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

The day I finally got permission from my husband to work like an assistant to my husband.

When Cinza told me that once again, a thief had entered our house and allowed him to break into your husband's room,

I was so angry, mourned, and regretted that I thought I would quit my butler and treat myself to the excessive impudence of my past.

Hurry up and find out, a maid who was supposed to be Baroness Meatier Redland, a mediocre girl with a few minor mistakes on her mind, was disappearing.

Sinza says she was a shadow of the royal family.

Two years ago, I had no idea that I had interviewed her or taught her a job, that it was all me.

If you're a royal handler, you don't realize it and it's natural, Sinza says.

But I, the chief butler of the Duke's house and my husband's immediate butler, should never have realized the existence of a shadow, not once, not twice.

Deacon's work isn't just about taking care of your husband.

At times of need, it includes taking his place and failing to protect his life.

It's not funny that I didn't realize the presence of a thief when I was taking my husband's life lightly.

Of course, I didn't mean to be hairy, and if it were on my current husband, who was made a wise man, it would have been an instant kill, whether he was a thief or whatever.

But even so, if your husband was not a wise man as he used to be, and the purpose of the royal shadow was not to protect him, but to assassinate him, it would have been irrevocable.

His great-grandfather, who had served since the time when his first lord was royal, pledged the same loyalty after his first lord was abolished and became the head deacon of the Duke of Verstein family.

Born as the eldest son of such a Strom family, he grew up educated in brilliance as a butler and became a husband for 30 years.

What a mess.

I never thought I'd regret losing my loyalty so far.

If I ever met myself at the time, I'd like to grab my carotid artery and faint it, wrap it around it, and throw it into the pond.

I can't apologize for taking my husband's job assistance as far as I can go without it any further.

I also apologized to my husband, but my kind husband never reprimanded me, he just said one word, never mind.

But there's no way you can forgive yourself for being stupid.

But my husband did not punish me or even encourage me to be careful in the future.

My heart ached to see if I had let him down, but my husband accidentally looked at me with such a gaze as to test me, and deviated from his gaze.

At the end of that husband's gaze, our, roster of the year, illuminated by the light of the sun shining through the window.

... whereupon I was made aware of a small being, a foolish and shallow self.

To want punishment, to be just self-satisfied, to convince oneself, to convince, but only to desire.

My husband, with few words, showed me a path that I, the fool, could be at all convinced of.

“Separate those you can trust."

Then I will use all my hands to divide them.

Those who have long been familiar can be trusted, but they are not fit for such things.

But my husband's chosen Cinza is good at finding out such things.

Here again, I realize that my husband is helping me.

My husband is a silent man.

I'm sure you were there to see everything.

I trust him as a newcomer, but if you look at him that far, you can say that there is no chance of betraying him.

Most importantly, he has a bad feeling that he wants to be recognized by his husband.

As if, a child.

... then there is one thing I will do.

Cinza, are you there?

"Yes, yes, what the hell, Deacon Sun"

If you hang up, the shadow of a black-crush descends without a sound.

He didn't stand, didn't drop, didn't even stick, and asked how skilled he was.

After all, I can only admire the beauty of your husband's wise eyes.

"... the way you call it, can't you do something about it?

'Cause you haven't introduced yourself to me yet.

The man leaning his neck said so as if it were normal.

"...... my name will always be called by my husband"

"I don't know if I can call it my own."

"Discipline in strange places, you."

When he squeaks like a jerk, he laughs lightly as he squirts his shoulder like a jerk

"And you have a long name, and it's even harder to call your nickname."

"... well, that would be good.

I am Alfred Strom.

He is the head butler of the Verstein family and the dedicated butler of his husband.

I don't like to be called away by you or nicknamed, and I don't care if it stays that way. "

Instead, if they called me that, it would only boil frustrating and unpleasant.

That's the decision, and I acknowledge it with my name again.

Then he nodded in the same light condition.

"Yes, guys, I'm Cinza. Nice to meet you.

Well, I knew I'd let you call me Deacon Sun.

No, what can I do for you?

The fact that the topic was changed at the same pace reminded me of my original business.

"Oh, I was.

I'm actually going to take this opportunity to clean up. "

Flat, with a deaconlike soft grin, I tell you naturally.

Then the eyes of the man who apparently understood my intentions lit up violently.

"......... heh? All right, so I should check where it looks like I need to clean up, huh?

"Yes, all this too"

"For your husband's sake."

A black-crushed man who utters the same words, word for word, so that he may be covered in my voice.

Unexpectedly, an unbutler grin came to my mouth.

I only have eyes because I have a cloth wrapped around my face to hide it, but I'm sure the look on his face is pretty much the same now.

"... you know."

"Of course you do.

He and... no,... work with him and clean up our people.

That must have been the first thing my husband thought about when he put Cinza under his supervision.

... ─ The person in question was just silently immersed in recalculation without knowing that it was up to him to do so.

I haven't noticed anything at all, even if they're having that conversation directly next to me, because of the concentration.

Even if you've always noticed, oh, you two are getting along? Good - or, uh, cleaning up at this time of year? That sounds like a tough one, or something. I would have only thought about that.

Incidentally, when I missed my gaze from the butler, I was simply too stuck to be there, and when I missed my eye, there was a book that was strangely divinely illuminated by the light of the sun, so I just looked at it.

Whatever it is, don't get divine in vain. It is.

Finally, the feeling when you subordinate Cinza, etc.

It's not a puffy secret!

I'm looking at this one because it's a secret.

Do you want to make it?

Yes, sir.

Nope.

It may feel like it, but we have no reason to know who we are.

Ning Lo, I had nothing to say to the two conversations or even to stop them. To my Lord, well, the boulder had raised my loyalty to my husband...

In order to prepare tea for my husband, I leave the room without sound from his office.

At that time, I remembered something and called out to Sinza.

"Oh, speaking of Cinza"

"What ~?

Cinza, who was just around the corner, descends from the ceiling.

"The thing is..."

"Oh, that's it. Was it today?

"Yes, after this, please do so in the meantime."

"Copy that. Oh, well, here we go, maybe we don't need it, but, well, once."

"Oh, thank you."

It was received as a single piece of material.

The title reads "A background check on a boy named Silva Verstein”.

Three days have passed as early as possible since that perverted appearance.

It was surprising that those three days could have been spent peacefully, as the intensity until then had been a lie, recalculating and digesting only the documents that needed to be stamped.

I was just freaking out on the inside when something absolutely happened, because there was nothing.

Well, I wonder what the four days before that were apart from normal because dead humans came back to life.

It took only four days, didn't it?

You're usually making a fuss.

Pervert?

Oh, that's him... yeah.

It's a very, very memorable thing to forget.

Alone that way, at dusk on the inside alone, I run my feather pen today.

According to the sage instruction manual, starting tomorrow, I don't even need to go to the bathroom or sleep, but so far, I feel like I'm going to the bathroom less often.

But it's still unclear if you're really going to stop going to the bathroom because it's tomorrow.

Tricets also had "about” a week, so there may be a personal difference.

If this makes the bathroom unnecessary, I guess it will prove that I have become a complete sage.

Personally, I wanted to be human.

By the way, it was remembered that all the circumstances surrounding the water in this mansion were being managed with magic props.

Well, it's obvious when it comes to nobility.

Yeah, I don't care.

I exhaled small as I heard the tip of the feather pen slip over the parchment to make a unique sound.

It was really good that the butler was helping me recalculate than that.

Besides, there are no miscalculations, the letters are beautiful, etc., they are the best.

I thought it might be a real god because this is the better place to be, or you could bring me improvements.

I can only thank you enough that I don't care if I'm a little scared or something anymore.

Oh, no, but I'm scared when I'm scared.

I'd like you to weigh in a little more if you can.

Well, on such a seventh day, I was wondering if I could spend the day without anything happening, but something unexpected happened.

When I say what the hell is going on, oh, this, seriously, it just happened, and it's currently in progress, right?

There's something glowing about the size of a table tennis pitch right in front of you.

Yeah, I don't think I know what you're talking about, but don't worry, I don't either.

Let's sort out the situation.

I've been doing paperwork recalculations, and if something fuzzes past the edge of my sight and I think it's coming right in front of me, I'll stay there forever.

Yeah, you don't know how to sort it out.

What is this?

If I accidentally stared down, the light glowed like a fluorescent.

"Ah! I finally realized!

I feel like such an adorable tongueless voice, like a little kid, emanated from the light.

I can somehow understand that this being said that, but it didn't arrive in my ear as a sound, it sounded directly in my head, something like that, so I don't understand the explanation.

What is this?

"Look, I'm so glad you did it!

Happily, the flutter and the light flying around me, while emitting a voice that was not a sound, made me realize that dragonfly feathers were growing, if I looked at them better.

It's as if the fairies in fairy tales and picture books are glowing in their intact form, but the expression is more fantastic than cute.

But without a feather, there's no sign that the air is shaking.

"Did you notice?

"Did you notice?

"Wow!

By the time I realized, the number of glowing things had increased to six.

Light water light, light purple light, white light, light red light, orange light, then light green light.

I could tell by the increase in the number of lights, but the first light that flew in front of me seemed pale green.

......... yeah, uh, wait, yeah, what is this?

"It's terrible not to notice us all the time!

"We've been counting on you!

'Yes, yes!

"Hit me!

'Terrible!'

'It's terrible!

"Terrible."

I spinned my thoughts in full anyway to the lights that spit out depression in my thoughts.

It's flying, and it's glowing.

Besides, there is no air resistance at all.

That means this is not a creature.

I'm intelligent when I think about what I'm talking about.

There's only one possibility that all of this fits in, given Mr. Augusto's knowledge, but... I was a little short on information.

"......... hmm"

"Sir, anything?

Seeing the butler calling in some strange place, he seemed to be completely unaware of the presence of these lights, so unresponsive to the fact that the light was flying all over the place.

I guess I don't see it.

In such an unrealistic situation, I think the paralysis caused by overcapacity is why I am so calm and staying.

I don't know why, but I also feel like it's the result of reopening it.

And other possibilities, you think it's time to be a complete sage, so you're not moving much anymore?

... Yeah, I guess it's all.

For now, it's good.

Anyway, I'm going to ask the butler to stay out once to find out more.

"Alfredo, cookies, something to pick"

"Ha, I'm in awe. Wait a minute."

In anticipation of the respectful deacon disappearing across the door, I turned to the lights.

"Well, I'm sorry. They made me wait a long time."

"Wait!

"I've been waiting!

"I'm sorry about that. By the way, what can I do for you?

"Ah! I did! You know what? Say hello!

'No, you said you wanted to say hello!

"Seiko, Isatsu...!"

He said, "No, really, I'm coming here to say hello!"

"Chicks! He said he wanted to kink shove!

"No ~! He said he wanted to see Kao ~!

In turn, the green, water, orange, purple, red, and white lights make noise with Wakawaka.

Opinions are splendidly fragmented.

...... Yeah... you're in trouble, I want you to unify if you can.

"Er! No! I don't want to!

"It's just a mismatch for the calf!

"... hmm!

I didn't say that!

"Better than that, Kennik!

"Hey guys, hang in there ~!

It kind of came as a bit of chaos, but somehow I figured it out, so I'm going to try to consolidate the information for once.

"... I mean, Lord Spirit of the Wind says come and say hello.

The Spirit King of the Water and the Spirit King of the Earth would like to say hello.

Lord Spirit of Darkness wants to come and say hello.

Lord Spirit of Fire wants to know what I am capable of.

Lord Spirit of Light wants to meet you face-to-face.

If they're not lying about what they're saying, that's what happens.

In other words, they are spirits, the use of spirit-kings of each attribute that binds them.

I don't know.

And if you weren't lying just now, I told you, or something, but I don't think that's sensibly possible.

I mean, the existence of the Spirit doesn't tell lies, I guess.

No, I can't throw up, but I guess I'm right.

This is also a feeling, but a spirit is a will and something with a tickle.

No, I'm not sure what it is, but if you like,

Nuigurumi, whom I've cherished since I was a little girl, moved on its own one day, or something.

So, what is it, one, and the other......... Tsukishi God? Oh, absolutely not.

Something went idyllic all at once, what is it, Tsukishi God?

No, no, uh, what the hell............ Oh, shit, all I can come out with is "Tsukishi" anymore.

Yeah,......... that's enough. No, with Tsukishi God.

Well for now, something small, with those chickens, something godly but different, is the existence of the Spirit, a mass of will.

Therefore, there is no concept of lying to them because everything I thought would be communicated to them as words.

Spirit King, I don't know if people will see each other, but I think these little spirits probably do.

Either red, orange, white, purple, green, or water, the spirits of all six attributes are here, right?

I answered Texto with that in mind, but the lights that heard it tensed up slightly depressingly and flew around.

'Yes!'

"That's Kenzine!

"Wow!

It turns out that my guess was correct when the affirmative word came back.

They really seem like spirits.

No, but you were really there, you know.

No, but I wasn't aware of it because I was concentrating on my work, but if I traced my memory, I'd feel like something small was everywhere for a while.

Somehow, in the sense that it was, I thought it was a feather or something.

Probably almost unconscious, this.

There was no such thing as a spirit. I came from the world.

Well, good.

Let's just reply to these little spirits.

"Well, first of all, I don't know where the Spirit King of the Wind is supposed to be.

It's hard if you can't stay somewhere to say hello, but what can I do? "

I'll send my gaze to the pale green light as I tell him I can't find a place to go away.

wind, it is a cheap idea that it would probably be green.

"Oh my God! Kenzin is Nik's body, right? Okay! I'm gonna ask you!

"I'm sorry. I asked for it."

"Let it be!

He wasn't lucky to be wrong.

The pale green light kind of flew around me happily, blinking.

I'm not sure what it is. I think they convinced me, but well, no.

Somehow I feel like a healthy girl, so I guess my personality varies from spirit to spirit, what a thought, and now I call out to the lights who are elsewhere.

"Then can you tell the Spirit King of the Water, the Spirit King of the Light, and the Spirit King of the Earth that this one is fine at any time, so it will suit your convenience?"

'Okay!

'Well, if Shawsai gets kettey again, I'll be here ~!

'... ok!

The watery light is a kicky girl, the white light is a little relaxed, the orange light is a few words, a boy who seems honest.

Somehow it is that impression.

"Oh, that would help."

'Let it be!

'Cause this is my yakume too!

"... let it go!

I send my gaze to the spirits who somewhere proudly respond, and after one snort, I turn my face toward the appropriately clammed purple light.

"Well, it's about Lord Spirit King of Darkness, but I don't mind this one any time, so I hope you can come any time you want."

"Uhm! Leave it to me!

Wait a minute. Are you calling this girl about herself, me?

No, yeah, it's good.

Something looks great, but it just seems like a little busy boy in elementary school is desperately cool.

With that in mind, I now send my gaze to the red light.

"Next, since the Spirit King of Fire may not be able to do so depending on the location, can you ask me if I may specify the location and date and time here?

"Uh, it's Kenzine! The human sigarami is a pain in the ass!

Somehow, but it has the impression of being a kid general.

I'm glad he seemed surprisingly smart for his brain-muscle-like words and actions that seemed weak.

I'm sure they are highly communicative individuals with some discernment because they mean the use of kings.

Yeah, I want to say one thing for now.

How cute they are.

So cute, I don't know what to do anymore.

If possible, I want to roll around bashing the floor.

I don't do it, but I think I'm doing it if it's okay. All the best.

'Cause something's so tiny, we're all screwed up, right?

I don't know, it's me, Hiyoko, or something like that is what you're saying to me, Piyoppyo, it's like it's reminiscent of that.

Ah too - what's this cute - tiny to extra cute -.

Such my thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of the butler who had put the sweets and tea on the cart and had returned with a ragged noise.

"Sir, thank you for waiting. Tea and cookies."

"Oh, that helps."

I got up from my seat and took a piece of cookie from the plate that was placed on the cart that the butler brought to my immediate side.

"Kuki-ku?

"What's that?

"I am! Ningen's making a wolf!

"What's a wolf?

'I don't know!

Mine as soon as possible, or the lights flying wonderfully around the cookies.

Yeah, cute.

Oh, you know what, Cookie?

"Other than that, it's delicious, an apology for keeping you waiting. Take it to a souvenir."

As I told him so, when I played the cookie upwards with my fingers just as I played the coin, the pale green light that received the cookie successfully raised a delightful voice, 'Wow,' he said, a hazy voice.

"Ah! Not with Marioku, but yummy!

They put cookies in their mouths. The child of the green light shakes with a surprising and delightful voice.

"Hey Kenzin! What about me? '

What about me? What about me? '

'Of course, there will be mine!

"Mm...!"

"You can take as many of those dishes as you like."

Flying around me, I say farewell to them who raise their dissatisfied voices, while being so bored inside, the acting on the outside remains calm.

As soon as the little lights gathered on a plate of cookies, one by one, and flew around me happily.

"Yay!

"That's Kenzin!

She's so cute, she's so healing.

Next time I see a spirit, I'll feed it. Let's do that.

"............... sir, now what?

I guess the butler who can't see the spirits has my played cookies and the cookies that should have been in the plate flying around the air.

Deacon looking at me, asking in a bewildered voice.

... Yeah, right, you don't know why, do you, Deacon? I'm sorry.

In the meantime, let's be brief.

"I just gave it to the spirits."

Oh, it's so much easier, I'm sorry, butler.

But the boulder is Mr. Butler.

They convinced me and understood me with that much explanation.

After I opened my eyes to my surprise, I looked around like I was in a panic.

"Oh my...! Spirit here...?"

But the spirits of the day are obsessed with cookies and the butler has no eyes.

They seem satisfied after a meal, they fly around me again

Thank you, Kenzin!

Thanks!

words again to them as they fly around thanking each other for their mouths

"Never mind.

Speaking of which, you're late for a name, I'm an Auguste. "

"Auggi?"

'Gu?'

"Gi?"

"Gee?"

From them flying around, I got a surprise response.

... uh, did I just get the most impressive sound on my head?

"Mmm, no more gi!

"Gi!"

"Gi, thanks!

Oh, you're getting dizzy.

I don't have a choice.

But it's good because it's cute.

At that time, the green light began to panic as I remembered something

"Oh, I have to hawk at you!

'I was!

Those who seem to have forgotten also raise their voices like they panicked.

"Can you do that?" Bye! Gi!

"Bye! Thanks!

"Coming again!

They utter those words thoughtfully, if you want to add sound effects, Pew! I wonder, it disappeared out of the ventilation window at a speed that sounded like that.

Yeah, I can't see it in no time.

The signs are, uh... yeah, we're gonna be able to trace them forever, so let's not.

But apparently, to them, I've been finalised in 'Gi'.

"...... well, okay.

I think someone in modern Japan said that cute is justice.

"I hear rarely those who can hear and see the Spirit... but the boulder is my husband...!"

The trust and overestimation of a butler whining in some kind of thrilled voice came plain damaging to my heart.

What the hell, boulder?

Because you didn't do anything, me.

With that in mind, I sat back on the couch for a break for now and grabbed a cup of tea.

Oh, this tea is delicious.

If I'd tilted my cup of tea gracefully like that, the butler accidentally dropped the bomb on me.

"Oh, speaking of which, sir, when you brought your costume for today's night club, Sherrier the needle is here"

Heh, Mr. Needle's here.

...... No... wait, a night club?

So, a party?

Oh, today?

So today is the anniversary of the founding of the country?

I was satisfied with knowing the date during this time and forgot to confirm it, or something like that. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I think about that with a knoll like when elementary school kids make excuses.

Confirming from Mr. Augusto's knowledge, ho, no.

Founding day was tomorrow.

......... tomorrow?

What, wait, wait, wait, tomorrow?

No, yeah, I'm sorry.

To be honest, I forgot to confirm, I'm sorry.

So it's time to go back.

No, let's not, I'm really scared when I get back.

But tomorrow.

Seriously...

So, what's tonight's night club?

All right, this is the time to search!

When I hung my search on knowledge again, I instantly got an answer.

· Founding Party

It is held to raise the country and celebrate its founding.

There are three days in July: September, 10, and 11, the day before, the day after, and the fuss of raising the country to drink, sing, and dance.

The whole country will be in festive condition for three days, so from the people, the second New Year's Festival.

From the day before, only the great noblemen can enter the royal castle.

... what kind of cultural festival is that?

Is that, like, Christmas in Japan?

From this feeling, it's common sense, and I guess it's the obvious thing that anyone in the public knows.

But should I make sure?

Having so decided, I spoke to the butler, tilting gracefully for tea, only calmly on the outside, scratching cold sweat and dazzling on the inside.

"Alfredo, I'm vague because of the cloudy memories, but tonight's night club is hosted by the royal family, at the royal castle, does it fit in"

"Yes, definitely"

Seriously.

No, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Come on, me.

"So the clothes you prepared are commensurate with that?

"Looks like he was making it for it, and he said it was great."

"... well, good. By the way, what kind of clothes are you listening to?

"The other day, my husband asked me to make something that was 12 years old."

Oh! No, I was asking for it! I totally forgot!

"Hmm, that's it... Did you check?

"No, I will have it now, and I haven't..."

That's what the butler says and smiles slightly as he shows how sorry he is.

"... well, then there will be fine adjustments, let it pass."

"I'm awed, please wait"

"Ah."

"I apologize for being so rude the other day!!

A little after that, the butler brought me to the room, Needle said that the most about the opening, something fast already, and I did everything I could to get grounded, but did this guy do something?

But you seem to care so much about going down to earth, Mr. Needle.

"Hmm, you remembered"

I don't remember, though!

No, I think something's happened, but what is it?

"Yes, I can't believe I've been up all night trying to strip your husband of his meal...!"

......... Aah! Oh, no, I did!

Hey, what happened that night was too bad to scratch it off......

That and this are all because of perverts.

"Forgive me for one life!"

"Well, don't worry about it, but use it to produce a good piece of life."

Keeping her eyes open in surprise, she answers horribly with her trembling lips.

"... can you forgive me...?"

"Forgive me or nothing, I don't care.

But be careful to get some sleep in the future. "

"... YES!

I feel guilty for her showing tears like I'm impressed.

...... I made you cry, me.

After that, I had the clothes brought to me by Mr. Needle worn for adjustment, but the boulder was so cool, Mr. Augusto.

He wraps around his neck something like a white shirt, then some kind of luxuriously decorated scarf, on a blue, silver-edged coat and some kind of luxuriously decorated vest with a silver-edged white.

And grey trousers and some kind of luxuriously decorated blue long boot.

I have no idea what it was like before, so I'm afraid it's sappy if this is old or new.

What a shame, I have no idea how awesome it is.

And I don't know how to call clothes other than modern fashion, so it's been a very appropriate explanation, but you can't help it.

Well, I guess if you search for knowledge, you'll come out, but it's tedious, and you can always do it, so it's good now.

In this outfit, they say I'm joining the club today.

............ Yeah.

Let's be honest.

I don't want to go. Yes!!