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

"Oh, if it's like Vel anymore... Huh! I can't believe you came all this way to see me.

"No, it's a party once a year, and everything, my husband Sama, he was fat. You were in last year."

Haa, and dyed her cheeks with a leak of hot exhalation, returning words of a black-crushed man's shuddering voice to a red-haired girl whining with a tranced look.

I definitely didn't come here to see you, complaining with my gaze alone.

But the girl, as if she had not heard at all, twisted herself with a lukewarm face, like a maiden in love.

"Hmm, you must have missed me because I haven't seen you for a while!

"No, it's an invitation from the royal family, so it's normal to join."

Even if he didn't hear me, I guess the man couldn't help but say.

Point out the inconsistencies in the girl's words instantly.

"You're a sinful woman if you're eager to annoy Master Vel's hand..."

"... husband Sama, she said she wanted to work more than a party because she was annoying."

Despite hiding his face with a cloth, the man, calmly grunting as he sent his gaze to the girl, who could still understand, finally began to turn his grey silver eyes away somewhere, not here, to the fact that the girl had not heard her own words at all.

"Ah, Master Vel, I just saw the eagle!

No more, Master Vel, we have to focus on the party!

"Yeah, because it's paranoid, my husband Sama. I haven't even sent my gaze over here, and what's behind the coco ceiling"

As the black-clad man says, the place where they are is is directly above the party venue, behind the ceiling.

So we're looking downstairs through a hole so small that our fingers can get through.

Their purpose in being in such a place is to protect their Lord.

It should not be possible, but it is to respond to unforeseen circumstances.

There were shadow men hired by various nobles besides them who had yet to realize that they were here because of their excessive skill.

They have the same purpose.

On the surface.

The purpose behind this is to gather information.

In Royal Castle, no shadow man assassinates nobles because he cannot gather information and do anything other than protect them.

Why.

Simply because the strength of the Shadow One who serves the royal family is slipping away.

They were called crimson because they uniformly had red hair and eyes like blood.

There was no reason for the assassination of dignitaries at the time the country was made, but the royal side captured and solemnly corrected the culprit where he grabbed it.

Rumor has it that it was the first generation of crimson who uncovered the evil.

Since then, the perception has taken root that the assassination in the royal castle has not worked out how well, and how many times it has been done, it merely puts one's life at risk to the dark clouds.

It also became an implicit rule in the world behind it, and now the Royal Castle was the place for the socialization of the shadows, or the debut of newcomers.

Maybe we'll get a glimpse of the legendary crimson descendants.

With such pale expectations, those who sneak into the royal castle at work and gather information will not stand behind.

But they, at their peak, both as coverts and assassins, were not so easily spotted, and it was a reality that only rumors preceded them.

The black-clad man had no choice but to question why such a thing was beside him, and to his Lord, sending his gaze like a maiden in love.

But I also thought I had no choice because it was instinct for my Lord to show attractively to those who belonged to the devil.

Because that night, after gathering information with his Lord, he found out that Crimson was a demon clan called a vampire.

I doubt even why such a race of people do the shadows of the human kingdom, etc., but for a man, it would have been totally through because nothing else would have mattered if there had been no harm in his Lord.

Love is blind. It's not love, though.

"And what a lovely thing, Master Ver..."

"Oh, yeah, I agree with that"

The figure of his Lord, who walks the venue with dignity and grace, without some gaps, looked divine to the man, to the extent that he was no longer likely to worship.

It is a late, serious consent.

"Those blue eyes, those cold eyes... they're really nice......, they look like paintings when you wear them..."

"... the boulder is my husband Sama, I knew it would be a different party"

If anyone had listened to the conversation, they would have wondered if the analogous painting was the scene when the villain in the story appeared.

Because the figure of the Lord of men was powerful, no matter where it came from.

"Nevertheless, what an attitude to that monster, Master Vel, I want to kill him"

"Yeah, I know that so much.

But my husband, you have to get permission from Sama, unfortunately extreme.

When he saw something sincerely unpleasant, the man again agreed with a serious voice to the girl who would squeal as if she were throwing up without even hiding her disgust.

"I wonder why Master Vel could have done nothing but blame..."

"Sir, it's about Sama, so I was wondering if you had any thoughts."

"Oh... what an envy, I want the eagle to be scolded with those cold eyes and cut straight off..."

"Wow, that's so creepy"

The man reacted seriously to the whining girl's words and actions.

It is a wholehearted grunt, in complete truth.

Who would have thought one of the crimsons was such a pervert?

I hope that the crimson reds, who should have a few more, are the mattomos, and with that in mind, the blackened man closes his grey silver eyes with his sigh.

In the birthplace of a man in his Lord, such thoughts are called flags, but of course men have no reason to know.

"Oh, Lord Ver, I can't believe you could do that to a king!"

"To?"

When I patted open my closed eyes to the girl's words and hurried to check what was going on downstairs, a startling fact was revealed.

"... husband, Sama, what are you doing?

Unexpectedly, I shrugged, but I guess this is something I can't help.

For in the eyes of a man came a glimpse of his Lord grasping the face of the king of this land with one hand.

Well, shall we check the status quo?

Uh, when I came to the party, I was eagling at the king's face.

Why not?

Let me tell you something.

Why not?

A crown centered on luxuriously crafted, red gems on its head.

It's white gold, so it could be made of platinum or something.

Her hair is beautiful silver.

Impossible full silver with gray hair.

The hair texture is straight and straightforward and cosy.

A man's hair looks pretty much like this, that's about right.

I think he looked like a different type of guy than Mr. Augusto, a great guy.

Mr Augusto, in one way or another, I think it would be classified as a form of aesthetic with thinner lines.

When I was younger, I would have been beautiful enough to finally know my gender by my physique.

Turn it around, the king is an orthodox beauty.

I guess when I was younger, I didn't feel like a prince.

As he grew older, he was dignified, spared and of adult colour.

My eyes were a beautiful amethyst color, I think it was.

It's hard to say, Nice Middle, because I was about the same age as Mr. Augusto.

My personal view is that the word Nice Middle has only been worthy of it since the 50s.

Mr. Augusto doesn't look like a beard, but the king looked great.

I feel a little less tall than Mr. Augusto, just a couple of centimeters lower.

Everything's ruined because I'm grabbing you in the face.

Your beard stings.

I mean, it won't stay like this until we can talk from the other side courtesy of the nobles, will it?

Oh, by the way, there's currently no sound!

Everything stopped sounding like time had stopped!

Everyone around you, look at me. It's a poker! Yeah!

Don't look. Somebody help.

No, no, wait, what am I supposed to do with this?

In my head is the extreme of confusion and my body is completely stiff.

But still, my head was just strategizing on what to do now and what was best.

Do you want to keep your magic here?

And then it wouldn't have happened, would it?

No, no, no, you can't do that, the king is dead.

I mean, I could blow up the castle.

Yeah, dismissed.

Oh, is this the time for metastatic magic?

No, I can't help it now, can I?

Catastrophe will happen later, I don't care what you think.

I guess I'm going to blow up the castle.

Oh, but then Deacon and Hidden could get involved and die, too, you can't, you can't.

I was asking myself that, but I haven't changed my expression in any way.

I didn't even want to imagine what the hell it would look like if I looked from around.

"Well, Master Verstein, we're out of time"

All of a sudden, uh-huh, gracefully smiling queen-like aunt, your sister walked gracefully over to me as she spoke to me.

Unlike the crown of the king's head, Tiara is like made of pink gold, sparkling with the light of lighting.

Set in the center is the same red gem as the crown of the king.

Is the hair a platinum blonde or a calmer color than the patskin?

The colored hair was knotted up to braid and wrapped around the back of his head.

Water colored eyes, characterised by drooping eyes.

When I was younger, I was approached by various men, and I guess I smiled at my older sister with a oh, wow.

The proposition is without any sagging, a great word.

The low exposure dress of the high neck + frill is a very elegant light pink colour, and several roses applied in silver yarn are, by the way, adorned with pearls as accents.

If you look nearby, it is very beautiful and elegant.

I basically don't have a vocabulary, so I can only say something like that at a time like this, what should I do?

"My queen, I apologize for this state of affairs.

I will sit at the Duke of Verstein's house, Lord Augusto. "

My heart is so panicked, and I thought it was white in my head and didn't come out with a line or anything, but something sassy came out of my mouth with such a response.

That's Mr. Augusto.

"Oh, like back then, won't you call me Lily?

Somewhere unfortunately, your sister leans her neck tightly.

It is strange that when such a thing is done, it changes from beautiful to adorable at once.

I want you to be a lovely grandmother like this.

I was very serious about that, but I noticed it unexpectedly.

Hmm?...... that? Wait, the king hasn't gone through?

Are you okay?

Oh, and I don't know about that time or anything, what should I do?

"I'm a little too old to call it that."

I really appreciated the lines coming out of the add-on, even under circumstances that I don't know how to translate.

But it's a little, no, pretty harrowing not knowing what you're going to say.

But for now, we're gonna have to break it off if we don't have a choice now.

"Oh, aren't wasps and Verstein the same age?"

Ugh, and I felt an instant stop at those words told me by my sister, who smiles quite a bit.

Eh.

What!?

Wait, same age!?

Oh, well, since Mr. Augusto and the King are about the same age, and the King and Queen are about the same age, so is Mr. Augusto the same age and so on!

If I think about it normally, it's obvious, but the contents are mine, but it's the harm of the past.

In this case, it is not because I am retarded, but because I am young, which is why I am harmful.

Sure,... maybe,...... probably,......... I'm sure.

"Hmm, you did.

The queen has always been young, so she has lost her mind that she is the same age. "

Even with an attitude that is only natural, I say it with dignity.

At times like this, if you say it grandiose on the contrary, you won't find out!

My sister laughed by the way when I looked at Doya just from the inside out.

"Well!, that you're good. I want my husband to be an apprentice."

"... hmm, speaking of husband..."

Shifting his gaze with chirality, he still has the appearance of a king eagled in my face by me.

I'm jittering, something, um, roaring, but... hey, sister, hey, here. What should I do?

Stopping the words along the way, including such nuances, your sister slapped her hands, pong, with the look on her face that she had just finally remembered.

"Oh, you did, I actually have a separate room. Please, I'll show you."

Ugh, and smiling gracefully, my sister tries to walk out quickly to guide me.

Say, hey.

"... the queen?

Wait a minute, you're not, sister. Do something about this state.

When she sounded surprised while trying to include such nuances, her sister innocently laughed couscous with a childlike smile that the prank had succeeded.

"Ugh, I know.

Could it be time for the man to reflect? Please let me go. "

I was finally able to let go of those words that I was told seemingly enjoyable, but... maybe I'll do this to the king, or I'll fly around my neck.

Flying in this case is not metaphorical or anything, but physically.

Yeah, you fly, no matter what you think.

I'm gonna do my best, but I don't know what's gonna happen, so let's just say hi.

Goodbye, torso.

Get your hands off me with that in mind.

"Buha! I see some running lights, Duke of Verstein!

Oh, no, King, you were holding it to a point where you were dying lightly, or it's a death sentence, after all.

Yeah, it's usually the death penalty.

"Oh, suddenly you deserve to be embraced by Lord Verstein, Your Majesty."

My sister blames the king soothingly for some reason, as opposed to me, who is about to give up the rest of her life.

The king himself, while roaring small, seemed convinced somewhere.

"That may be true, but..."

"Maybe. Not, it is. What do you want me to do?

"Uhm! Let's do something good in the future"

With a Doya face, a king who says kick-ass.

Good place.

To be treated appropriately.

Example: "Do good according to circumstances"

General Meaning Good luck.

Wait a minute, majesty. Where did you go?

"No, if you can, make sure."

"Ha ha! I'm not sure!

The queen sighs slightly as she laughs at the king brightly.

"No, don't tell me confidently."

"You have no choice, do you? It's a reunion with childhood training."

"Totally no more, people like kids forever!

The one who had no choice, the queen laughing as she gave up with the same look she said, looked at the king with a loving look.

Apparently, the king and his wife are a couple.

Wait a minute, Mr. Augusto and the King, are you childhood friendly?!?

Once again, if you look for your memory, I do. Memories with the king.

The details are an invasion of Mr. Augusto's privacy, so to sum it up very briefly, it seems that the Duke and the Royal Family are relatives, and the same age, so get along, starting with what each other's parents had planned.

Like being my best friend and belly, I grew up with a set of two people, mostly, from the age of six or something like that.

"Augusto! Your name, it's hard to call you something! You can use my authority to change your name!

"What are you talking about, Your Highness?"

'Easier to call for abbreviations, make it Christopher or something!

"That's the name of your mother, the queen's dog, Your Highness."

Such a pleasant voice echoed in my head.

They were close enough to joke about such an exchange.

I don't know... I can't wait.

When he was feeling that way about the pleasant exchange that sounded in his head and the rapprochement between the king and his wife, the next moment the king gently shaped himself and turned to me with a serious look that had changed since he hit earlier.

"... Duke of Verstein, there's some stories to pile up, can you come with me?"

Oh, I knew it, right, you'd be called in, right?

This can't be over or anything, right?

Akan, no. I knew I might have died again.

"As you say."

If you have to, take full advantage of the Sage's specs to escape where no one is.

With that in mind, I thanked you for your nobility.

And I couldn't let the royal family guide me, so I was suddenly nearby to your son's guide, in a separate room prepared by the king, and I was donned as if I were a calf to be sold.

This is how it feels to be slaughtered cows.

Besides, what a hard word, I wouldn't get out much if I were you, Mr. Augusto, because I know things. Awesome.

If I was making such a reality escape, a maid, or a woman like that, put my seat, that is, a teacup in front of me, and then left.

He was trembling so small, he was probably so nervous.

Thank you for taking the time.

Well, I'm in the middle of a party right now, so I guess it's really the right thing to serve alcohol, but maybe, to observe from memory, this is Mr. Augusto's preference.

Even for me, I feel grateful because I would have trouble reacting if I were suddenly served alcohol.

By the way, this seems to be a private room to rest in when the royal family is tired of partying.

Mr. Augusto's memory suggests that he used to talk to the king about all sorts of things in this room.

It is a room with a calm atmosphere with all the simple design conditioning.

The colour flavors are basic, brown, black and white, so I think the chic atmosphere is right.

Well, it's got the size and facilities that a family of five would normally be able to live with.

And anyway, I guess this conditioning and equipment, from the average person, is multiplied by the amount that's going to pop out of my eyeballs!

Yeah, it's not a private room anymore, is it?

By the way, your son is currently standing outside this room, in front of the door, in the name of our guard.

Well, you're the Knights Commander, you have no choice.

Even when I was escaping such reality, the situation of pinching a round table of about five people, the king and his wife in the front, even my nerves, which have a reputation for graphics and thickness, felt a tension that seemed to rub me off.

I want to be stress-free.

Take the teacup in front of you seriously and mouth it.

Oh, this tea is so delicious.

I wonder if you're using the higher tea leaves that I've been drinking at the Mansion.

No, yeah, the tea the butler put in is delicious, but the high tea leaves are just delicious, I guess.

"Well... it's been a really long time, Augusto"

I was thinking about tea like a reality escape, but the king talked me into it, so I stopped going.

In the meantime, I guess I'll have to answer something.

Something, uh, yeah, okay.

"... I remember seeing you three months ago, on the occasion of His Royal Highness the First Prince's twelfth birthday."

The first prince was just your niece's fiancée candidate, right?

When I went to say hello to some prince, I came up with a memory of being made so evil, but then I also came up with a memory of being apologized to by the king.

Well, Mr. Augusto was a brilliant pig at the time.

That said, as your niece's fiancée, she doesn't deserve much - Prince.

It seems to distort my personality.

When I told him to think about it calmly, the king looked at me with an indescribably sad look, as if he had seen something painful.

"... but it was insane, wasn't it?

Oh, what, do I look like such a painful person?, or so I thought for a moment, but I was convinced by the King's words like that, oh, I see, if you're serial.

In the meantime, I'm going to delude you here while also mixing the truth.

"... well, I'm sorry to bother you.

To be honest, I've had vague memories in the last twelve years. "

I mean ambiguous, or you won't come out unless you try hard to remember! Memory!

"Yes, it was..."

A king who squeals with a sad look, as if it were his own thing.

As for me, who is completely someone else's contents, I can't wait to do so.

And, for now, it's a follow up, come on me!

"Rest assured, Your Majesty.

My memories with His Majesty are also somewhat vague due to the great lack of memory, but I was wondering if there would be any impediments in my future as Duke. "

"Wait, Augusto"

"Ha, what have you done?

Something suddenly rang out to me, but I guess what the hell.

"Lack of memory, you say?

"I'll sit right there."

Once affirmed, the king's expression became even more sad than it had just been.

Then even the queen seems very sad.

Yeah, I seem to have lost my word!

But I don't know where I'm going to lose my memory until I tell you something I don't remember! Prevention is limited, especially!

"Your Grace..."

The queen leans against the king with a crying expression.

I really can't wait to make you look like that.

I'm already so sorry.

"... um, Augusto, can you answer this Steelhang question?

And so asks the king, who nodded quietly, as urged by such a queen, as he had decided to do.

"If you sit as far as I can answer."

As far as I'm concerned, I no longer had to answer that.

"So... right, heh, that's what I said, but what the hell should I hear from"

"Go ahead, do as you please"

Leave this sorry for now, if you want to reduce my chances of beheading in the future at all, I'll do my best to answer!

I don't put it out on the outside at all, or if I do, I'm going to do it Akan, so I act perfectly 'normal', but I just want to do that on the inside.

But the king doesn't try to say anything at all about whether he's lost anything.

As my intentions seemed to shrivel gradually, the king opened his mouth again, finally summing up his thoughts.

"... first of all, good to go home, should I say.

Reports say you've become a wise man... is that the truth?

Apparently, the content is labor and confirmation.

Well, I guess the most important thing I want to hear is about the later one.

Now, as Hidden said, the pervert was a royal handler.

Anyway, what I know externally as a sage is about that pervert and the grandfather of a sage.

Grandpa wanted to hide his connection to me, so it was that pervert who rose to the king.

Even a sage doesn't hide things that far, but he's not making a public statement, and I don't think most people would think so.

Sage seems rare.

"If that reporter is not mistaken, it will be"

Answering pale, the king gave a slightly strange look.

"Why are you in other human resources?

No, 'cause, hey?

"... I'm afraid, Your Majesty, I don't really feel much either, so I'll sit down."

Even if they say sage or something, I don't know what position that is.

Because it's unusual and it's very small, so rare, I know because I looked into it, but I don't know how awesome it is.

Even when they say I'm about to be a god, there are a few other people like me, and it's that amazing? That's why.

If you don't feel it, you don't feel it!

You're in trouble while you're at it!

Because it only feels like other people are screwed up, and there's no sense of consequence crisis at all, which is what I don't think I can do.

Well, I'm thinking about that, but the outside is a bit troublesome, but solemn.

In response to me like that, the king nodded convinced and then opened his mouth with a sure look.

"Hmm, I see.

So, about the lack of memory, but... is it poison?

Well, there's no way that pervert hasn't let you know why Mr. Augusto fell.

It would be work for once.

"Some of the memories are obscure, so I was wondering if you were right."

Well, Mr. Augusto died because of the poison, so I guess it's not wrong.

"Well, then who did it, do you know?

"Yes."

The premise is that if the information obtained from Mr. Hidden is correct!

As soon as I answered, the king laughed bitterly.

"Well, you wouldn't have thought the poison he planted would make him a wise man."

It's ironic.

After I answered to hammer him, I thought.

Your Majesty, I'd like to ask you one more question.

"Tell me."

No, I asked him about it and something came out OK.

Then let's not hesitate to ask.

"Who the hell is the one who reported it?

Apparently, you saved me because of that pervert, but Sage is dead once, so you can be, right?

I mean, there's something to bring the dead back to life, right?

"There are many things even this king doesn't know about that.

You're deluding me that you've been helped by a secret antidote. "

"... would you like to sit on your left?"

Ah, that's a nasty pattern. Here, there's just more mysteries.

Well, I don't care about perverts, 'cause I feel sick. No, let's not.

It's through, through.

"But when I heard you were down, you got cold."

"... sorry for your concern."

Everybody freaks out when childhood taming happens like that, you have no choice.

I apologized for now even though I was so convinced, for some reason the king came to argue with a serious look, painfully.

"No, this is the one I have to apologize for."

They said that painfully, and regrettably, yeah.

Suddenly what do you say, king?

"Your Majesty, what do you propose?"

"No, let me apologize"

I'm getting stubborn, but what the hell is wrong with this king?

But there's nothing to be apologized for by His Majesty.

"No, being a sage means being dead once.

I mean, this Steelhang couldn't protect Augusto. "

You got a bad feeling about this?

No, the perverted job was my protection and surveillance.

It was the king who ordered it, which means the king wanted to protect Mr. Augusto.

Yeah, I got a really bad feeling about that.

"It is not a good thing for a king to kill his wife for the sake of his country, or to lose his life."

That's what I said, a king who leans down and drips out of sight of me.

Akan, this could be definitive.

"... Your Majesty, may I say one thing with respect?"

"... let me know."

Regrettably, I don't hesitate to say it because I seem to have received forgiveness from a king who answers painfully.

"Are you stupid?

"To?"

Was it unexpected, the king who looks at me with an unexpectedly raised face and a poker and an open mouth what a dumb look.

No, 'cause, hey?

That's not the king's responsibility, no matter what you think.

Because of how much you lose, you can't usually care about that.

I understand that you wanted to protect Mr. Augusto.

But it's self-inflicted.

I mean, the king was overprotective to protect Mr. Augusto.

That is.

"Because you do that, I used to go up and do whatever I wanted."

It's also the King's fault that Mr. Augusto was such a pig.

"No, but, you know, there's a whole lot of nonsense here..."

I'm already upset with the king who's still trying to recruit something.

"Hustle. I don't remember asking for that.

I don't want you to blame me for everything that's supposed to be my fault. "

You're not making me an adult man like that to protect you, you fool, King.

I'm a sociopath, so don't look after me like a parent!

"...... but... you resent it, don't you?

"Yes, I resent you"

"I knew..."

"Except to the person who caused that war,"

'Cause that's the best cause.

"But the decision to fight..."

"Right, that would be Your Majesty. But that's a theory of results.

It is not His Majesty who should be blamed. "

But...! "

All of a sudden, I guess I haven't got my thoughts on it.

The king tried to recruit more with an indescribably complicated look.

But let me fold this place up.

"I understand what you're trying to say, a king is one who bears all the blame.

But then why are you under your command? "

"It's..."

"Sometimes praise, support and protect. That's what even the book says.

Then why didn't you cut me off when I became a fool?

I should have been truncated first if I could not use such a subordinate.

Ignoring that, this king acted to protect Mr. Augusto, keeping his emotions intact.

It was that ugly piggy bastard who got the result.

"There's no way I can! With the king, there's love, there's character!

"Otherwise, it's too late! Why did you leave me in that condition?

"I didn't leave you alone or anything! Watch me so I can always help...!"

The king's words, told in a sad voice, corroborated my, unwanted idea of a hit.

Oh, that sucks, you king.

Yeah, 'cause it's weird, you know, what you've been watching, what Mr. Augusto's been doing, all your thoughts, everything's been out of control for the king since you hired that pervert, right?

That's what it is, isn't it?

"How is that different from abandonment?

I thought it was odd that such a paperwork was not always a problem every year.

King, did you pretend not to look?

"No! Look right through, and here's the contradiction, cover..."

"... I mean, you were cheating, weren't you?

"... because if you don't, you're gonna have to crush the Versteins!

Don't say that! Why is the King increasing my chances of losing my head and strengthening it even more! Don't do this!

Somebody stop it!

"You idiot! You should have crushed it if it was enough to strain the people!

"Why! If it's all my fault, why would Augusto have to sacrifice it!

Wait a minute, this king is talking about me!

What, this is my nature!?