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

"Sir! You woke up!

As soon as I opened my eyes, I jumped into my sight was a beautiful big titted maid with patskin blue eyes, who stored tears in her eyes.

If you're a guy around here, you're pretty enough to be hooked, but, well, when I say if I'm hooked, there's no reason for that.

If you're a beauty of this magnitude, I've already hated it.

More than that, that's not what bothered me.

"...... husband, sama?

Blurred consciousness awakens once and for all to a low, plundering voice out of his throat

"Oh! Sorry, I'll call a doctor right away! Please wait..."

The big-titted maid, out of sight saying so as she panicked, ran towards butterflies and somewhere.

The sound of a heavy door closing called a batan sounds, but I would like to check the status quo first.

First, my name.

Yoko Takada

Age, 23

Gender, women.

Occupation, self-proclaimed acting actress, stage name, red leaf (who won't give it to me).

What makes you sound like an opera singer and painful is specification.

Complain to the president. Seriously.

Well, it wasn't selling that well, but next time I decided on a little role (soon to die) with a slightly longer dialogue on the 9th of the month, it was really time to go.

Why the past shape, because apparently I'm dead.

The cause of death is not well known.

Suddenly my chest ached, I got a terrible headache, my whole body ached, I got cold, I couldn't breathe.

At the same interval as my headache, I also started having terrible tinnitus that sounded in my head and from the back of it, and I had terrible nausea, but I couldn't even groan at the pain that outweighed it.

My vision is getting narrower, the sound is farther away, and I don't even know my temperature.

At the end of the day, I lost consciousness.

I don't even think about dying like this, but I don't know why it hurts beyond degrees.

Then I had a dream that I didn't understand well.

Something else. Anyway, angry dreams.

He suddenly appeared on a dream pillow, calling himself God.

"I'm sorry, I kill people. I made a mistake! I want you to come back to life, but your body is gone, so give me a break with the human body that wasn't going to die in another world, but my soul went to the Yellow Springs!

Or rolled up.

And when I wake up, I say this.

No, where are we?

What, that dream, it's not a dream, it's reality?

So, am I really dead?

Was I allowed to die in such a painful way by mistake?

I'm fucking angry, huh?

Being uncomfortable with my death, and still deciding that I needed to check the situation now, I just get up and stare at my hands.

It's saving, but it's big and beautiful, man's hand.

When you put your hand on your chest with that hand, you feel it over your clothes, a good chest plate that has been raised as well.

And between the crotches, a unique sensation.

...............

You're such a body man!

Wait, wait, wait, where did my proud f-cup go?!?

My face is a beautiful entertainment industry, there's no reason I wasn't beautiful, but my weapon was acting, driving well, and my body alone!

Nanicole, what is it?

Why am I being a man?

I'm confused about the boulder for the rest of my life, but I kind of know it's not if I'm doing that.

'Cause earlier, that maid looked at me and called me her husband.

I mean, I'm the maid's boss, and the point is, I have to act like it.

If you behave too unnaturally, in the worst case scenario, your head is judged to have gone ridiculous, good and curative, bad and claustrophobic.

... I think maybe that's what it is.

'Cause you're a maid of honor?

Households like maids are rich anyway, like mansions and halls.

I try to get rid of a house like that that probably doesn't have good outside information.

I don't think you can even think about whether a family member suddenly becomes an octopus one day.

Even if that's the trail, son, but if the house goes on, it's good, it feels like it, and I think there's absolutely no way it's going to be closed.

Why, I'm still an actress calling myself an actress.

There is no reason not to look into different home environments or different jobs.

Everything, I used to feed the act, but that seems to have served me plain here.

If you put your hand on a flat but thick chest, the sound of a heart that sounds regular.

...... not dead, alive.

For some reason, my body is a man, but I'm alive now.

I mean, no matter how much you hate me, I'm going to have to live with this body and live to the point of death in the future.

Keep it up, we have to live.

Because I don't want to die.

I don't want to die like that again.

Then it was natural and natural to want to live in a slightly better environment.

...... If that maid comes back with a doctor, it's a battle.

It is no exaggeration to say that my words and deeds after this will determine my future.

To judge from this situation for now, the owner of this body has a serious illness, or something equivalent,

Anyway, I saw that that was what was going on, that it was going to die.

All right, then it's easy.

If you act great and dignified......

But before I do, I feel like I need to check my face as much as I do now.

I can't laugh at all that the tone and face don't match.

I looked around and conveniently placed my appearance beside the bed.

... I just looked around indoors and noticed that everything that stunningly comes to my attention is just a bunch of condiments that seem so expensive.

So much so that you can see it's even good for the amateur, from appearances on the chest to paintings and wallpapers.

However, the colors are nasty red and glitzy gold.

I don't have a hobby anymore.

And then finally, the portrait of an old man with a very bad personality, like a pig, is decorated with some very conspicuous frame so that it is sandwiched in a luxurious painting.

...... Is that the owner of this house or something?

I don't like it, if I were your father or something.

Oh, I see. Cheng Jin or something like that.

He likes to deliberately paint and decorate himself like that, doesn't he?

Even though I'm just looking around, I'm out of bed for now, holding my eyes down gently with one hand that's naturally painful.

I think it's because I'm sick and I'm not used to this body.

Standing in front of him again, he finally revealed the whole story of this body.

Height, I'm not sure because it's me, but obviously higher than I was before.

My hands and feet are long and sluggish.

It's a brilliant octave, that's how models are shaped overseas.

And maybe this, but I think it would be an awesome type if I took it off from the feeling I just touched the chest plate.

... but I think the clothes are big enough for me to wear at night... but it's okay now.

In the long cut eyes, high nose.

I don't have too many lashes, but this would be great considering the balance with my eyes.

All the parts, exquisite position.

Blue silver hair, not metallic colors like silver.

Length is about between Bob and Short, loose fuzzy habitual cat hair.

The color of the eyes is ice blue.

It's a cold impression somewhere, but it's quite a beauty.

Maybe it's so hot.

If I were 20 years younger, I'd have the premise.

No, if I say one way or the other, I really prefer the odyssumas of this age to the young ones in their 20s.

Do you feel like you're a middle-aged woman?

............... eh? this, me?

No, no, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Am I being an ogre?

Something about it, shadowy, too nice for my taste, makes me a circa 40s odyssama that the villain looks very good on me, Nanicole.

If I moved my hand, I was stunned by the fact that Odysama in the mirror would make the same move as me.

What are we gonna do?

What should I do?

I mean, I want my f-cup back.

Oh, but it would be weird if I stuck an F-cup on this body, with a rejection.

I don't know what to do with Odysama anymore, even though I'm confused about the man's body.

No, I have to live like this, but I'm confused and I can't get my thoughts together.

Yeah, hold on, proton, calm down.

It's okay. We'll figure it out.

I've never been in such unintelligible trouble before, but break it off.

There's no choice, yes, there's nothing I can do.

'Cause I'm already dead, and I can't go back.

I hate to believe it, but right now, this Odysama will prove everything to me.

If it's true, I'm the cause of death.

Well, it seems I died a mistake with Kamisama, but still, I still don't want to die in this state.

Then I have to live as this ogyssuma.

Whether you don't like it or don't want to admit it, you have to live responsibly.

Because, yet, I didn't want to die.

There are many things I have left behind.

I still wanted to live.

...... yeah, it's just not dead, it's still better.

You can do what you left behind with this body of Odysama.

Finally, you can do what this Odyssama left behind.

That's what I can do, it took my body, albeit force majeure, like an apology.

I can't help it, and I can't help it, so let's just do what we can.

Hang an actress, a red leaf, and the rest of your life, play and charm.

Actress soul, it's not a lick.

No... nothing, yakuza, or... that's not it.

For some reason I wiped the Shizuku floating around my eyeballs and looked up at the ceiling.

...... and I'm not crying.

......... because I'm not crying!

"Thank you for waiting! Doctor, check on your husband."

into the room in a flabby way. No, no, the maid pushed her unreliable back all the way to the Lord of this room, where she slept in bed, as if protruding, with a weak-minded male doctor she was taking with her.

Seeing as that happens, the magnificent man, the lord of the room, turns a cold glance.

"... you don't have to, more than that, capture that doctor"

"...... what?

Whether the words emanating from the Lord were unexpected, the maid returns a loose voice between them.

The doctor also gave a bewildered look and stared at the maid just because he didn't know why.

To them the lord of the room turns his gaze even colder than earlier.

"Didn't you hear me, I'm telling you to get that doctor,"

The maid opened her mouth in a panic to that word from the Lord, which was said out cold.

"Why is that!? This person is in your holding doctor who has been seeing your husband!

But the Lord turns a cold gaze like he looked down and raises the edge of his mouth.

That was a very, very cold grin.

"...... when you're fooled by such a naive act, do you seriously think?

I laugh with my nose all the time and I can't even say things. Mainly, the maid argues with tears

"I can't believe it's an act, no!

"Until recently, I just left it to see how things were going."

As if the word absolute zero, turning to the Lord with a chilled out eye, saying calmly that he is foreseeing everything.

But the maid exhorts.

"Oh no...! It's a misunderstanding! I mean, nothing...!"

The appearance seemed so desperate, so much as to invite the tears of the beholder, that his desire was cut off.

But still, the Lord turns a cold eye on her.

"Hmm, something I should have honestly captured that doctor. Your acting is purposeful. It's time to watch."

Depressing, saying so, turning his contemptuous eyes to her, he sighed one, ha, ha.

The maid closes her eyes at the earliest possible time to the appearance that there is no island to install.

And in the next moment's open eyes, the maid,... no, the woman quickly took out of her nostalgia the knife she seemed to have hidden as she wrapped her fierce hatred.

"...... then die clean!

With that word, a spike, a knife at which the word is rolled out at the desired rate.

But the knife, which seemed to pierce, was powerless by the hands of a cold man, who should have been pointed at the tip.

Specifically, he lifted the sheets that hung on him and quickly wrapped the woman's hands around each knife.

"Nah...!"

Surprised. Ignoring her, he stays put, twisting her hand up with each sheet.

"Ku... ah!

A woman groaning in pain sounded around.

Then he sighs like a frightened sigh as he gazes at the doctor who runs away with a frightened, convulsing voice.

"... Yahari. You don't have any art."

"Shut up! Why aren't you dead! It must have been lethal!

A woman screams with a hysterical cry that hurts her ears.

That, to a scream like an inquiry, he put a slight smiling expression on its righteous face.

"I don't know, I guess the thing called Kamisama has a bad character to it. You just didn't have any luck."

"Shit! Why, why not die! Not even you! Not even you!

The woman continues to exhort as she ugly distorts her beautiful face into hatred.

Looking at the condition with cold eyes, he exhaled another, sighing as if stunned.

"... a persistent woman. How many times can I tell that I just had no luck? Hey, is anybody here?"

"Are you calling, sir?"

It was the butler wrapped around the swallow tail clothes who appeared in his call, uttering only the words without sound.

A neat face, gray hair and eyes, silver-edged monocle glasses, is she in her late 30s or so?

It looks nervous, but its expression has a soft grin.

Towards the butler, he opened his mouth as if it were still natural.

"Capture him."

"...... because you want me to keep you alive?

With a gentle grin, incompatible with the serene looking expression, returning some noisy inquiries, the butler looks at the woman who still continues to invoke before turning to his Lord.

In contrast, the Lord, he calmly returned his words.

"... depressing, that's all. You want me to tell everyone?

You'd know what to do, wouldn't you? But the butler moaned as he was convinced by the word of the LORD, and bowed again with humility.

"If that's the case. I'll take care of it later."

"Okay, let's just say please....... oh, and"

An unexpectedly called deacon stops his feet from approaching the calling woman and turns back to the Lord.

"Ha. Why don't we sit down?"

"Thank you. There seems to be a confusion of memory and a significant deficiency. I want to check my memory as soon as possible. You can check the materials later."

The deacon, who was about to put his surprise on his expression with regard to the words spoken by the Lord, shook his head only once and once again gave him a serene expression no different from the one he had just given earlier.

"... because, I'm afraid, sir, a doctor would be nice to see you?

"If memory deficits are to spread,"

"I'm awed, so be it"

And when he received the hand of the woman, whom he called out from the LORD, he tied her up with a sheet as quickly as he could, and as he sloughed, he went away from the room, pulling the woman.

Like a deacon's sample, before you leave the room, give me a proper and respectful courtesy.

...... Well I did it like that, but I'm really glad it went well.

No, really already.

I'm the boulder! I tried so hard, man. Seriously!

What the fuck, a knife or something! Akan! He's dead again! Or so I thought!

I could have handled it on my own like a reflection, but without it, I would have been dead!

Did you look calm? It was just solidifying!

If you hadn't acted, you'd be crying. Damn it!

Oh, by the way, I'm referring to an earlier act, played by an actor I respect.

I'm really glad the hatchet worked.

Then why did you think that woman was the killer, what,

Normally, I don't think there's any reason for a maid to run such emotions or doodles because her boss was dying to save her.

There's no such thing as a mansion maid.

And I don't think the owner of this body, the maid, likes me that much.

So that woman, she had the same eyes as Gravia Idol trying to rub against the producer completely.

Next thing you know, you suck at acting.

How dramatically do you think you've been observing all kinds of actors?

I just think you're nagging me to cut through with such a halfway act.

I have a constant place to breathe, and it feels like I should just read the line with emotion.

The hand movement is unnatural when I finally say it.

You said that with all your emotions, you have little power in your hands.

Now I think he could have stabbed me to death with a knife at any time, but that's what made him Ada.

When that happens, should I see that the doctor who fled to the statement that he was brought here was being used by that woman to flex and kill the owner of this body?

That's the kind of person who's weak and easy to flush.

But I saw that that kind of thing was getting into this mansion, into something conspiratorial for quite some time.

So much so that my family was dying. So the mastermind is a pretty powerful man.

No, it's just a hunch.

"Sir, I brought you the materials, hurry up, our roster and just the past books, would you mind?"

You're fast at work, this guy!

"Well, I'll see you later, and look at the other materials."

"Ha, I'm awed"

Well, shall we start with the roster?

Sincerely, I take the falling butler sideways, something that looks like a roster.

......... not in Japanese, but I wonder if I can read it.

Uh, my lord, Augusto Verstein.

Oh, good. I could read it.

I was lucky enough to be on the roster. Good.

I might be able to read more slurred than when I read Japanese. Nanicole.

Well, I don't know a few words, but if I could read them, I'd never go over them.

No, I feel like the words are different, but yeah, well, good.

...... but that's a really cool name.

Age 43? Young for the Lord, is it?

My wife is Julia Verstein

The maiden name Lowrist, two countess Lowrist, and Augusto were married at the age of 17 to a fold of 19 and later died of illness at the age of 29.

...... My lord, you're losing your wife early.

I mean, the Counts?

No, it's great, that's all I know.

I would have helped here if I had studied England and some more titles for acting...!

'Cause I didn't seem to have anything to do with the English aristocracy or anything!

Well, no, there's no choice, so let's put it behind us and read it next time.

Uh,

eldest son, Michaelis Verstein, 22

Head of the King Renamilia National Knights.

Your son is so born. Stop.

Knights, kingdoms, counts, yeah.

Somehow, it sounds like medieval Europe or something around there.

I don't know enough to say.

Uh, after that, a servant? Or my lord's sister, who is now no longer married, or something like that?

All right, mostly the major family members figured it out.

Next, the past book is......

The House of the Duke of Verstein is a noble blood muscle, originated by the abandoned and aristocratic royalty.

...... like the history of this house, here.

But is there royal blood in it or something?

Amazing, this house.

Even I, the boulder, know royalty is the greatest.

I don't know!

Well, good. No, uh,

Note that royalty is an attribute of water or ice, so both the Lord and the Next Lord are ice attributes......

......... what's an attribute?

What, the owner of this mansion, it's made of ice or something?

I don't know, what do you mean?

Attributes are that, right? It comes out in app games and stuff, uh, something, fire, that kind of thing?

No, I don't know. I don't play games at all.

I've only played games where characters like round stuffed animals fall from the top and connect the same ones.

"...... sir"

Wow, I'm surprised!

It was the butler who was there if the voice that was suddenly hung up deceived me up with his inner surprise but forced me to act.

"... what's up?"

"... no, when you read books and stuff like that, it's like when Julia was alive," I thought.

"Right."

Julia is our missus, isn't she?

Was it a pretty close pattern?

Julia's brother, maybe around there.

No, but there wasn't anyone on the roster like that.

"If you lose weight like that, you'll have to refresh your meals, too. I'll bring you needles later."

"...... so much, have you changed"

"Half, a little more than, I thought I'd lost weight"

What? Uh, hey, wait.

The owner of this body was so fat?

"I apologize for the inconvenience."

"Hmm... never mind, by the way, how long has it been?

"If it was after Julia died, 12 years, heels"

"Right."

I don't think that's where you want to hear it, but it's okay.

Twelve years is a long time, isn't it?

Until I graduated from elementary school from my baby.

"Your son, Mikaelis Bo, has also finished his adulthood and grown up a lot"

"Son..."

"It's no exaggeration to say that your husband's proud son. You are growing up fine."

"...... well"

Mikaelis, you're the eldest son of the Lord, aren't you?

What, that means...

The lord here, me?

Lord of this one, me!? (Second time)

... Oh, wait, what?

Is this body made of ice?

I usually have a temperature, but what is it?

That, then, Osama's painting like that pig,

I hate to think about it, but the owner of this body!?

You just lost weight. You're like someone else!

"Sir, won't revenge stop you now?

"... suddenly, what?"

Wait, suddenly I'm having trouble being talked about suddenly being so heavy.

I'm sorry, I don't know why.

"Are you still resenting this country?

I'm really sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.

"At that time, during the war, and the medicine to cure Master Julia's disease can only be picked up in hostile countries.

You knew my husband couldn't do it either. "

Um, Julia is our missus, so my missus, so...

I'll even go with the information the butler tells me.

"It's been 12 years. Julia and I don't think you want to look like your husband."

... somehow figured it out.

When I think about the information in its entirety, I wonder if your wife couldn't help you because of the country, and she's been flailing all kinds of things on her stomach.

"One, let's hear it"

"...... let's sit down"

"Why are you telling me that now?

"If my current husband would listen to me properly, I was foolish."

Words of a deacon who bows his head respectfully and is politely told.

I mean, until now, it wasn't a thought circuit that I could listen to people, is that it?

"Not so much, no"

"With all due respect, you seem more calm than you were before you were lying on the floor"

"Well..."

Um, who is this guy, the butler with the Lord, so this guy?

Send a subtle gaze to the roster at hand and seriously look for a name while acting appropriately paged like a flush read.

Then I managed to say the name I found.

"Alfred Strom"

"... is"

All right! Good for you. It fit!

"What the hell was it like?

"... in fear, as if, in a hurry to death, I felt"

I see that the owner of this body, Mr. Augusto, may have been about to die indirectly in order to meet his own wife.

I guess that's why I've been doing things like buying grievances from people.

"...... that's ironic"

"Sir...?"

I don't know what it is, but even Mr. Augusto must not have made it a prediction that a swallowing modern Japanese like me would take over his body.

I didn't even anticipate it.

"Once people experience death, they want to live,"

It's only ironic that some of the people who wanted to die would go in there wishing to live.

"Sir..."

"...... Alfredo, who is the Lord, what?

"... in fear, symbols of the house, specimens, and, Lord, heels"

"Am I the person who deserves it?

I've been a bad person before, so I don't think I can continue to be the Lord or anything like that - oh, my God, I'll say it while creating such an atmosphere.

but

"Sir...! Whatever you say, no one deserves anything but you!

I've been told that with a desperate face like the end of the world.

Wait, how much is it?

"...... would be too much to buy"

"No! You have always been, and soon you will despise yourself!

I don't mean to.

Though I said that, because that's not me.

Something complicated.

"How many years do you think we've been together? I know what you mean."

Ningro, this is your first meeting. I can't say that, but there doesn't seem to be any more islands to mount.

"I also understand how deeply you loved Julia.

And after Julia's death, you've lost your heart. "

That said, the butler distorted his face in a very spicy way.

"So I couldn't stop you."

The expression only conveys the regret of not being able to stop an old friend, though the butler and others were the only ones.

"If I should have risked my life, I should have stopped.

But there was no guarantee that you would go back to sanity. "

"...... so much, were you going crazy"

"Unfortunately, in the beginning, they tried to run for the horses."

Much bad for that.

I see, you loved your wife enough to break your heart.

Even if I turned the country against my enemies, was it because of that love that I was trying to avenge?

"You've been out of your mind for 12 years."

How sad.

Because you don't have a wife anymore, there's no point in revenge.

It's just self-gratification, and if you finish your revenge, it's just sad.

I'm sure that's all that's left for Mr. Augusto.

"... Alfredo."

"Why are you sitting down?"

No, I rang to change it at all because it's so airy, but yeah, nothing floats, what am I gonna do?

Uh, uh, ah! Yeah, this, let's hear it.

"How long have you been asleep?

"I'll be sitting for about a month..."

"Right."

If I fall asleep for a month, I'll lose weight.

...............

Uh, I don't know what to do. I'm done with the conversation.

In the meantime, let's manage to tell the next story.

Something, a topic, uh, uh,

"... apparently I died once."

"Sounds like it.“ Congratulations. "

"Hmm, right"

That's the first word I've ever heard.

We'll find out later.

It'll be somewhere around the dictionary.

"Now your husband will sit down with you, too."

"... am I the sage?"

What the hell is that?

"Now this Verstein realm will also be Antai for five hundred years.

Anyway, Auguste's reign will be restored. "

"I feel like I can live that long."

"What do you say, Sir Sylvester? He will not go down four hundred years old after he has become a wise man. You have to live a hundred years longer than that."

Yes?

Oh, wait a minute.

I have a bad feeling, I mean, I only have a bad feeling.

For some reason I decide to open my mouth, staring at the butler who smiles proudly.

"I thought I was human."

"If you become a wise man, it's like taking a step into God, so you can't help but be confused"

It's getting hard between us, Mr. Augusto......!!

I mean, I've taken over some amazing body, me!

Shit, this is bad.

Because of my age - I can no longer use a hand called Fade Out!

What should I do?

No, I'm a little serious about what I'm gonna do.

You can't give Michaelis the housekeeper anymore.

"I was just wondering if you could give priority to the Knights over us."

"Right."

I didn't like to make notes on the housekeeper's issue, so I thought I'd give it up sarah, but my son doesn't have any greed!

Shit, this looks like I really need to rule.

"...... but you have one problem"

"Why should I sit down?

"I told you, there's a huge lack of memory"

"Don't worry, I'll support you in that."

There's a runway plug!

"Hmm, right"

"...... sir..."

"...... what"

"I hear that when people become sage, they meet the dead of the past."

"...... right"

I don't know!

"... you've met Master Julia."

Huh?

Something like that's happening in the butler, isn't it?

Is that it, a decision? Aren't you very convinced?

Uh, I don't know, should we just do that?

"... enemy, you know."

"I know. It's about your wife. I'm sure she was angry at you as soon as we met.

He said, "I don't want that at all."

I'm sorry I made this up, Mr. Julia.

But somehow, I thought you might say that.

'Cause I don't like it when someone I like does something bad because they want to see me.

If I was trying to die early, I wouldn't like it.

For those who like it, it's natural for a girl to think about it and want her to be happy.

Some girls might not think about that, but I think that's just that the kid doesn't like the other guy so much.

Well, I'm glad I'm dead and still see someone I like.

I don't like to be able to do people I like, people I like that aren't new to me, but, you know, that's why I don't like that.

I don't want you to stop, because of me forever.

If I see you, I'll be angry.

You're not using me as an excuse! Are you nuts?

Then I'll tell you.

"...... live,"

"... sounds like Julia."

I wonder if you've met Julia.

It would be nice to meet you.

If that Kamisama is right, Mr. Augusto's soul is in Yellow Springs, or heaven? He's gone to

I'd hate to go to hell or something if I hadn't met you.

"Alfredo"

"Ha"

"Can I live?"

"Whatever it may be, I want you to live, and I will fool you."

"...... even if I'm no longer the august you know, is that it?

"My Lord will sit with you.

It is a constant fact, even if it lacks memories of my childhood or of the past I grew up with.

I will remain your butler. "

Shit.

Mr. Augusto, I'm so trusted.

What am I gonna do with this?

Me, it sounds like I have to work so hard to play Mr. Augusto.

Luckily now my acting seems to be played Auguste Verstein uncomfortably.

I mean, I'm not at all suspicious.

Well, one day suddenly it's obvious because no one normally thinks the contents are someone else or anything?

And until now, I've lost my mind.

Is it convenient when it comes to convenience?

But I still have a problem.

How do you govern?