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

Finish your breakfast and go straight to the butler's office.

Blurry, I guess this is going to be the routine, how dare you, I proceeded with my feet.

The view from this hallway window is apparently the courtyard of this mansion.

You can also see the rose garden, which is beautifully prepared.

I can see other flowers, but I guess all the red flowers were for Julia.

...... but I think it would be better to mix flowers of another color with a pointing color because the basics are just red and looking bad.

Why don't you tell the butler later?

By the way, is it tonal, warm, white, or black that fits red?

There are few flower types, so you can increase them.

Oh, by the way, today's breakfast was about bread like butter rolls, soup with a corn soup-like flavor, and then bacon baked in crisps wrapped around asparagus like vegetables.

There was no salt or pepper flavoring, but the bacon tasted good with dark eyes, so I ate it fine.

It was very delicious.

I was the one who couldn't eat too much in the morning, but I'm thankful I haven't been that bitter since I became Mr. Augusto's body.

Because eating something delicious reduces stress.

...... but I wonder if Mr. Augusto was pigging at binge eating to reduce stress...

With that in mind, I sit on a chair that I feel like I'm finally used to sitting on the third day.

Then he called to the butler while he took the documents nearby.

"Alfredo"

"I was informed today that Sherrier the needle wanted me to look at the design of a new treat because it was ready. How can I help you?"

I haven't told you anything yet, but I think it's Deacon Boulder who's getting through.

I mean, even now, my scheduling is the butler's job.

I feel like this yesterday too, so I wonder if non-work management has been a round-throat until now.

... will I be suspicious if I manage my schedule...

Then let's just say that we want to do this from the side.

You'll tell me that boulders need confirmation.

But I'm still too guessy and scared.

Yeah, I don't care! Get used to it, me!

"Hmm, that's fast. Tell him to come here later."

While I say that to Eagle Deep, I check the documents in my hand as they are.

I've gotten used to this act step by step, but it doesn't distract me.

There's no way I can predict what's going to happen and what's going to happen.

You don't get it.

With that in mind, my gaze is fixed on the paperwork.

Uh, I did calculate this far yesterday, so yeah, it's okay, you remember.

All right, calculations for now.

With a feather pen in my hand, I go with the profits in my head.

... but I don't think it's been two days since that interview, I guess it's my fault.

You're working so fast, Mr. Needle.

Well, it's at the design stage, and is that early?

Thoughts, calculations and actions, by the way, are all concurrent, so it hasn't been two seconds in the meantime.

Sage is amazing.

"I'm in awe. And a few letters have arrived."

Having said that after paying a respectful tribute to my reply, the butler took some letters out of his nostalgia and arranged them in an empty space on his desk.

"Hmm."

... this is a bit, I'll have to turn the calculations later.

Contempt for the letter won't be a busy thing.

Even in modern times, I left my emails, letters and direct emails unaware, and payment was delayed or all sorts of other annoying things.

The worst part was that I didn't withdraw my rent from my account and the late payment was an awesome amount.

I thought I was going to die a little.

Return the feather pen you had, lay the paperwork aside, and take a light glance at the letter, then take one appropriately.

Is this, uh, uh, a reply from Sir Sylvester that I sent out yesterday morning?

You got a reply in a day.

Wasn't this world's transportation, basically a horse?

Is there any other means of postal service?

I don't know, so I'll check later.

I'm afraid I've forgotten too much to check.

Oh, but is Mr. Augusto's spec okay?.

Sort of good. Uh, the content is.........

Yeah, yeah?, yeah.

...... Something so friendly?

No, maybe it's your fault, and let's reread it again.

............... it's so friendly after all. Here.

In the meantime, translate into Japanese, here's the deal.

“Dear Duke of Verstein,

Thanks for your letter! I feel like I've had more people since yesterday, so that's totally ok!

It stinks of trouble to decide on a day out or something, so when this letter arrives, we'll go that way!

Thank you then!

Note that this letter automatically turns into a destination summons team.

Genius Silvest. "

......... yeah.

"......... Alfredo"

"Why not?"

"I hear Lord Sylvester is coming now."

"... from now on, are you"

"And it looks like he's going to move directly here, not through the gate."

"What about............?

He said it was too unexpected for the butler, too, and that such a voice was rarely overflowing.

I don't know what else to do, but I would definitely say the same thing if they told me that.

At that time, when I wondered if the magical things in my body had moved just a little on their own, I was sucked into the letter and went.

It's good because it doesn't decrease at all, but it's bad for the heart.

No, 'cause it moves plain to the feeling that cheating... is disgusting.

It's like when an amoeba or something moves.

The next moment I thought about it, the letter left my hand and floated in the universe.

Floated?

Oh, wait, what is this?

Staring at the floating letter as it accidentally became an inner poker.

On the outside, it's just a quiet stare, but an inner fuss.

I don't have a choice.

No, seriously, it doesn't make sense anymore.

When the fluttering letter seemed to have moved into the center of the office like a wind, a ball of light appeared with the sound of tearing the air called cum.

And at the next moment, that ball of light emits a dazzling light, too.

If you want to make it sound, kah! would it be closest?

I don't really know what the hell happened, but the feeling connected me to this place and something came along.

I don't know the principles or the sapphire, but I do know that it was somehow activated in exchange for magic.

I don't even know why.

I don't even know how awesome the hell this is, so I can't take any reactions.

I really don't know what to say anymore.

And when that light went out to converge slowly, there was one person standing there.

Bright white, loosely wavy long beard, bright white hair, small round glasses, lots of wrinkles like years engraved.

Skinny Santa Claus, if you like.

A typical wizard who appears in a picture book, may I say.

My back is not bent, so when I was in my early years, something like that.

No, I don't know.

I especially feel that way because I wear clothes like khaki-colored robes.

Nico and his laughing grandfather opened his mouth with pleasure, making him feel like a favorite.

"Well, apparently it's real!

... Wait a minute. What did you just say?

There are a lot of things that bother me, but for now, I decided to digest you at the same time.

"... Old Master, I'm so sorry, but what the hell does that mean?"

'Cause, what, you know, a statement like there's a phony.

That's the question I asked while thinking about it, but my grandfather tells Nico with a smile no different.

"If you're fooling a sage, it's because before the summons is activated, you're sucked out of magic with insufficient magic and full of life, and you're dying!

Oh, seriously, I'm here, sage fake.

From what I've been told, I guess it's a con artist or something like that.

Oreole, the fraudulent one, or Takari, maybe they did.

Then I don't know what else to do. Is that why!

What a murderer, you grandpa! Yada, I'm scared!

"...... that's another noisy trap"

Don, I pulled it off, but that manages not to put anything on the table, and I tell you pale, worried about acting calmly.

It's too radical to fight fraud!

"Because it's depressing. You can't live like a man who tries to plot against his habit of living?

Even naturally, Grandpa leans his neck, pointing his lips as if he were a little obstinate.

No, it's not, you've got some more.

"Conversely, you should summon it to yourself, hang it on your own even on the contract of the demon of use, and use it as good"

Hmm?,... I've noticed since I said it, but I don't know about this one either.

That, I guess it's better to die, here.

'Cause nobody seems human rights?

No, I don't know what the demon contract looks like!

Well, I guess I'll have to do some digging later.

By the way, Mr. Augusto's knowledge of how uninterested he was, only his knowledge of the offensive posture and such.

Defenses, cover-ups, aids, that kind of one-point breakthrough.

They have that, but they don't need themselves, that's what it seems like to have been left out.

Magic, body work, swordsmanship, everything, so you're so biased.

I don't know anything about the minimum allowances or anything like this brain-muscle warlord.

Oh, but my diplomatic knowledge was decent.

When I was thinking about it, my grandfather found something interesting, but he stroked his long beard in an atmosphere that seemed to say.

"Well, I see, you're a pretty good-looking cunt. But did you, too, have that hand?"

Oh, shit. It's this grandpa Norinoli.

It's a pattern that has given the noisy grandfather extra wisdom. Here it is.

But I can't pull it off before I say it.

Adrift is hard like this, isn't it?

No, it would be fun, really, because life depends on me.

...... In the meantime, I'm going to mislead you by saying something like that.

"You don't have a chance to get a convenient throwaway pawn."

"Hmm, because I was there enough to make a division. What a shame. I'm an idiot!

Grandpa moans in an unfortunate voice, stroking his chin over and over again at the same tempo.

It would be a cute grandfather if it was a more normal topic, but I don't know how to do it, because of the conversation that kills him.

'Cause that means this grandfather is killing people for that matter.

I'm so scared.

......... yeah, okay! Let's change the story.

"So, Old Master, may you be Lord Sylvester?"

"Um, I'm Genius Sylvester."

If you want to add sound effects, Deng! I wonder.

What a great-looking grandfather he is to name with a good chest.

Yeah? Wait, Uncle Neighborhood, what status are you from?

From that question, I'll hang up my search with the knowledge in my head.

Applicable, 1.

- Borderline uncle

A title of status so much as alongside the Duke.

In this country, the king appoints him as a one-generation honorary title.

Because the main task is the power of battle in times of need, basically sage men are often chosen.

Oh, he was such a great guy!

Besides, he's about as great as I am!

Oh, well, not if you're thinking about it, say hello.

"I'm late, I'm the Duke of Augusto Verstein, I'm a young man, but I'd like to offer you guidance."

Greeting is important.

My ancestors basically tend to be polite.

That said, I lost my tone a little bit from the translation, I'm sorry, Grandpa.

"I don't know if you're going to be awed. I don't know if you're going to be great.

Right?

"I'm sorry about this. Sapphire what attitude and tone are right."

It's troublesome, but I shake my head gently as I play to create an atmosphere that seems to say.

Same position, but much older, and sage.

Well, you don't have to act or anything. You're seriously having trouble judging, so it's going to be a natural act.

"Don't worry about it, Mon. Don't be a waste of time."

Seeing me in a awe-inspiring and bewildering act, Grandpa said brightly, laughing at Nico in a favorable atmosphere that looked down on his grandson.

I don't know, but I forgive you in person, you did it, Mr. August!

Oh, but let's make sure.

I don't care if they complain later.

"Hmm, so can I treat you like a friend?

"I don't mind! I'm old enough for a title, and I'm getting any better along the way!

Ho ho, and laughing like Santa Claus, he doesn't even show how he cares at all, and Grandpa answers.

Yes, I took the word.

Then you're good enough already!

I see. Let me do that.

"I look great all at once, Nushi"

If I behaved in grandeur and in the same way as I always do, I'd be stuck in some sort of shaky way.

No, but you're taking the word for it.

Mostly, I'm going to work.

Ignore the convenience of this one and suddenly you're here to interrupt, so it's good, I think it's better to treat it more appropriately.

That's why I'll keep going.

"It's a habit, thank you for not caring too deeply"

"It's a habit, that's what you have to do. The habit of touching this mustache won't fall out after hundreds of years."

If Sarah misled appropriately, I'd be convinced of something with a straight face.

I see, is it him who talks about experience?

Well, I don't know.

Habits don't fall out of consciousness.

Because I'm unconscious.

Me? I act consciously of everything during the act, so unless it's Mr. Augusto's habit or something, I'm not in my original habit, I should be.

By the way, my habit is to hang my hair in my ear and then somehow touch my ear as it is.

It is a regrettable memory that I was unable to drill a piercing hole because of this habit.

I couldn't help it because I didn't like it when it was purulent and my ears disappeared.

As an actress, that's kind of impossible.

Well, good, let's change the story.

I don't even know Mr. Augusto's habits if I keep talking about them.

No matter how many memories I have, I don't know if I'm unconscious.

"By the way, the letter said," I've had more friends since about yesterday. "

"Well, yeah. I'm sorry I started trying your Nushi!

That's what I said, hands together, grandpa with a pecked head down.

... well, if you were a normal person, you'd be dead.

Attempted murder, isn't it? Scary.

I don't think it's right to just apologize for the verbal answer, but, well, good, I'm scared.

"So that's false?

When I checked again, my grandfather answered me as he corrected his residence and Nico.

"No, a sage can feel the presence of a sage other than himself.

I just don't know if he's around here!

That's why they let me do this. "

"I see."

Convinced, one nod.

If it's such a vague feeling, we might not have a choice.

... but someone would have died if I had taken the wrong step.

If someone reads that letter with an attitude,

If I stink and let the butler recite,

Just thinking about it made my stomach area cum.

Wow - I don't like it - I'm afraid of nobles.

My life is too light for me.

Warring States.

But that's the thing, so I guess I can't help it.

Even if I'm not convinced, I'll have to.

In the meantime, I'll see if I can figure out a sage later, too.

I think there's more and more lists of things to do later.

......... well, good, we'll figure it out! I'm sure!

"Uh, and then, when I see you officially, you smell like a lot of trouble..."

Fu, I was so convinced by the words of my grandfather, who groaned like a bottomless heart.

"Oh, I see, I do want to beg your pardon for getting into trouble"

Whatever, here and now, the Duke and the two bearers of power second only to the royal family, the Border Uncle, are meeting.

Is that why you transferred it?

"What a treason! What a pain in the ass if they say so."

"Ha, sure"

Ho, ho, ho!, and I'll laugh lightly at this one so that my laughing grandfather can catch me, but it's not funny.

I'm so fucked with suspicion of hitting the prison gates.

Thank you, Grandpa. I'll just thank you now anyway.

"Oh Nushi, you look so bad, even though it's surprisingly fitting."

"I was born with this. Oh, Alfredo, something to drink."

I remember a portrait of an abandoned royal, or Hihihi, grandfather, but I think he looked so evil that he inherited it from generation to generation.

So please don't go into it too much.

With that in mind, I put aside the documents and letters that were on the butler's desk and give instructions to the butler.

and a teacup was instantly placed on the desk whether it had already been prepared.

"It's tea, but we've prepared it. Sylvester, please call me."

That's what the butler says, urging Grandpa to sit on the couch on the side of the desk where he was placed for a break.

Grandpa said, he sat down on the couch nagging, nicking with some joy.

"I'm sorry about this. But I like coffee."

A quick mouth on a teacup of tea placed at my desk, and a sip of zoops, but a grandfather who proclaims that.

"I hope you don't suddenly come and tell me about Wagamama."

Then don't drink it, Jizzy.

It's a scratch with thoughts like that.

"Ho ho ho! And so is that! Sorry, sorry!"

He doesn't even show how he cared at all, and he laughs swallowingly.

If I looked at the butler only with my gaze, I would let him pull his mouth for a moment only.

In my brain, what is this jizzy..., maybe I thought about it.

I don't have a choice.

But the boulder, Deacon, gave me the usual soft grin, and, as always, he answered me with a gracious deed, always answering me.

"Sorry, I'll have it ready next time you're out"

"Yeah, I like yoghmos beans."

Grandpa nodded satisfied with Deacon's response, then just proclaimed it so.

Yeah,... now I think some butler and my heart voice have synchronized.

Of course, what I've just thought about is this giddy...

"I'm awed, not until next time."

"Looking forward to it. Snuggly, uninterrupted magic."

You're going to arrange it quickly, something like a binder pinching something like a slip from my nostalgia and my grandfather, who was answering the butler taking out something like charcoal and taking notes in a relaxed and light condition, suddenly came and changed the subject about my magic for some reason.

Yeah, stop.

"Hmm, I don't want you to feel too conscious, so I'd like you to leave me alone."

I don't want to think about it. Seriously.

Drink teacup tea with that in mind.

I don't know what kind, but it's delicious tea.

Personally, I want to add milk.

Sugar is... good, it's going to get sleepy.

"Ho ho ho! Something funny. Well, if it's all for nothing, it seems fine to simultaneously activate three of the bans."

"I don't want to think of that as a boulder."

I don't know what Kinjutsu is, but I don't even like to bother pulling it out of knowledge, so I'm going to leave it alone.

'Cause I only have a bad feeling.

"Well, surely that situation, as long as the world is not doomed! Ho, ho, ho!

Just kidding, don't tell me anything bad.

I don't want to die because I don't want to.

"Excuse me, excuse me!

Not bad at all, ho, ho! What a swallowing laugh, aptly apologizing grandpa.

I'm flattered, you jizzy bastard.

...... I understand that I am out of standard.

If a sage opponent treats me as if I were equivalent, I guess I'm a sage, no matter how much I don't want to admit it.

But it's tight to be told exactly by someone again.

I guess I'll have to grasp it right one day, but now none of us have room for our minds! Yes, I can't! Over!

So let's change the subject.

"Now it's time to get down to business.

What did I look like to you, may I ask?

Confirmation of who the new wise man is.

Anyway, what a thing like that is the reason I came all the way to the metastasis.

Think that way, tilt the teacup gently.

The fine tea leaves that were sinking at the bottom of the teacup swayed loosely.

"...... yeah. Rumor has it that the Duke has been a fool since he lost his wife, but now he doesn't seem to have any of those monkey shards."

Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The line of sight is something that is certain, something that is certain, something like that.

I exhale small as I take such grandpa's gaze.

"... no, I still think it's scary to lose it.

Therefore, I am very anxious that one day I will repeat the same thing. "

There is no guarantee that I will not do the same with Mr. Augusto.

That is why I must, as soon as possible, understand my position, my situation, my death, my separation, everything.

I'm not ready.

I don't even understand.

It's nothing but stupidity to keep living like that.

"... Regarding it, think of it as destiny and give up.

If you want to live as a sage, you have to accept it. "

Now they're telling me what I'm thinking right now, and I'm laughing.

Even so, it was something similar to ridicule.

"That's not even advice."

"I don't know how, I can only say yes"

Ugh, and in a small sigh, in a tone that sounded like he'd given up somewhere, Grandpa muttered so.

I see, I understand from years of experience that it makes no sense to say anything halfway.

"... you're not going to lick each other's wounds.

Potty and those words spill out of my mouth.

I want you to comfort me because it was hard, my God, I just felt nauseous imagining myself like that.

You're a woman, so you're a woman, okay? That's not true.

I eat up my teeth and move on, I don't look back, if I do, I can do it, I'm not going to say such beautiful things, I'm not going to do it.

But something like the vague beliefs in me, that was the guiding principle of my way of life.

I don't only live in a way that I'm not convinced of.

Just that.

"Then I'll have to get over it myself."

That's what Grandpa said, laughing like trouble.

I was staring down at the tea leaves of a faint shake at the bottom of the cup.

... you'll cry when you want to and can't help it.

Even anger will control you.

There will be a lot of lies to be told to someone in the future.

But that's all I have to digest myself.

I can't live vaguely with someone in mind anymore.

"Very troublesome."

It was undoubtedly my heart to spill a polo from my mouth with my sigh.

No, I'm tired of it. Seriously.

I don't have parents, I don't have friends, I don't even know him from a long time ago.

Everything that matters must be thought, acted upon and decided alone.

Think again. What's this? That's him.

Whatever, it's like being thrown out of a foreign country by yourself, being put in an important position.

This, if you're a normal person, kill yourself. Right.

Me? I've never thought about suicide or anything like that.

I've been trying to get into the entertainment business. There's no reason I'm delicate.

I'll live no matter how hard it is.

A jerk or a bad word? Yin mouth? Yin mouth? Ignore? Alone?

I don't care. Such a small thing.

Because I'd rather die than die.

"It's a hassle to say, Nushi! It's your own business!

Puffy with his hands abruptly on his mouth about what was funny! Or grandpa blowing it out.

Besides, Ahhhhh! What a laugh I started.

It's depressing when people are trying so hard to take things seriously.

But I couldn't put that in my attitude, so I didn't even give it a bite, pale, and I didn't even care about it at all, and I asked.

"Sort of good, so?

"It is. You and Nushi are going to be good neighbors."

Surprised at what my unexpected grandfather said, the act was about to collapse for a moment.

But I'm forced to hold it back there.

"Oh, you don't mind if I trust you that soon?

"Wouldn't you still live so long? If you live more than five hundred years as long as you look at people, you'll break through the sky."

Ask, ho ho ho! and laughing, confidently chested grandpa somewhere.

I see. You don't want to turn me against the enemy.

"Oh Nushi, why are you so negative? Well, I'm not wrong. You're stronger than me, Nushi."

............... yes?

"... that was unexpected."

"You'll see when you compare the amount of magic."

... yeah, uh.

"......... I don't want to understand, so let's stop"

"Well, if you understand it, it's from the amount that seems bad for the heart. I think it's a wise decision."

"I don't want to imagine."

I answered appropriately that way, and I decided not to ask anything.

I don't know. I don't know! I'm not listening! I didn't hear anything! All right!

If that's how I was desperately telling myself, my grandfather would turn his smiling eyes to me like he was staring at his grandson.

"Well, without the amount of magic and all that, for me, it would be a good stimulation if I had a good relationship with Nushi."

Suddenly my grandfather started saying something good, but I only felt uncomfortable because of my attitude until then.

"I mean, he wants to use me to relieve stress"

"So why are you so negative, Nushi?

"Just kidding."

"I wouldn't know if you said that in a straight face."

Grandpa pointing his mouth like a stubborn one.

I think you deserve it because it's all because of your attitude.

So, through.

"Hmm, so, what are you going to do on your way home?

"Are you ignoring me? Well, yeah. Wow.

I'm going home with a metastasis, so there's no problem. I wonder if there are any more tea treats than that. "

Really, you're such a jerk.

"...... Alfredo"

"may not like it, but this way please"

To my call, place a cage with something in it from the trolley that the butler had brought with him at some point on the table in front of Grandpa.

Grandpa, who saw it, opened his eyes as surprised.

"Wow! Isn't this a new species we've been talking about lately?

"Yes, I took it from Raj Lane territory.

They named this type Tanger. "

That said, the butler puts another cage with it in front of me, too.

It is a small orange fruit.

I don't know what to say, yeah.

It just looks like nectar.

"It looks a lot like Orange, as rumored."

"It's a new species of orange, so I was wondering if I could help but resemble it.

But the flavor is sweeter and more flavorful. "

That orange, by the way, but when I explored Mr. Augusto's memory, it was completely the same orange I know.

Well, the orange over here looks hard skinned and grapefruity.

"Do you want to be condensed for a small amount?"

"Perhaps so.

And because the skin is soft, they can separate themselves from the skin without using a knife. "

No, it's nectar, isn't it?

In the meantime, I took one from the cage in front of me.

It's nectar, no matter how you look at it. Thank you. Sit down.

When I peeled off the skin and threw one room into my mouth, I remember very well, it tasted like that.

In modern Japan, that flavour is indispensable as a torch offering in winter.

"Oh no! It's so easy to take the skin off! Um, the flavor, whatever the flavor, it's fine."

"Looks like you liked it. I sat down."

I gaze at the fruit that only looks like honey citrus, listening to my grandfather who looks like he's having fun.

Maybe it's good to interpret the same thing with another name.

I wonder if there's quite a bit of this.

If there is, I want to know.

The reason is that, given the Duke's position, not knowing can be a weakness.

New products are often required for future distribution.

A house with second power to the royal family, or I'm not going to imitate it, even if it's a small failure, to give it a crevice to get in.

...... Is that where Jianmae is?

"... Alfredo, can you keep this?

His gaze turned to the nectar in his hand,...... Tanger, he asked the butler.

Personally, I don't want to find too many of these things.

The reason is that it's going to be homesick.

But still, I don't think I can help but wonder if I have the same thing.

And I still want to eat.

I would like to eat Japanese food someday as I come from a modern Japan that is full of food.

I think I'm gonna miss rice, miso, soy sauce.

"Yes, it seems difficult to have an extra number, but I was wondering if it would be possible if it was to the extent of personal pleasure"

Deacon answers as usual with a soft grin.

"Hmm, but wasn't the Orange season fall or winter?"

"Apparently, they are rarely cultivated using magic guidance, small amounts at a time, but they can be taken all year round.

It's just that it's a downside to how easy it is to rot. "

Heh.

I can't say anything because I don't know how awesome that is.

Well, that's good.

But is it perishable?

"Hmm, well, let's say we freeze the excess at home and save it."

"I see! The boulder is my husband"

"Well, good, if I'm going to be picked up next time, that's how I'm going to save it!

Frozen Micah is delicious, it was a targeted idea, but my proposal seemed surprisingly well received.

"... well, old Sylvester, it's time for you to go home?

"It's so direct!

After a while of welcoming him, I just said that to him, and my grandfather put in a stunning scratch like he was surprised.

"I don't have much time."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Pump! It is so stubborn that it sounds like it.

That's depressing, you jizzy bastard.

"I have plans with him."

I have work ahead of me.

A fierce amount of work that makes you want to escape a bit, that's another glance.

"Yeah? What are you gonna do?

"He hasn't fulfilled his duty to the Lord in a long time. It's all been reviewed and recounted since that day."

It's an amount I no longer want to think about, but something.

"hey...... why don't you leave it to someone"

My grandfather, who had his mouth open and closed many times like he was out of sentence, frowned worryingly.

"I can't do that because I have classified information.

Besides, this is because I've been relinquishing my duty. "

"Well... but if you do that all the time, you'll be stressed out."

"Yeah, but this is something I can't help."

In the meantime, I'm hoping to find a stress-emitting method as soon as possible.

It was a response thinking that way, but my grandfather, speaking, gave me an indelible look somewhere and took a book out of his nostalgia.

"... well, this is a farewell, take it"

That's what I say, put that book on my desk.

"... what book is that?

"It's magic to recall. So if you summon your favorite phantom beast, you can call Moffmoff and Nadenade all you want, and stress will be reduced a little bit."

I see, Animal Therapy is him!

I might be so happy because I had a cat and a dog at my parents' house.

"Well, thank you."

Gazing at the butler, he quickly retrieved the book.

I'm going to try it when I can afford the time.

Well, I don't know if it can be used on me, but it'll probably be fine.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to go home.

With that said, Grandpa snorted up, squeaking, etc., and lifted his hips.

"Next time, I want you to know before you come."

Tell him pale, and his grandfather doesn't look like he cared at all, ho, ho! And I laughed.

"Don't drag me around. The next time I come, I'll have Jesse the Devil hold the letter and exchange it, and then I'll transfer it exactly the time I've decided."

I'm curious about what Jesse is, but I'm going to make sure she doesn't care.

"Thank you, I'm ready to have you."

"Ho ho ho! It's difficult to be overly overbearing, so it seems trivial."

"You don't have to worry about it, it's informal anyway, right? I don't know where it leaks from if I overdo it."

"Is that true, too? Come on, I'll be back."

"Oh, I'll see you around.

After such an exchange, when I uttered the words of farewell, Grandpa lit a small light over his palm.

That gradually increases the amount of light, and if you notice it, your eyes will seem dazzling.

"Goodbye! Oh, let me tell you, there are more sage guys than I am!

That's what Grandpa said and looked like he laughed as the dazzling light radiated around him.

And when that light subsided, there was no longer a grandfather, and all that remained was the wreckage of tanger skin scattered unbroken on the desk.

I mean, I just got sassy when I left the dialogue that I was so curious about, can I blame you?