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

In a room about 8 tatami, I glance at the paperwork as I arrive at a seat called a study desk and chair placed at the window.

This paperwork was brought from the mansion, something that has not yet been calculated.

Take the feather pen and dip the tip of the pen in the ink.

When I glanced right out the window at that time, the view outside was flowing at a constant speed.

But there is no vibration.

...... Yeah, uh, this looks like a carriage.

Passed down from generation to generation to the Duke's house, or when Mr. Augusto's Hihii grandfather was abandoned, he gave the souvenir and the royal family a righteous, extended magic magic magic magic prop?

It seems to be a carriage, reserved for our owners.

In a very large living room of about 16 tatami, about 6 tatami demon prop kitchen, then about 8 tatami temporary sleeping room for servants (capacity 4 people)

Next door, about 8 tatami room dedicated to my lord now, with bed.

Shall I say something?

Looks like a carriage, this.

I don't know why!

... well, yeah, I'm going to go through it because if I think deeply about it, I'm going to overcapacity again.

In the meantime, Deacon says it will take about two hours from the mansion to the arrival of the castle, which is the venue, so I'm going to proceed with a little recalculation by then.

I'd call it a real escape!

'Cause when you're doing paperwork, you can't help but immerse yourself in it and settle down for some reason!

You can relax and clean up the paperwork, so if you only get one stone and two birds, it's up to you.

By the way, the butler is manipulating your horse on your stand.

Then for once, Mr. Hidden is also following me in disguise as a servant.

Essentially, parties such as nightclubs are mandatory for partners, but in Augusto's case, Julia preceded her, so it's ok for you to be alone.

My niece hasn't debuted the social world yet, so I can't, and my sister will be with her son-in-law because she's going to her daughter-in-law, and that seems to be the result.

I might as well have been a widow to someone I know, but in that case, Mr. Augusto and his widow, you might be getting married! They're going to be like that.

Nobility. Seriously, trouble.

Well, that's why you're going to be joining us alone, but the butler can't get to the venue.

Nor can Mr. Hidden.

According to Mr. Augusto's memory, the servants and butlers are waited in a dedicated holding room, then helped by the venue, which means they are turned to the back.

I mean, seriously, today I have to attend a party where there's only one person, nobility, and almost no one I know.

Let's be honest.

It's so thin.

I want to say something.

Meh, so thin.

Oh, no! I'm home!!

At the Royal Castle, which held back the 734th anniversary of the founding of the Kingdom on July 9, 734, tomorrow, gentlemen in various outfits, such as a lady dressed in brilliant costumes and a surcoat filled with fine fabrics, were thoughtfully welcomed.

There are more than five hundred people in the large hall, which can also be a refuge for citizens.

But now it was significantly smaller than that, and a lot of people were estimated to be coming.

It consists of a grand aristocracy invited by the royal family, knights entrusted with guarding, servants placed to serve, and a court orchestra in charge of BGM at the venue.

Massive crystal-mediated illuminated magic props into chandeliers, floors of mosaic paintings painted in marble of different colors, musical performances by musicians.

Meals served in luxurious dishes on a large long table set up everywhere.

The servants used trays to carry wine and champagne glasses in dense places, carts in large places, bite-sized hors d 'oeuvres for aristocrats who wanted snacks, and sandwiches.

In the meantime, a knight who was entrusted with guarding the entrance raises his voice to inform new visitors to the vibrant venue.

"Duke of Augusto Verstein, come!

A nobleman or his wife, who was nearby, distorted his expression in disgust by the raised voice.

"... I don't like it, I felt good around the corner... and I can't believe I had to see someone like that."

The aristocratic man returned embarrassing words to his wife, who concealed her mouth with an open fan but still wrinkled between her eyebrows in such a way that she could understand.

"Don't do this, it's the Duke, isn't it? Because you have a higher title than we do."

"So I don't like it, I have to be so humble on purpose."

"Damn, what if they ask?"

"I don't mind, you know, I can't hear anyone.

And that's what everyone thinks. "

A friend of my wife's, an elderly woman, quickly approached my wife when she said she was kicking her ass.

"Your wife is right, such an ugly man, why has God given power and such..., oh! I don't even like to see it!

"Well! Does Master Jacqueline think so, too?

Without trying to hide his disgust, his wife, who curls up aloud, and the aristocratic man, who looks at his friend like he's in trouble, do not even try to stop them, but smile.

It was a mockery of the ugly Duke and a grin full of disgust.

"I haven't seen that pig in a while, but he's asleep."

"It's that shape, it would be natural to break your body. Instead, you lost a little weight?

"Is that it? I don't think so. I was in that shape because I couldn't control myself."

"It must be!

Hisohiso and I hear such mocking conversations from here and there.

Such a mockery and a venue full of disgust echoed the sound of a heavy door opening.

As soon as possible, those who were near the door would have learned the illusion that the sound of the venue had disappeared.

Only the sound of these shoes echoes the venue.

Blue silver hair made all-back, ice blue eyes as if sharply and mercifully cut.

Soothing nostrils, well-shaped lips.

A beautiful man with a colour that is brewed because of his age, magnificent, wearing a surcoat, a dress dedicated to knights, based on a blue colour.

It is an adult hue that draws a line from the creation of young people whose faces around it are just well made.

Embroidery or decoration of silver yarn embellished with plenty of fabric that you can tell is fine just by looking at it.

On the chest, there are three medals that you must have given more than the royal family.

The man of such cold, bottom-cold beauty as he felt instinctively frightened, like when he was poked at a sharp blade, stepped into the venue with dignity, not looking at all concerned with his surroundings, turning his surcoat gracefully.

Anyone who stops looking at him opens his mouth like he's in love and naturally paves the way so that the man doesn't disturb the way he's going.

Whenever the man proceeded to the venue, the silence spread and went.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't know

Guys, I don't care! I can't even be a shadow fighter. It's just a fake!

Until such time as an impure voice resonates.

Shall I explain the situation?

First, when I got out of the carriage and tried to enter the venue, the soldiers stopped me for some reason.

I wear a ring that is a testament to the Lord, and even though I had brought an invitation.

By the way, this knowledge was in Augusto's memory, and these two and the dress are mandatory when attending parties, etc.

Soldiers say that they need to verify their identity because they have changed too much.

Well, I know what you're trying to say, and I can understand that emotion, but I had a bad attitude anyway.

Where did you steal our Lord's ring, or do you intend to deceive the royal family?

Anyway, already, treat me like a criminal.

According to Mr. Augusto's memory, in fact, there are demonic props in this country that can register magic.

This is a technique that is also used when creating cards belonging to the Adventurers' Union and the so-called Alliance.

Finally, the same thing is used in the student cards and rosters of national schools.

I know the school, but what the Adventurers' Union and Alliance are for is sappy, but it's good now.

It is also useful as a country, so registration as a roster of nobles also uses the same technique of magic props, so naturally, during identification and identification, the magic props are used to confirm.

It seems simple enough to record magic by touching it and then register names and simple data together, but let's leave the detailed explanation that we had in knowledge to this position for now.

Anyway, the reason I was checking my identity with that magic item is that it takes three minutes for this magic item to get results.

I'm registering the magic of all the nobles in this country, so I don't think it's going to take long to search.

I think it would rather be three minutes or sooner.

Because it's not a computer or anything.

Well, if it's normal, it comes with the premise.

Something already made me curse and murmur depressingly while waiting.

Besides, even if it turned out to be him three minutes later, it was a malfunction. It was a depressing noise, so when I got angry at him, I almost hit the magic on the soldier.

No, I put up with it for once, yeah.

But a man who seemed to have come to hear the noise there, beating the soldier with all his might and kneeling the soldier straight to my feet, was then apologized for by his whole body as he rubbed his head against the floor.

Says he was not there 12 years ago, and is a soldier with a lot of problem behavior on a daily basis.

Caution will be exercised today and dismissed tomorrow, so please pay.

Something left me so sorry that I couldn't help but act like I forgive you.

You had no choice, I was crying lightly through some kind of half cry.

What the hell would you have done to freak me out so much, Mr. Augusto in the past?

I wouldn't have thought about it!

Osama cried at me.

I'll pull.

Well, that's how I finally got into the venue, but I don't know what it is, but it's so seemingly quiet, and the frustration I was burning incompletely just now at the extra irrationality came back to life with two things.

What is it? Why are you looking at me with such a poker face?

A jerk? Harassment? You're selling a fight? You want to buy it?

It's that dialogue in there.

When I saw it, I noticed that Osama, bald and scattered, was looking at me with a Doya face.

No, it's amazing. I've only seen such a mess, a stage actor, a comedy, but it actually exists.

It's hard to explain, but there's a mix of barcodes, broccoli and skinheads, you feel?

If I were you, I'd make you a skinhead, you know.

No, I can understand from Mr. Augusto's knowledge why he leaves his hair even if he is so lonely.

Because nobles don't have skinheads.

The main reason is that those who have become sinners in this country are not physically fit as noblemen because women mow five minutes and men are made skinheads.

Well, then you have no choice, do you?

"Fake?"

"Oh, I'm surprised, there's no reason why that duke should be so nice."

Unexpectedly, I don't know where it's coming from, but... no, I think I'll know when I'm conscious, but let's stop now.

Anyway, I heard such mocking whispers.

I hear the whole thing with Mr. Augusto's specs, but I'm sure he doesn't even think he's hearing it.

But I see, so they all looked at me as a poker.

I don't know what else to do, Mr. Augusto.

Well, you're already handsome, 'cause you're an odyssama!

With that in mind, that's why I almost sighed at the extra retardation of the nobles around.

I don't know what to say... but is there only a fool?, here.

Well, let's just leave it now and let's start by talking to this bald scattered Osama.

"Well, you seem pretty confident, but do you have any proof?

"Ha-ha-ha! Think of what you're going to say! I don't know what you saw!

To my inquiry, I don't know what it is, but I answer with confidence, Bald Scattered Osama.

Yes, it's as ill-founded as your hair.

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

"If you're someone else, aren't you stuck out when you enter this venue?

"Well, I guess I let him grip even the gold anyway"

Bald scattered Osama mocking me with his nose as I look down is futilely angry, but how dare you pull that head hair out?

I don't know what to do, I don't know if it's because of this series of currents so far, but this Osama is so angry.

"... are you an idiot? You think the soldiers of this country's security will be deluded to that extent? Are you making fun of the royal family?

Because you were so caught. Me.

I can't believe it wasn't him. If it turns out, it's definitely a strike.

"Heh, heh! Then it would be easier if you were an insider."

"I see, are you stupid?"

"What!?

I'm convinced by Osama's response, which is rather off-balance scattered, laughing and laughing with his nose.

And Osama turned his face bright red and angry.

No, 'cause, hey, right?

"First of all, at the ceremony of raising the country, the royal family, such as the Duke's owner, has been replaced by someone else, could not have seen it.

Before that, there's no way the royal family wouldn't even notice that. "

'Cause otherwise, there's no way the royal family has ever survived with a big pus like the prime minister intact.

I mean, I almost broke the prime minister's plan or something.

Well, this bald scattered Osama may not have noticed that at all.

Speaking of which, I wonder what kind of man the Chancellor is working for!

All I know is that it's great.

Yeah, well, no.

"But how did you see it?" Hey! Everyone would think so!?

Funny bald scattered Osama looking around for an opinion, unnecessarily upset about something.

I want you to shut up because he's going to have a bad image of the lonely guy with the head because of him.

When I thought about it, a new character appeared.

"What the hell is all this noise?

White on silver armor,... I'm wearing something similar, but is this good in my coat? It's good, isn't it? Let's just say it's good.

Anyway, that and a tonal cape.

Well, one young man dressed in such luxurious gear.

Sarah's blonde hair is sturdy with blue eyes.

To his emergence, Bald Scattered Osama,... is it better with bald chills already?

The bald chiller broke his face happily.

Yeah, that's disgusting.

"Oh, oh! The Knights of the Guards! Pick this disrespecter out! Duke, you're an incompetent man trying to replace the Lord!

"What?"

To the extra uncertainty of meaning, a young man raises his voice as if he were surprised.

Then a young man sends his gaze to me, who is said to be the undelivered.

I mean, this young man.

"... Mikaelis.

It's been a while, are you encouraging me?

That's Mr. Augusto's son, isn't it?

In the meantime, to make sure, I also spoke to him, and the young man looked at me and gave me a look that surprised him for a moment, then pah! So much so that the sound of the effect seemed to accompany it, I broke my face with joy.

"Father! You were here! Yes! Of course!

It is not even as refreshing as Osama, the disgusting bald chicken, just now.

Let's just say I didn't see that earlier.

No, but good! They fit right in!

I look at your son, horrified inside, but with a grand attitude on the surface.

Your son suddenly opened his mouth with a worried face when he thought he had come to my side in such a delightful way.

"Father is the one who hears from Alfredo that he only works every day, take your holiday once in a while"

He was so worried about me.

Deacon, you don't have to report anything like that to your son.

You can't let your son worry you extra, I guess you have a job.

"... I'd like to take a break, but I don't think so, because I had a bunch of paperwork while I was lying down."

"... I can't help it, but please rest in moderation."

Yeah, I'm very happy with the feeling, but for now, I don't think I can rest on the fact that I can handle 12 years of paperwork.

Uh, I was just wondering if I could magically do something about that paperwork.

Hmm?... that? You think you can do something about it?

That kind of thing on your computer, like an app, what is it, software? That's what happened, isn't it?

Then based on that, if you make it look like a screen with magic, and you type numbers in with magic, and then you set it up to add it on your own, you can do it, right?

And then after that, I'm just gonna copy that number into the paperwork, so, uh, is this my fault?

If there was any magic that could be printed... that, but the magic of a sage, right?

I mean, wouldn't you be able to do it if you wanted to?

If I had such an idea, suddenly bald chills started laughing.

"... Ha-ha-ha!... I see! If the Knights had a son, it would be easy to get inside! You're still a fake!

Yeah, I was already thinking about the corner. Oh, shut up.

And I don't know what to translate. I'm starting to convince you.

With that in mind and frustration, your son opened his mouth with a serious face as he turned his gaze only toward bald chills without the wind he cared about on the outside.

"......... Father, is this head poor even in your head?

Hey, yeah, sorry, wait a minute.

Okay, okay, okay, calm down. Me.

... Uh, surprised, I thought it would erupt.

Suddenly I wonder what you're going to say, and your son would throw up his poisonous tongue very seriously.

Are you trying to test Mr. Augusto's abs, son?

In the meantime, I'm still frustrated. Let's take a ride and spit out the poison, too.

"Apparently so. I thought the Duke's eldest son was the leader of the Knights of the Kingdom."

When I searched by memory, it looked like I was doing an appointment ceremony or something to raise the country, and it sounds like common sense that most of the people know, this.

"Become, what are you saying?

A bald chill that unnecessarily hides its upset and lets its gaze get lost over there.

I just thought, if you had a distinctive head, you'd come out as soon as you searched Mr. Augusto's memory, right?

Oh, yeah, I'm out.

The moment I thought about it, I came out in Socco.

It came out as fast as it could between "right out" and “right?"

Um, what?

Senior Count Nord Rhodriers

It is no exaggeration to say that in this country, as a rotten nobleman, he is the first to be named in the jade.

He's a former civilian, and he's been empowering himself in the last decade as an emerging nobleman.

There seems to be a wide range of drug trafficking and human trafficking dyeing in the back, but since there is no evidence whatsoever, apparently there are troublesome people behind it.

That sounds like it, yeah.

Can I have one?

...... you again!

I met him once when I remembered, and you're making a friendly joke about everything with Mr. Augusto.

You're having a very normal conversation about your wife suffering from chest pain or poor realm crop growth.

"Hmm, even though you don't recognize me, I remember you, Senior Count Nord Rhodriers."

"Huh?"

Wow, such a dumb face.

"Oh, yeah, it's your wife's disease I've been consulted about before, but that disease is caused by something mental.

We'll just make it easier so we can have some peace of mind. "

I think chest pain is probably a stomachache.

You don't have anything but stress about my husband dyeing his hands for evil.

"Become, what, huh?

It is very unusual to have bald chills confused by suspicion of behavior while not understanding the translation and closing your eyes.

Maybe it's time to stab me in the face!

"... no greetings, no names above, unilaterally arranging paranoia, trying to discredit others.

So far I've been disrespectful and foolish... but I didn't think you and I were friends.

Leave me alone in the future. "

"What, eh?

He hasn't figured out the situation yet, and bald chills sound strange.

Maybe you don't want to understand what you've done, but it's unusual.

"Father, it's time for His Majesty to come, come this way."

"Mm-hmm."

When I tried to turn my heel back at your son's call, bald chills came calling me like I was in a hurry.

"Hey, wait! Wait, please! So, are you...?"

"I don't know why I have to name a guy who doesn't even have a name, but, well, that would be good.

I am the Duke of Augusto Verstein.

Speaking of Kippari and his name, the bald chilla turned pale to the point where it seemed pale.

"Nah...! Oh! But I'm sorry! Please, forgive me!

Plea, would it be close to?

I finally realize what I've done, and I apologize baldy.

But basically to those who have a higher status than themselves, do not speak and do not speak until they are heard from the other side.

However, if spoken from the other side, it is the basic courtesy of the nobility to name and greet the lower status first.

The bald chilla soaked everything up and made a fool of Mr. Augusto even more.

In some cases, it is a maximum sentence.

But, well, I can't do my best to convict Osama, so for now, it has nothing to do with him anymore. Let's just declare.

Um, okay, you want to go with this line?

"Stay out of this, that's all I want from you."

I say kick-ass with a despised gaze that looks down.

Then, bald chills, like no other, began to solicit.

"No! Have mercy! As it is, we are!

Yeah. That's a pain in the ass, you Osama.

"... well, I don't know. It's rust coming out of you, solve it yourself."

After I said it, I thought, you don't know which one is the villain. Here.

No, it's definitely worse over there, isn't it?

Because I'm not bad at all.

At that time, when he was calmly thinking about it, bald chills thought he would spare his mouth and stared at me, and he kept giving me his fingers.

"...... Eh...... if I crumble, I'll just be with the Duke's house. I'm sorry! Do you mind?

Yeah? What are you talking about?

"...... I don't care?

"Become...!? When you betray me!?

A bald chill that opens or closes its mouth with agitation or puffiness is immensely dumb.

Are you crazy?

"Betrayal or nothing, I just gave you a loan, that is, money. Nothing else has been done.

The reason was to reform the territory, right?

Isn't that a legitimate loan reason? What's the problem?

Even though I remember, the paperwork had only such a reason for the loan -?

Even if it was a lying, stinking pre-construction to mislead eyes everywhere, that's what it said, so there's nothing to betray, right?

"Hey......!"

Now it was time to turn your back so that you could leave your out-of-the-box bald chills alone, and I spoke to your son.

"... Hmm, Mikaelis"

"What is it, Father?"

"At this point, I think I'll tell His Majesty about today."

"Oh, I think that's a good thing."

I took your son, who agrees with a good smile, and when I walked out, I heard an unusual cry from behind.

"No! That's all! Please don't do that! Please!"

"Hmm, you deserve it, Mikaelis"

Hey, can you do something about this guy? Speaking to your son all the time, your son nodded proudly somewhere.

"Yes, Father.

Part one, Captain! Count Rhodoliers is coming home. Send it to me. "

"Ha!"

By the soldier who appeared at your son's behest, the bald chilla withdrew unnecessarily.

Ah! That's neat!!

"... Father"

"What?"

Katsun Katsun and the marble-like floor where the boot shoe sounds, as I was walking along to follow your son, I was somehow accidentally called out, so I respond briefly for now.

"It's about the Count, are you sure?

Hilariously, only your gaze comes this way, son.

The voice sounds kind of worried about something.

"... you don't have to care."

This is something I did on my own, so don't worry about it, okay? I tried to put in the sentiment, while acting Mr. Augusto. So maybe it hasn't been communicated at all.

"No, I'm not coming. Supporting your father, I just told you."

"...... well"

To your hard-willed son, that's all I give back.

Unless you're sorry that your son has some futile concern that your son will have a job too.

"... wouldn't it be inconvenient for the Versteins if we left it there?

"... then I ask, what is that inconvenience?

"... it's about the infamous Count Rhodriers, I'm sure he'll use every handover to put pressure on Verstein territory?

Uh, I see.

Is it possible that things will come to pass in the territory?

"Hmm, our house is already getting bad reviews, but still has the power after the royal family.

There are those who help to put pressure on us by ignoring even that. "

"......... yes, unfortunately, the Versteins are being insulted by other houses, so I was wondering if I could help."

"... 12 years was a long month..."

I guess we should go to early possession.

Knowledge suggests that Mr. Augusto has a home where he was born and raised.

It's easy to take care of whatever happens if you have a proper lord in your territory and rule properly.

Yeah, the biggest problem is I don't know what to do with governance!

"... I wish I had some good hands..."

"... hmm."

"Oh, Father, please wait with me this way. If you're on time, it's time for His Majesty to come."

"Okay."

Three seconds later, the performance by the orchestra stopped, and the nearby door opened, along with some magnificent music, mainly sounded like trumpets, trumpets and something like that.

And the king, truly! A man about the same age as Mr. Augusto, dressed like that, showed up with the same age, beautiful, aunt, no, sister.

At that time, I felt like I only had eyes for a moment with the king, but it could have been my fault.

"Long live King Steilhang Vere Renamiglia!

"Hooray!"

Long live words like that can be heard from all over the venue.

King of this country, that's your name.

That's a really cool name.

The kings, gracefully and dignified walking through it, stopped in front of a lavish chair in a place like a stage up a step and looked around.

As Hail's words echo, the neighborhood quiets at once as the king inadvertently raises his hand.

"It is Steilhang Vere Renamiglia! I withheld my founding day tomorrow, and today, you've gathered well! Come on, that's it for greetings, guys, have fun for three days!

Glory to the kingdom of Renamilia!

As soon as possible, wow!, the cheer wraps the venue, glory to the kingdom of Renamilia! and repeat.

Somehow, it could be close to the enthusiasm that preceded the entertainer.

Is the boulder a king or something?

It was the next moment I thought about that.

Now I got eyes on Gatsuri and the king in a position where I didn't think it was my fault.

And for some reason, the king walks toward us early as he spreads his hands.

In the next moment, the king's early walk became a rush, and a dash.

I was confused without understanding the explanation, but my body moved reflexively for some reason to the king, who came in with a dash towards me.

If I insist, would the sound effect be optimal?

Yeah.

I was grabbing the king's face with one hand.

... how did this happen!!!