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

Genius Silvest Borderline Uncle

When he was 69, he was killed by a murder blade sheltering his daughter's son-in-law, who was attacked by bandits.

Because he was originally a magician, he was vulnerable to melee attacks.

But he was born again as a sage, not sure why, until he finally saw the life he had lived in his daughter's belly, his grandson's face, which he could hardly do.

Since then he has been with his clan for five hundred years.

If I realized it, the country would recite my status as a frontier uncle and entrust me with the protection of a certain land.

The kingdom of Lunamilia, founded by the goddess of the moon, a clan with Lunamilia as its main god, is founded on a land that leaves only two lands and surrounds the Quartet by rugged mountains.

If you look far above, you'll see that it's shaped like there's a country in a vast crater.

Even ancient documents have disappeared as to why it took such a closed form because of history before the Great War, and although the authenticity is uncertain, in one theory it is most prominent that it was made of the aftermath of a duel between the sages.

On top of that, beyond the mountains that surround the country is the sea of trees where demons walk around, equal to no path.

The only way to get safely through the tree sea is to ask for help from elves who hide somewhere in the tree sea, but there's no way those elves who hate humans will do that.

Otherwise, to reach the country safely by road, it must pass through the Silvest territory, or the valley governed by Genius, at the gateway of the country.

Because of such a place pattern, many times during the war with neighboring countries, but admire Genius, the wise man, or the people would never return to take refuge in other realms, so much so that the ability to govern was high.

He was diving into his own bedroom bed right now.

"...... I thought I'd die swinging for hundreds of years"

With his limbs thrown out on the large letters, such words, whimpering and motionless, were uninterrupted and severe, but full of relief.

The reason Genius, the wise man, became exhausted so far lies in the person he had met until earlier.

Duke of Augusto Verstein

The only Verstein territory facing the sea in the Kingdom of Renamilia is the land which, if the territory of Sylvester is an important base by land, has become an important base by sea.

the demonic kingdom said to be beyond the sea, the demonic kingdom Nero Sieks, would sink first into the war if his country came attacking

He is the one who governs the land.

"I never thought I'd get to that point..."

He exhaled, ha, without leaving it slightly motionless.

From about the day before, I knew by feeling that a new sage had been reborn in the country.

And it was also easy to predict that they would make contact with themselves in the near future.

But when I actually met him face to face, everything was so out of place that I imagined he was equal to God.

Magic, hegemony, insight, and, beauty.

It was unthinkable that he had lost his wife and had become a fool.

Especially magic. It has an uninterrupted amount that is not comparable to its own being a magician.

Usually because I hide it, it doesn't seem to have any effect on the people around me, but if I remove the stopper, the city won't function with one magic strike.

Thinking that far, Genius shuddered.

He doesn't even know he's doing high-tech auto concealment, but rather magic. Why is that delicious? I don't know anything about fantasy, but Genius has no reason to know about it.

He therefore thinks.

... that you shouldn't turn that Jen against your enemies.

If you do that, this country will perish easily.

Still, in order to show that there was no hostility, I had to expose all my vegetables, which I had only shown to the masters of the clan.

The Duke would immediately spot and doubt himself, such as the sage attitude he had repaired.

In other words, all the attitudes and behaviors that we could afford at face to face were formed solely by the glory and willingness of the year.

"Not a horrible man."

Though he groaned pompously, there, Genius remembered the Duke's eyes.

'No, I still think it's scary to lose it.

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

The Duke, who speaks so quietly, was beautiful, and he had sad eyes.

Those were right, eyes that knew what a thing called despair was.

The loss of his wife must have been a great wound to the Duke.

Fortunately, the Duke thought Genius was in a better position, and he seemed completely unwilling to hostile.

All Genius can do to the Duke is lead him as an ancestor so that he does not step off the road in the long time that leads ahead.

"... not a bad man, no..."

That is the only salvation.

If you were that cold-blooded, cruel, bad-tempered man as it looks.

I felt the world would end just thinking so.

Originally, it is also unclear what kind of thing the existence of a sage is, or the person who is a sage.

But the example of a man with a bad heart who became a sage does not yet exist.

Therefore, we knew that the Duke could not be a bad person.

"Snug, the evil people I've seen rarely in recent years..."

Even if I understood, I was scared.

The Duke's, his appearance.

But it's Shaq who finds out about that, so let's not break that attitude, Genius thinks.

But then I realized the fact that I was going to despair.

"What if there's just no precedent..."

If that was the case.

Anyway, sell the charm and go into asylum and get help from just your own clan.

He was dull and snorted with such determination.

"... what the hell was that"

"See how it goes, identify it, I guess."

Run your feather pen over parchment as the butler who was cleaning it up pale answered the pompous and grunting words.

"Identify,"

I grabbed the paperwork with my left hand, not holding the pen, as I captured the figure of a butler at the end of his gaze who would recite my words while wiping the table with a cloth towel.

"I guess you wanted to figure out what position you were in, whether you were an enemy or an ally."

Oh, this paperwork's miscalculated again.

Wow, we're in the middle of a calculation here.

What are you doing? Seriously, Mr. Augusto, get to work.

I silently rewrite the paperwork and occasionally dip the tip of the pen in the ink, checking it out.

I suppose you should hire someone or get help, as Grandpa said, but it's the current situation that doesn't go either.

Anyway, the only person I can trust is the butler.

But the butler is wrapping up this mansion, and my schedule management, my physical condition management, has a lot of other work to do.

There was no way I could say to him that I wanted Mr. Augusto to help me with what he skipped.

"I see you're not just a sage."

"I guess."

I ran my pen to the butler in reply like I was convinced, nodding to Eagle Deep.

At that time, it appeared that the butler, who had cleaned up, had come closer to the document at the edge of his sight.

"Sir, I apologize for the increase in your work, but the condiments I sold yesterday and the fabric of your service were unexpectedly bought high, so I put that paperwork on this side"

Oh, was that the paperwork?

I thought it was something.

"Hmm, well. Then keep it with the paperwork for this quarter's income."

"I'm in awe"

I don't know when, but I have to wrap up my share of this year by the end of the year, so I have to figure it out then.

In my memory, it seems that every New Year I submit a revenue and expenditure report for that year or something like that to the state.

... by then, we have to finish the recalculation.

Otherwise, we won't be able to calculate this year.

Decapitation or something. We just have to work hard.

... that, wait a minute.

Now, when?

Wait, wait, wait.

Wow, I just noticed. What should I do?

I mean, you haven't really questioned me before, what the hell is wrong with me?

Right, you were confused.

I have no choice.

That's the harm I left to the butler to manage the schedule and everything else.

I guess that's why I didn't notice extra.

All right... let's do that!

Please leave that to me. Please.

No, no, more than that, the question is what we're going to do.

You can't stay without knowing, I can't make predictions.

What predictions, social season, seasonality, that's pretty much it.

Whatever. I'm a sage.

I don't know the heat or cold.

It's all temperate. Thank you. Sit down.

It's not funny.

Even if the butler covers your outfit, you might talk about topics that you ignore seasonally when you have to engage with people.

If you do that, you don't even know the season, it's not funny how they think you are.

Naked? Oh, he's a mutton fish, isn't he? All right, let's kick it down!

There is no guarantee that it will not flow like that.

Akan, you can't do that.

All right, let's just start by knowing when this is the time.

That only reduces the risk, so I don't have a hand to check.

......... how?

Uh, that, what do I do?

The earliest thing I can do is ask the butler, but now it's too late to ask?

'Cause it's been three days since you woke up, right?

Akan, you can't do this.

The next good hand is to show it to me because it may be dated in the document just now, but it's too unnatural to bring it in front of what I just said.

I can't do this either.

That, what shall I do?

Shit, seriously, what do I do?

When this happens, at a time like this, we just have to demonstrate good driving in front of us.

Come on Me......!

Uh, uh, uh.

Yeah, all right! Let's do this.

"Alfredo"

"What is it?

"Speaking of which, aren't there any papers or anything that need to be signed by the end of the day?

"Hmm, please wait a moment. I'll check it out."

"I asked."

After the Deacon humbly thanked me for my words, I anticipate walking away from this place to the pile of paperwork in the corner of the room and take a seat.

All right! I need the paperwork just now,............... where have you been?

Could you have it with me, Deacon?

I'll try to catch the paperwork around there, but I couldn't find it at all.

Wow, seriously.

Um... what should I do?

All I have to do next is pray that the deacon already has a due date on the paperwork he might bring.

I had no choice but to return to my seat and put up a feather pen to review the paperwork.

"Thank you for waiting, sir."

"That was fast."

Deacon came home as soon as I could, but you're really quick at your job, Deacon.

"For your husband's sake."

I felt like I caught a glimpse of the deacon's expression as he greeted me with respect, naturally.

Yeah, I don't care.

"... so, how'd it go?

"Not by the end of the day, but I've got something I need you to sign."

"Right."

While I receive some paperwork, I respond to eagle frying, but my heart is in despair.

Yes, stuffed -!!

After all, when is today...!

When I was about to cry just inside, I realized I had to write a date in the signature section and I was about to cry extra.

I mean, what's this paperwork?

... loans to Uncle Nord Rhodriers?

No, I don't know because I haven't finished calculating whether I can afford a loan or something like that.

Huh? What, do I have to finance this?

Even though you could be in a deficit?

I mean, here, what's in it for you?

Nothing.

When I explored my memory, I came up with information that I was some of the most rotten nobles in the country.

Yeah, you don't need it.

Let's throw it away.

"... Alfredo."

"Is that something?

I say kick it off as I give the paperwork to the butler, who creates a slightly strange atmosphere.

"Drop this paperwork"

"...... May I?

"Oh, you don't have to."

"I'm in awe.

I exhaled small as I caught the respectfully thankful butler at the edge of my sight.

Totally, it's such a shitty loan or something that Mr. Augusto has trouble with.

Loan to a rotten nobleman doesn't make the country inclined, and whatever it is, it could get me involved.

Well, I guess that's what I was after.

I want you to think about the rest of it.

No, I know Mr. Augusto doesn't know that.

Well, if I throw it away, I don't want to loan it, so I guess I'll tell you a lot later, Count.

That's a pain in the ass, I have no memory of what kind of face it is.

Well, I guess it comes out after searching, but I'm not interested at all, and I mean through.

Yeah, what a convince on the inside alone, I dropped my gaze on the next document.

What is this, uh, oh, is there a royally hosted party on the anniversary of the founding of this country?

I guess I have to join in on this.

Because I'm the Duke's homeowner.

If you're absent, it's not convenient for the country. It's like saying, "I'm backwards."

It would be easier if I could finally say hello to the people I seem to know, but there's no way I can carry things so well, so let's give up half of it.

Oh, I have to write a date for this, too. What?

...... so now is the time...!

I don't even know how far ahead this anniversary is!

I'll throw the prep round to the butler, but when I realized it was the same day, it would be targeted. Absolutely.

Yeah, that's good enough. No, let's ask the butler.

Knowing is a shame of a lifetime, knowing is a temporary shame.

Was that in reverse order? Well, either is fine.

"Alfredo, today, when"

"I will sit today on the 5th of July, 734, the history of the kingdom"

Something was answered normally.

Normally, it was answered.

What, it's been my problem before?

Something, yeah, uh,.................. well, good.

irritated by unspeakable weakness, he sauntered and ran his pen tip to sign Mr. Augusto's full name before removing the small box from his desk drawer.

As I recall, there must be a sign of the Duke's house inside.

When I opened the dark red velvety box that looked like it had an engagement ring in it, there was a platinum seal.

The mark is inspired by the moon and roses.

Why roses, what a reason to dust the first generation of this house, or Grandpa Hihihi, an abandoned royalty, because he liked roses.

But the only good thing about using the moon motif is the clan that leads to the royal family, so I'm already, plainly scared.

'Cause with this, I can do a lot of things.

If it's abused, then it's already Eli.

... I have no idea what's going to happen, maybe because I'm modern.

Still, you feel vague fear, so I guess it's pretty nasty.

I wonder why Mr. Augusto didn't do anything to tilt the country with this.

... remaining conscience, what is it?

If that's the case, I'll have to make sure it doesn't get stolen.

With that in mind, I took the little crate I had placed next to the ink.

I took it in the stream without thinking about it, but I think it's probably a juicy guy.

Pakali, if you open it, you can see it, if you press the seal, it will come in color! I somehow felt like I could see that.

No, I can't believe it just has some kind of cloth in it.

I guess this cloth is damp by the ink because the moment I opened it, I felt the moisture rise moist.

Blue though.

What, wasn't the juice red, why is it blue?

The answer sprang up as soon as I thought about it.

· Since the Duke of Verstein is a house of correct origin recognized by the royal family, it has long been required to be different from other houses, and it is therefore stipulated that blue, close to the purple mark of the royal family, be used as a stamp.

......... that's all.

Aristocrats stink, already.

It's only pressure to feel so special, damn it.

Whilst complaining like that in my head, the juicy (blue meat?) and pressed the seal, pong around the side of the signature.

Ah, beautiful.

But I don't know, I feel like middle school kids might like the design, but... no, yeah, let's not think about it.

Abandon your thoughts and view the following documents:

... applications from the Territory for harvest festival permits for the current year?

Huh? Why don't we just do something else? Ok, ok.

Do harvest festivals mean October or something?

Now it's July, well, is that reasonable considering the preparation below?

If there's nothing fun about humans, I won't like it.

You need this kind of entertainment.

"Speaking of which, sir, may I schedule an appointment with Sherrier after lunch?

"I'll take care of it"

While stamping, he also responded to the butler's inquiry, indicating that the butler had paid a respectful tribute.

"I'm in awe"

We were supposed to meet later, weren't we?

With that in mind, I took the following documents.

Okay, here we go..., tax hikes this season?

... yeah, let's throw this away too.

'Cause, hey.

Looks like I've been getting excessive as far as my income and expenditure goes.

Luckily it didn't seem that tight after all the abundance, but I don't know if this is the year.

Where are you seriously going with this missing money?

Well, I'm curious. Now anyway, after I recalculate everything.

"Alfredo, throw this away too"

"Ha, I'm in awe"

If that's how I worked hard on my paperwork, the butler once again prompted me at a good time and I headed to the dining room for dinner.

For lunch today, by the way, chicken sautéed with a sweet spicy sauce, accompaniments with potato salad and vegetables like lettuce.

Cut the chicken sautéed into good sizes and put the potato salad on it, it looked like lettuce, so I rolled it up and ate it and it was so yummy.

I thought it was absolutely delicious and ate it with the accompanying bread.

The advice was delicious.

I think it could be a sandwich, this.

I'm not going anywhere, though!

Dining with a knife and a fork was an unknown world, but the boulder is Mr. Augusto's body.

You can use it so clever! Isn't that amazing!

The soup looked consommé to go with the chicken sautéed.

Chef, aren't you up in arms?

Then I went back to the office and there was already a beauty I met the other day on standby.

"Thank you for waiting!

He is turning his sparkling gaze towards me in some excited way.

"Not much, no?"

Three bundles in one hand and some kind of bag in the other.

She is a beauty who seems to enjoy herself with such a high tension that she does not feel the weight at all, despite the fact that her hands have been blocked in such a way.

"I've got a pen on it, and I've designed a lot of it.

Any meal is going to look great, it's already fun and...! "

As I dyed my cheeks for how much fun it was or what, I was stuck inadvertently and wondered what I was going to do.

No, I don't think so.

When I said one thing, I pulled it off.

Why is this guy so tense? Scary.

"Well... what's that bag?

"This one is in a prototype of something of a design that is going to look particularly good on you!

I knew I would pull it off to her as if she were offering me a bunch of paperwork and bags in a jealous dog shave.

"...... you work fast"

"Have fun!

She said so to assure me, giggling joyfully as she handed them to the butler who had received them on.

That, can clothes be done that fast?

Huh?, from Ichi, right? Model paper? That's not true, is it?

Is that it? It hasn't been three days, has it?

"Are you asleep properly?

"... alas, speaking of which. I totally forgot!

With my hands on my mouth, I got ripped off with a flash of surprise, and a sassy bomb statement, yeah.

No, you can't.

"Go to sleep.

"No! Until you measure!

With a crisp look, she says kick-ass, filled with determination.

......... yeah yeah.

No, yeah,... well, good. No, I can't help it.

'Cause this is her job, isn't it?

"...... you have no choice, just as soon as you're done, but as soon as you're asleep"

"Of course. Wow! Come on, sir! Please take off your jacket! Oh, I'm here to help. Then, if you can, please take off your shirt below."

She takes off her clothes and gets naked while she asks me to help her as she looks excited about something.

"......... is this good?

"Please also take off the servings below!

"Mm, you're taking this one off, too"

"Of course!

Right, do you make pants too?

Measuring is tough, I thought at this time.

Until she realized her hand was hanging on her underwear.

"...... wait, my hands are hanging on my underwear too?

"I'm fine!

Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.

"But then you'll be naked."

"I can't take detailed measurements of my husband with clothes!

"What?

Wait, wait, wait, seriously, what are you talking about this guy?

"I'm fine! Come on!"

No, come on! Not really. What are you talking about? Seriously.

"It's not okay as one, Alfredo, stop her"

"Well! Don't shake it. Please show the wasp that great nudity!

As soon as I asked the butler for help, all I could do was puzzle her further into her hand trying to lower her pants.

And that's when I realized I didn't want to notice.

This guy's eyeing me...!

Normally, you could shake it off, but if you do that with Mr. Augusto's specs, maybe this guy gets slapped on the wall and dies.

Now I'm trying so hard to keep you from pulling off your pants, but where in the hell is this force coming from? So much so that it's only a matter of time before I can break every pair of underwear like this.

Then you end up naked.

Stuffed!

Wait, what the hell is wrong with this guy?!?

No matter how much she is the same Odysamasky as me, anything is weird.

What's wrong with her?

"Sherrier, come on. Your husband is in trouble. Take your hands off the servings under your husband."

"I don't like it! This is my chance to worship my husband naked in the corner!! I can legally naked my husband! I'll never get another chance like this!

Deacon in a hurry to rip her off of me, and seriously, and with an awesome sword screen, she tries to lower my pants down every underwear.

No, it's a dong pull.

I mean, stop it! Don't pull it! I've never heard that from my pants and underwear. It sounds michi michi michi!

"... you don't have to take that chance. Alfredo."

"Ha."

At my call, the butler's knife fell on her neck.

"I didn't expect Sherrier to do this... apparently because of the overlap all night, her personality was lightly disfigured. Sorry, sir."

That's what the butler says, and he bows his head in apology.

"... Alfredo, you don't have to apologize."

That's her, by the way, but after she passed out, she threw me into the room.

Please sleep until you get back to your sanity.

"I have nothing to say to you. Cherie will be given the results of the measurements in writing at a later time."

Don't take care of him.

With that said, I'm going to look at the design she brought.

Oh, by the way, I decided to ask the butler to do the measurements later.

It might be pretty hard to just look at it because there are so many of them, but I have to get out of the party next time, so I need to tailor just one early. What is it?

"Sir, that's in what Sherrier has to say."

"Well, well, well."

"I apologize to Sherrier for my life."

Nothing. I don't care about that, but, well, I guess I can't help it.

No, I was scared, but when I thought about a full 3 days, that would drive me crazy.

Oh, this is cool.

I mean, they all look good on you, Mr. Augusto, I'm lost. Here.

At the same time I took a small breath thinking about it.

"...... if you wake up, you may have forgotten everything. Let's say it's equivalent to a booze seat. Never mind."

"Sir..."

I open my mouth to continue, deciding if I'm not convinced or if I should follow up a bit with the deacon who said something.

"... and if you remember, you'll come and apologize on your own."

I don't think there's any reason a normal person wouldn't come to apologize for doing that.

Oh, these clothes sure look good on Mr. Augusto.

Good job. I'm sure your arm is certain.

As I watched as I spread the jacket that was in the bag, the butler inadvertently murmured, somewhere nostalgic.

"... it hasn't changed in years to be nice to women."

Um, about that, you're in the memory of the part I haven't seen because it's private. Right.

In the meantime, let's pretend we forgot.

"Hmm, right?

"Yeah, it's been a long time. Sometimes the wrong woman pushed me to be her mistress."

"......... was it"

"Yes."

Mr. Augusto would do something sinful, albeit in the past.

As a man, it sucks to do something that makes you mistaken.

The enemy of a woman, the enemy of a woman.

But is it because you heard such a story, or was that the line of volatility?

I don't know what's true or false, but that night.

Something unexpected happened.

"Sir... uh, uh, I admire you...!, please, just me and one night... eh!

One girl stares at me as she turns her face bright red, moisturizes its eyes, and begs, even cute.

It is a maid with golden hair, blue eyes, glasses and a somewhere plain appearance.

Such a raucous young maiden was riding on me sleeping in bed.

Yeah, uh, yeah.

......... yes?