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

I didn't have a name.

And by the time I got my mind on it, I was already trained in an organization that I don't know what kind of good it is.

Apparently, I was better suited for covert operations, so focus on that one over the assassination.

I grew up being told that one parent was a demon clan.

Because it seems that the only thing that holds the attributes of darkness is the one that brings them to the Demon Clan.

The image of man, of the devil tribe, is bad.

They already asked me a lot about sipping life blood, being pleasant, liking murder, but I didn't think of anything in particular.

Instead, I didn't think about it, I wasn't shaken by anything, I just lived pale.

Honestly... it didn't matter.

It has no goal, it's not worth living, it gets work, it just ripens.

Other covert companions wanted to have their own Lord one day and be named to him, saying so and taking requests from various places, but I didn't like to be tied to it by someone.

I've never had a problem with having no name.

Besides, it was easy not to have a deep relationship, only while I received the request.

I don't care about other people, I have feelings, but I don't really compare to other guys.

But being faceless was a lot of trouble, and I couldn't help but laugh appropriately as a virgin.

There was no such thing as a normal guy around me, but I did wonder if I was normal.

Because it's half demonic, I didn't know if that's why.

As for the Demons, I did some research.

It's only half the time, but it seems to be about me.

But it was hardly in the kind of book that was around.

As much as I thought you didn't like demons.

I brushed my arms to read a forbidden book that looked like it was managed in the Royal Castle.

I thought it would be a little better that way.

Happiness or unhappiness, or various demons, I can't judge, but the original ability seems to have been high, and I was able to reach the realm that seems to take more than thirty years for a normal guy, in about fifteen years.

By then, I had snuck into the Royal Castle library and found a decent book written about the Demons so that I could even read it slowly.

But the contents of the key book, it was kind of frigid.

The appearance is almost the same as that of a human being, but all in all, it is highly magical, long lived, and the area is still good.

It was particularly frigid that it was imprinted as an instinct to worship those who had the strength of their far other side.

That's why I didn't believe in it at all.

I think you've read and fished all kinds of books before you sneak in and understand the Demons.

Half of it was about me, but I didn't feel realistic at all, and it just seemed like more knowledge was wasted.

When I realized it, it was called “gray silver” because of the color of my hair and eyes, and it seemed to become famous next to "crimson" in the world behind me.

As long as we pile up the money, we can sneak into any mansion, even the castle, as a secret.

"Grey silver, sneak into the Duke of Verstein's house"

Unlike silver-haired, just gray-haired jizzy ordered me to look down.

Cold, like a fool, a normal guy would be frustrated and teething, enough to sprout a willingness to kill, a look of contempt.

No matter how much money you get, even I sometimes hate it, this time my employer sucks.

I'm supposed to be the prime minister of this country, but I only see the immediate interests and my position.

Candidate Rugs du Reinbach.

I looked down at me like I was garbage or something with a good look that I knew if I was good, others wouldn't care, but basically I didn't care, so I ignored that gaze.

"Uh, why me?

Even the employer doesn't break this attitude or tone.

This was the only thing that made me recognize as me.

No, that's a lot to say.

It's just a habit, it just can't get out, maybe.

I never knew about my emotions.

"Well, it seems to have been an unexpected situation. Find out."

"So I'd like to know why? There were some people there."

Honestly, it stinks like I'm being driven out on purpose for just that reason.

"... one of them got caught."

It's heartfelt depressing, I want to say, with a round-table attitude, jizzy squirming like throwing up.

Now I'm usually told to be warm and merciful and saintly and so on, so good. This jizzy thing, it's kind of - it's a deep business, isn't it?

"Huh? So what's a wacko about unsuccessful assassination?

"... I was planning on slowly debilitating him to death, but all of a sudden, after holding him back, there was a report of a woman being caught."

Based on the philosophy that he didn't need pawns or anything that didn't work out the way he wanted, Jizii was trying to finish off the Duke of Verstein.

The position is above itself, even if it has been foolish since the loss of my wife, basically defiant of me, so, I don't need it.

That's all this jizzy is about, assassinating one person, okay?

But that failed.

Besides, isn't a woman the strongest guy I've ever sent in or in the hands of anyone but me?

"What is it, why is it happening?"

"You have to find out."

I'm going to order you to stink. Jizzy.

I know why, but I don't like it.

Me too.

...... but I guess I have to go. Here.

If you refuse, you'll be willing to send in an assassin.

It's not like I can't win, but I'm going to spend my money on man-made sea tactics for this jizzy waste.

Paying good money, but turning it over to the enemy smells so annoying, it is a reputable jizz in the neighborhood behind it.

"Uh, yes, yes, I see. It's a good idea to end the stupidity that finally caught you."

"Uhm."

"Play the reward."

My voice was probably made unheard of, and I left Jizzi's mansion.

In conclusion, I failed.

I've snuck in a few times before, so I figured you were right when I said I could afford it.

Still, I wasn't alarmed, and I was being discreet.

But that was beyond what I could handle.

... it was easy to get rid of the clumsiness.

Everything is easy to spot and kill because you were originally weaker than me, and you were stuck in a locker.

But the Duke's bedroom.

Only that room, everything else, was different.

The moment I walked into the room from behind the ceiling, I had the illusion that I was going to die of oppression.

By the time I understood it, it was already too late.

My body didn't move.

While I don't understand what happened, the only thing I know is that I'm frozen.

I did not want to die and exercised the magic of being in a state of provisional death, desperate to stop the consciousness that was about to be pruned, thinking that I would have no use for myself.

The next time I noticed it, it was rolled in a rolling state, just like the dump I had started.

I'm surprised they're alive, but I've already killed the dumb woman I was capturing to get information, so if you kill me, the mastermind is completely in the dark.

I mean, I was convinced that was the case.

That's when a duke's private soldier-like man questioned me because I realized it, but I only said, let the duke see me.

I hadn't thought about what I would do when I saw him.

I didn't even really think I'd see you.

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

Cold enough to make such an illusion that you feel a cold, bottom-cold, midwinter-like temperature on your skin.

Raise your face to that voice, and you were there, a man of such beauty as you have never seen before.

Ice blue eyes, blue silver hair, and a cold look.

That's all I remember, the face of the Duke of Verstein.

Who the hell is this guy?

But why, it was nice to meet you, I felt like I was here.

I didn't know why.

Does anyone know how I feel at this moment?

"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?

Though my voice didn't tremble, I didn't know what I was talking about, what I said.

I asked, as usual, in such a state that I knew nothing but confusion.

I've never had emotions disrupted like this, so rather, it even seemed like a miracle that they were speaking as usual.

"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. "

A kicking response, and that person's cold gaze shoots me through.

The illusion of the heart being grabbed by an eagle.

But it's not offensive.

No, not if you're thinking about it.

I don't know what to do, what to do

I mean, what the hell is this emotion?

I don't know why, but I'll say the words anyway.

"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."

Kippell, I got kicked in the ass.

I'm in a terrible hurry inside, but I don't know how to make an expression of that, so I can only have my usual grin.

But anyway, I answered carefully not to bite.

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

Wait a minute. I'm too tempered to be like self-appealing. What is it?

I don't know myself.

What are you doing to me?

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

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

My words, which I said reflexively, were silent, no matter what I thought.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. What are you doing?

As soon as possible, the man released his magic.

"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!

No, I can't do this to a boulder. I'm gonna die!

I felt my heart made an unpleasant noise on the excess pressure, so I was unusual and desperate to apologize.

"Right. I don't care."

But normally, the man begins to wrap his magic around his hands.

Yeah, yeah! Wait a minute. No, I don't want to die!

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

I can't even show evidence in this state.

Anyway, I made the best appeal I could in this state.

Even so, I can only make my body jump.

It hurts so plainly to hit my body on the floor, but now was not the time to say that.

Being so desperate to jump, the person inadvertently moved his gaze somewhere.

After that gaze, there's one butler man who seems to have been holding back.

The fact that this man is a butler means that this man serves this man in front of you.

The moment I understood it, it was an emotion I'd never felt before.

As a drop, ugly, negative emotions.

And what came to mind was, why is he serving this guy, even I want to serve him, what an unreasonable thought for that matter.

It was, for the first time in my life, the jealousy I felt for others.

Think in the calm part of the corner of your head.

I wonder why you put your shoulder so far on the first person you met, and even jealous of another guy for the first time in your life.

Though questionable, I was there to accept it.

─ ─ Instinct as a demon clan ─ ─

I wanted to exhale thoughtfully into that knowledge that I remembered unexpectedly.

This person is different than before, I guess.

I can only answer if they ask me what it is.

If you insist, is that magic?

No, thanks. I don't think that's all.

I didn't want to believe you. Such instincts.

But when everything was different so far, I had to admit.

Fu, the deacon's man's, his nervous eyes and gaze.

When I thought, the man approached me and took off his headscarf.

The employer and even his peers will be exposed under the magical stone lights that illuminate the dungeon under the headscarf they have never shown.

Even the face is dewy, but that didn't matter.

Instead, I even felt like I had to show this person in front of me everything, and I didn't want to hide anything.

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

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

The result of desperately appealing to the words that convinced me somewhere to fold up created a situation where I would stare at this person in front of me.

I don't know what to do, they're watching.

No, I said look, it's me!

But when I get stuck like that, I don't know why.

Ice blue eyes like gems are going to climb up like fools to the fact that they see me in their sights.

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

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

I desperately appealed to him to say so, then I remembered that there was also a handful of people in the world who could tell the attributes

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

That's how the man who stares at me looks shining in the dim lights of the shack.

But this, I wonder what the hell filters are hanging on, what looks so glittery.

"Dark attribute? That's unusual."

"Right!?

I let the person who hit my attributes get up from the rolling position all the time.

This guy is amazing.

No, I knew it was amazing, but it's really amazing.

'Cause you need the right amount of magic to know the target's attributes.

But this guy's made it.

That means the magical power of a wise man.

Sage men are so out-of-standard that they are called half-gods, chosen by God.

That this person may be equal to or more than that.

There's no reason not to respect that.

"Is that all you can call evidence?

Well, the guy said that quietly and looked down at me.

I accidentally understood with the same cold eyes.

Oh...... so far.

Conflict, or words fall zero out of your mouth.

What more do you need?

There was nothing left to put out.

Even if you don't think about it, there's no way a man like me has anything but strength and appearance to prove himself.

I didn't know this was going to happen, even though I can't help it because I might come in the way of my job if I had something like that.

I only have a forged identity card, a family registry.

I didn't have anything.

"...... so?

"To?"

When I turned my consciousness to the person in front of me to ask a quiet question, he looked at me like nothing was going on.

"So what do you want to do?

Pale, then quiet, asked to be sure, bouncing reflexively.

"You believe me!?

It depends on the information you have.

That means I still have a chance to live, too.

Even if I presented the information, I didn't know if you would really help me, but still, I was unhappy with the pattern.

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

"I don't need it all."

"Why!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

What am I supposed to do? I'm in shock.

"I have no taste in socchi."

"What?"

I didn't know what the person's words were for a moment, but the next moment I understood them, my blood went down all at once.

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

That's so awesome!

No, wait a minute. What's wrong with me? What are you thinking?

What are you thinking positively about yourself?

You don't have a hobby for soccer, do you?

"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."

I tried so hard to solve the misunderstanding, but I was lightly kicked with the intimidation.

I freaked out and my body got stiff, but I don't think I have a choice.

'Cause I'm scared.

Then he talked about my employer's thoughts and information.

If I was reluctant to tell you my employer's name, you threatened me and made me sick again. I want you to tell me that you love me.

The desperate persuasion was worth it. I don't know, he didn't believe me, but I think it was good because it seemed like he was convinced of a lot of things at once.

Besides, they just do the easy job of bringing evidence of that jizzy wrongdoing within the day, and they believe it to some extent.

If you take this job, you'll turn that nasty, stinking jizzy on your enemies, but okay.

There's no such thing as a stronger guy than me, and I'll try anything.

So determined, I went back to Jijii's mansion after being freed by a butler.

It's easy to sneak in without any suspicion because you were hired until yesterday.

Still, I'll be vigilant, and it's natural to act cautiously.

"Back, Grey Silver"

"Yes, I'm home."

Exchange appropriate greetings as you descend directly in front of Jiji from behind the ceiling.

"So, how was it?"

"I can't do anything about it. There's something out of the standard."

Answer with a sigh to the depressing jizz who asks you if you want to know the result or hurry.

Then even the rugged face of Jiji became even more rugged.

"What do you mean?"

"... I'm done with the dumb-ass. But that Duke Sama, he was so out of standard about what happened. And he was thin."

For once, you don't have to look into it to give only the information you know.

"What the...!? So he even became a sage!?

"I don't know because I couldn't even get close. It's like I'm giving up my life for a job like this. I'll let you down now."

Ignoring the impatient jizz, he returned to the back of the ceiling and Jizzy still said something.

"... wait, we need to find out more."

"Spare me being magically frozen the moment I was found. Money or something. I'm sorry about this.

"Wait! You're betraying me!

You persevere, you jizzy.

"That's out-of-heart, they just hired you for money, right? I can't do anything I can't do. You can leave it to the other reckless guys.

"Nooo..."

I noticed Jijii leaking a groan of regret.

If I leave him alone, he'll be sent another assassin or something, which will annoy him.

I can't take that.

So I decided to just say one last word.

"Oh, yeah, I'll give you some advice."

"...... what"

"That Duke Sama, turning it to the enemy is such a pain in the ass, you better stop it.

Unless you want to die socially or physically. Bye. "

That's all I said, I left Zizii's mansion with documents that were evidence of fraud, not just souvenirs.

It's really kind of me to advise you.

Then, as requested, he returned to the person within that day and handed over the documents.

You understood it was real, and I think you trusted my arm.

I can't believe they asked me why I didn't run, but there's only one reason for that.

My lord is good for this man.

I've talked about my dreams and everything, but that's what I thought anyway.

I even brought up the Demon's contract to try to get people to trust this feeling, but that made me look a little nasty.

Well, I can't help thinking he's crazy about wanting to be a slave from himself.

But that's about it, I meant it.

But you didn't convince me.

"... one, let's hear it"

"What?"

"Until you betray Rheinbach, you try to come to me, for what reason?

I guess it's just a taste. "

If they asked me while I was stuck like that, I couldn't possibly do anything I wouldn't answer.

That's why we talked about the properties of the less known demons, and then we got ready to put them into words.

"... I'm half demonic, aren't I?

That's why I fell in love with you at first sight. "

"... don't make a creepy expression."

The moment I said it, that's what the person in front of me said and pulled my face apart.

Something's already shocked me, holding my head with both hands, squatting, moaning.

"But there's nothing else! Words that can express this feeling! I'm a jerk too! It's disgusting!

No, I really don't know myself anymore.

Why is this happening?

I wasn't expecting a day to disgust myself for coming this far.

I'm seriously sick of myself. Somebody help me.

"... what kind of thing is that?"

"I want to stay with this guy for the rest of my life, he's so cool, I can never forgive him for doing this guy harm, he wants to be useful, he wants to protect me, he wants to be on his side,... there's more, but listen?

"......... no, good"

I've had some distant eyes, but I can't help it.

Not even me, if Osama like me told me that.

"Uh, no, I'm sick of myself, but I can't stand this feeling or..., how many times, novice torture?

"I don't."

"Right.

I was unintentionally stupid, but all I got was a pale reply from the guy.

Yeah, I knew.

No matter how much instinct, I feel so bad about myself.

Besides, maybe that guy doesn't feel good either.

Nobody's supposed to be bad, but I'm getting sorry.

Wow! What the hell is this, really?

Seriously disgusting, seriously disgusting.

I want to cry.

No, I won't cry, but I'm going to cry.

I've never felt this way before. I'm not happy at all.

Wasn't I in tears? This.

"... have you ever wanted to serve another wise man?"

Reminds me once again of such a question that I was asked.

Ever since I gained that knowledge, I've looked so far away that I don't care about sage men or those famous for their strength, and I've been driven so close by necessity, I don't think my emotions have boiled down to this point.

"Uh, speaking of which, I don't...

Sure, he's very strong and he's not a worshipper, but he doesn't like it.

What, wait, the others?

I mean, is that what this is all about?

"Oh, I became a sage about the other day."

Like affirming my words, the man nodded like nothing.

"... are you serious...! I don't know what to do, I don't know what this feels like when I meet a celebrity who is a huge fan...!"

"I don't."

"Right.

I knew you'd get a kick out of it, but I'm a little lonely.

And I got the name Cinza, and I was supposed to serve that man, the Duke of Verstein, no, my husband Sama.

In the meantime, that butler is so angry, I don't know what I can do about it, but I moved to gather information for my husband Sama.

One more thing, history has changed.

Originally, he is a medium boss character who never meets the Duke, but only appears as a handkerchief to the Chancellor.

It was decided that the Duke would survive the poison in the name of the disease.

However, this was the result of his survival as a wise man.

Originally, the Duke, who lived without dying, completely broke his personality due to the effects of poison.

That made him such a foolish man that when he came out of the game he could only be used as a biter.

In order to do so, God determined that the original specs could not be restored without being high, and so stipulated.

Let's just say this is why the Duke's specs were so high.

The only miscalculation was that the Duke's heart and soul were weak.

The contents are different, the settings have changed slightly.

That's all it took to make this change.

God just looked at it, nibbling.

Do it, it's so funny, what a proclamation.