convinced, the butler asks me.

Yeah, well, you can't help it, can you?