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

capital and king capital of the kingdom of Renamilia, "Renamis"

The city is built to rest around a single lake.

The water gushing from the lake reached the entire city by using waterways, and the Wang capital, Renamis, was also known as the Water Capital.

The castle, built in the heart of that lake, is beautiful enough to contend for one or two even on this continent.

The views from the tower overlooking the King's capital were blue skies and beautiful castles, streets, where they mirrored the lake, with just stunning views.

If the shape of such a castle is the easiest to understand analogy, it is very similar to that castle, with a symbol of a land that is not in Tokyo while branding it Tokyo, a white wall on a dusty blue roof.

But in order to enter the castle, it was necessary to cross a bridge built on the lake.

It is the only bridge that connects the King's capital to the castle.

When I say lake, it's not that big, so neither is the length of the bridge.

But it was wide and long enough for the carriage to be different or for the parade to take place.

And at the end of the bridge, in front of the castle gate, a special carriage rotary for visitors is built.

Many only come in about ten cars in half a day, including the nobles who visited on a regular day, such as a sight, which is a huge feast only today.

Lots of aristocratic carriages come and drop off their families and leave.

It's all for the second day of the founding party today.

Such a second day party takes place in the morning.

In the morning, it is close to noon, but from those who participated since last night, it was a time when there was no obstacle.

A bell rings around the castle announcing 11 a.m.

At the same time, the gate at the front of the castle opened, and nobles who were unable to participate last night, as well as those who participated last night but once returned home, began to enter the castle.

Some of them included children who were too old to participate the day before, and as a result there were many aristocrats who came with the whole family, and a group of aristocrats who were the middle ground.

Once a year, there are still many aristocrats who participate when they can see royalty up close or say hello rarely.

However, those judged by the gatekeeper to be unworthy to enter the castle had been driven back by soldiers guarding the gate.

For example, those who try to stand out more than royalty,

For example, those who do not disarm,

For example, a civilian who got drunk and lacked common sense.

Essentially, civilians cannot enter the castle without being invited by the nobles, but many became unconscious in the aftermath of the festivities taking place in the city.

The bridge can be crossed on foot, so it seems that Nori and I have gained momentum.

In the meantime, nobility in general can never be stopped, and can enter the castle very normally.

That was because there was little danger to the common aristocrats, and it was a sign that the royal side trusted the aristocrats.

This kingdom of Renamilia basically tends to emphasize the total amount of magic.

Thus, the aristocracy basically has some total magic power.

It is all because the total amount of magic is high, and people who can use magic often marry each other.

On the contrary, it can be said that there are exceptions, but almost none, for those who are civilians and have magic.

In the meantime, those who have a high total amount of magic and even more personality problems are disqualified as aristocrats first, and therefore cannot be allowed to succeed the governor.

Because if you take such a person for granted, the country will have a big bomb.

Nobility must be a being that uses its magic to defend its territory and guide its people.

If you only have personality problems, you can restrain them by letting other nobles handle them.

Therefore, there is no such aristocracy.

...... epitopically, though.

It is unclear whether any of the nobles currently living in the kingdom fall under the category of nobles who should not exist as described above.

Let's just say it's an unpleasant reality that it's not hard to imagine being there.

Aside from that, there was a distinguished family among the nobles who continued to enter the castle.

The thin wrapped around it is the simple of the mermaid line, a blue dress that can only be worn by those accompanying the royal blood, and a blue dress close to blue.

Lightly halved up the loosely wavy blue silver hair, giving the beholder a cold impression somewhere, a waking beauty.

At age 37, the youthfulness still visible in her late 20s did not appear to have a daughter who would be 12 this year.

Escorting her like that is a blonde aristocratic man.

Featuring a large eye that tends to drool, he can't help but say he's a child's face.

Without the slight wrinkles on his eyeballs, he's likely to even look in his early 20s.

He was wearing more decorative, light-green than usual aristocratic clothing for the party, but she didn't like the costume with the same color as his eyes.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

She shrugged as she wrinkled between her eyebrows and threw up abominably, distorting its righteous face.

"Because it's an annual festival, there's no choice."

To her, my wife, with a troubled smile, I throw those words at her.

To him like that, she curled her frustration to the dew as well.

"No! If you're dressed like that, another stupid woman who can't give up her identity or a woman like a depressed pig will think of you...!

Why should I allow myself to be suspicious if I just can't stand it when it's in your sight? "

Whoever hears it is just a love affair.

To such a wife, being her husband, he opened his mouth, twisting his eyebrows from the expression that was tender, distorting his expression somewhere irritating.

"... then let me tell you something, but what's your outfit?

I'm the one who can't forgive fancy dresses that accentuate the lines of the body that only exist to stir up the greed of men like pig nobles and horse shit around here. "

After all, whoever hears it is in love.

The girl, two daughters and eldest daughter, sandwiched by those two, began again... and became distant.

"What the hell! You are my husband...?"

"That's right, and you're my wife. I can't allow another man to just look at you."

"When will you trust me...?"

"I shouldn't because you're prettier, more adorable, and more bullish than anyone else.

You are the one who will believe me when...! "

"I shouldn't because you are nice, dressed and attractive to everyone...!!"

"... oh, I want to imprison... eh!

I guess we can't help but like and like each other.

Such disturbing words, whining as they worked out their magic about what the hell they were both going to do, overlapped beautifully.

Her maiden name is Rosalind Verstein.

She is the sister of the Duke of Augusto Verstein and now Countess of Lowrist.

And his husband, he is now the brother of the late Duchess of Giulia Verstein, Earl of Emilio Laurist.

If anyone had listened properly to the conversation earlier, what would have happened to this stupid couple?

But I wonder if it's sad, just observe the couple's remainder of the sword screen farther around, and who doesn't understand the contents of the conversation?

Therefore, among the social community and the nobles, their couple was famous for their worst friendship.

"Father, Mother, I will enter the castle as soon as possible!, how long should I stay here!

Such, to the two worst looking couples, my daughter, Countess Cristia Lowrist, curls up as if she had a seizure.

The people around them were impressed with the girl's bravery and arrogance and frowned when it was something they could often interrupt.

The girl wearing a lovely dress in a light peach fabric with a light green frill, lace and ribbon is a beautiful girl who is uninterrupted, resembling her parents.

Because of the similarity in eye shape to my mother, Rosalind, I get a tighter impression than cold, but I have a stronger impression that she is cute because she is only 11 years old.

Such a girl doesn't know because her parents, who only feel like they are fighting with Ichicha while standing still, feel that they are starting to work out their magic, and this is bad, and they just managed to make an opinion to distract her.

"Well, Cristia, it's not something that speaks too loud, it must be"

In her daughter's remarks, the lady whispers her eyebrows, spreading the fan of her dress and her tonal wings with a basil and concealing her mouth.

His eyes are cold and harsh, but his mouth under the fan was loose without interruption.

Oh, my God, you stuck around because we don't really care about our kids, because you're still so cute looking like Emilio, which was the true intent of the lady.

"Oh... no more, Mother."

But sadly, the girl of the day who is my daughter, speaking, feels that she is not much loved by the cold attitude of her real mother.

Therefore the girl smiled slightly at her temperament and uttered words of apology as she was about to lean down without feeling sad.

The lady wrinkles further between her eyebrows.

It was like, what a cute little girl, but all I could say was:

However, it remains loose under the fan.

Laughing makes me smile the same way as Master Emilio, or my child is really too cute! and so on.

"Hmm, but Christia's right, I can't help staying here."

Speaking of Emilio, the father of the girl, who tells her that like nothing else, the reality was that she seemed indifferent to her daughter because she was trying not to put too much emotion on the table because of the poker face, which was cultivated by the Emperor and always seemed kind.

But with all due respect, my kid is so cute, I still don't want to put him out on my daughter-in-law who wasn't bringing him, try to get him off that fucking prince's fiancée candidate.

I couldn't laugh at all because I think of it as something like that.

"... you have no choice, let's go"

When the lady said so with a big sigh walked out and the girl experienced chest pain in such a way,

To the girl's ear, I heard a little rumor about the nobles over there.

- Did you hear that?

Oh, you know, rumor is that the Duke of Pigs has become a sage.

That content stops the girl who was about to walk out.

In the alley, speaking of the Duke of Pigs, I mean my real uncle, the Duke of Verstein.

And speaking of wise men, they are chosen by God.

Your uncle is a sage?

The girl tilted her neck unexpectedly wondering what the hell was going on.

Even though it had been revealed before when we met, for some reason it is completely out of my mind, I forget that when I am distracted by other things, it will be caused by child-specific forgetfulness.

Perhaps if you think about it a little, you'll recall that it's important, but you forget it's probably the best reason because the presence of a sage man is on the cloud, and he's not familiar at all.

"Cristia, come quickly!

To my mother's stern calling, the girl turns forward haphazardly.

If I noticed, my parents and I were a lot of distance apart.

"Oh, yes, I'm going now."

The girl responds in a hurry and heads to the two on a small run.

When I finally chased him, my father was looking at the girl with a suspicious look on his face.

"What's wrong, Kristia?"

The expression is not unusual, it is simply a questionable atmosphere.

The girl honestly decided to tell us what caused it.

My uncle was rumored earlier.

To the girl who tells him so, my father frowns all depressingly.

"... again, don't worry about the words of a fool who doesn't know his brother-in-law"

"Yes, Cristia, there are only rumors about your brother that are not busy."

My father, who tells me pale, and my mother, who goes on chilling.

The girl's heart broke when she felt herself still neglected by the two of her parents like that.

Still, the girl laughs at her temperament.

The girl lacks experience because she is 11 years old.

Therefore, I don't even realize that my parents are hiding their true intentions.

Sometimes it would have been a decision for some girls not to be loved by their parents because it had been the same attitude before they realized it.

The parents only see the wind that the girl, because of her excellence, grows up honest enough to say Wagamama occasionally.

Therefore, I don't even notice the problem.

If you think about it a little bit, you'll see it's unnatural, but you can't realize it at all.

Twelve years ago, I was a real sister to my father and a good friend to my mother, the death of Julia Verstein.

And that makes it a transformation of Augusto Verstein, a friend to my father and a real brother to my mother.

One major factor would be the fact that each of them has become a claw mark and is causing their hearts to become annoying.

Sadly, they were completely unaware of this reality.

To answer her parents' words, the girl smiles and opens her mouth

"... well, whatever your uncle is, he's lost weight, and it's very nice."

But when I remembered the appearance of my glorious uncle, I was relieved of my sadness, and the girl's cheeks loosened naturally.

Beautiful, well-dressed, gentle uncle.

The only thing I really felt proud of was the fact that my gentle uncle, who was looking at me, had lost weight and made me look so glorious and better.

Girl, when the hell will I see you next, maybe, today? And, squeal your little chest.

"I've heard so many times, is that true?

"It's true! My uncle would have been nice to be a fiancée anyway."

To his father's questionable words as he advanced his steps, the girl answered with clarity, then somewhere unfortunately muttered.

Then my mother next door laughs small.

"Oh, I don't think so, because your brother is Julia."

The girl was heartily surprised by the voice of her mother, neither scornful nor cold, and interested in the being that made her so.

"... Julia, your father's sister, who died when I was born, your uncle's wife?

If the girl asks to confirm, now my father answers calmly.

"Yes, my brother-in-law, if you went up there, you'd already be drowning."

The look of my father smiling nostalgically with a tender look broke the young girl's heart.

Why do you have such a sweet look?

I've never been given that look by your father and mother.

The girl's chest was about to be torn apart by the feelings of ugly jealousy inside her and the guilt of having such feelings, and the situation where she couldn't cry to cry.

"But it's not a good time to go say hello at all, so I'd like to see my brother-in-law up there today"

"Well, I agree about that."

Behind the emotions of such a girl, her parents enter the castle in conversation with no other love that way.

The girl was just desperate to stay away from her parents and not explode the dark, ugly emotions surrounding her.

The family stays put and moves on to leave it to the flow of people.

Looks like we made it to the venue while we were at it.

I could see the aristocrats of the various garments cheering thoughtfully, and in an overly brilliant world, the girl's thoughts were repainted at once.

My parents calmly watch the little girl who doesn't even care how dark and heavy she feels until just now and looks around, her parents calmly on the outside and her insides stuffy with the extra smile.

Like the girl, it was the annual routine for boys and girls that today was their first party, first as a poker at the size and luxury of the venue, then busily looking around.

The noble debutant is still ahead of him because he's basically 16 years old, but at the annual festival, the kids will soon be able to taste the party atmosphere.

Even so, the premise is that children who can participate in this festival will now be 12 years old.

Looking around, the boys and girls seemed to be all over the place, just like the girl.

"You're finally here! Kristia Lowrist!"

Girl's shoulder bounces on such a call that she can take the sudden shout and indignation in it.

If the girl turned to the voice in haste about something, it was Ludwig Sheva Renamilia, 12, the first prince of this country, who was at the end of her gaze.

In their original history, these two never met in this venue.

That is due to the fact that there was no outrageous manipulation of the girl by the Duke of Augusto Verstein.

Originally, a prince who boiled her business to a girl who neither attended this party nor even apologized in writing visited the Count's house and inadvertently consoled herself without knowing how to treat a girl who looked desperate for everything.

The girl was kind enough to apologize to me then, suppose,

It was totally unclear what would happen ahead at a time when I was so obsessed, turned into a Yandere to name a few, and ultimately became my fiancée because of my overgoing obsession and the height of the girl's total magic power, and gradually became neglectful of the girl.

Such a prince's appearance is a beautiful boy like Lily's Hua, with silver thread-like hair color, amber eyes that also look golden with the addition and subtraction of light rarely born in royal blood muscles.

Luxurious garments in the form of military uniforms, a ceremonial courtesy dedicated to the royal family, based on the blue colour of the royal family, had enhanced the beauty of the prince.

I originally weave a cape on top of it, but this time it is in the castle, so it is not simplified and worn.

But speaking of the girl who captured such a prince in her sight.

"Well, Your Highness..., it's been a very long time.

It is an honor to remember my name and other names. "

It was a sarcastic response to whether it was not in the eyes at all.

Instead, it's even a cold response somewhere, something about you, that created a targeted atmosphere.

The girl, still behaving properly and politely, could be described as quite aristocratic.

"You can count on it! Don't you have something to say to me!?

But the prince, though he had changed his name from me to me because it was an official place, had such a terrible attitude that such a mon did not matter.

Have you not thought about it, or have you had so much frustration with the girl?

It is unclear how many royal princes are recommended to yell at women on these occasions.

Now that he is only a child, he is only allowed to do so, but if he continues to repeat himself in the future, the prince will one day receive some reward.

The girl, such a prince became pitiful.

And I see this is the period of rebellion, and the girl convinced opens her mouth to answer the question.

"...... uh, first of all, I would like to congratulate you very much on today's successful founding anniversary.

Your Highness, the growing prosperity of this country... "

"No!, no, I'm not, but I'm not.

The other day!

The look of the prince yelling at the cover and pointing at the girl even more viscid looked desperate somewhere.

To such a prince, the girl turns a cold gaze.

"... the other day? If it was then, I would not apologize. Instead, I would like you to apologize."

"Become...!?"

In retrospect of the day, the girl said to the prince, kicking it away.

For a girl, being demeaned uncle is probably one of the upscales.

In contrast, it seems that the prince didn't say two words, just let him open and close his mouth when he was hazy.

Normally, I don't have anyone close at all who answers or gives opinions to me, so I guess I didn't get words to argue aggressively.

Leaving such a prince alone, the girl breathed in small and said words to never spit out her will.

"But if you need to apologize, there's only one thing."

To the girl's words, did the prince feel bewildered but victorious, raising the edge of his mouth, of his righteous face?

"... what, say it"

Arms together, when I said so, the prince's expression was already unsatisfactory in itself, and a confident Doya face.

The girl was plainly irritated by such a prince's attitude, albeit an attitude to give royal majesty.

But still, if you don't just do this, the girl excites herself and bows her head.

"Apologize for saying His Highness worse than necessary that day.

Those were my eight hits. I'm so sorry. "

The prince, who seems to have taken care of the girl who apologizes seriously, laughs with his nose as he looks down at the girl, hmm.

Then, in a grand manner, he announced.

"Um, let's accept that apology.

But why would you want me to apologize?

... bullshit, etc.

The girl is inside and seriously thinks I might bust this fucking kid, but still opens her mouth like a nobleman girl, gracefully, and gently.

"... Your Highness, I apologize for your disrespect"

"Oh, my God, I'm generous. I don't have anything to ask you."

Oh, I don't know what to do with this, I really want to bust it.

The girl was also irritated by the prince's, dignified and gaze from above, then the kind of voice and attitude she made a fool of herself.

But even if they rot, they're royalty, most importantly, children.

The girl explains to herself that she is also a child, and convinces herself that the prince's attitude is due to her childhood.

"For example, suppose there was a man of His Highness's esteem, if he despised me, wouldn't you be angry or angry?

"You're gonna get mad at me for taking it for granted."

"I mean, that's the thing.

That's when I was angry with His Highness. "

If the girl assured him that she was kicking at the prince, the prince of the moment gave him a poker look like he had been taken aback for a moment, and then, with a derisive half-laugh, he saw the girl.

"...... wait, no way. You, you respected that duke, huh?

"I respect you, it's a mistake! Besides, don't scorn me for not knowing so much about your uncle!

Looking at the prince as he glanced at her, the girl had been made to pair with the dress, opening the fan with thin green blades on the brown axis with a good momentum, gracefully hiding her mouth, but answered with an absurd voice.

"What do you want me to know about him?

ugly, inferior, hog-like aristocracy, what else is there "

I guess a prince who distorts his expression like that and mocks him knows his position is unshakeable.

No hesitation whatsoever, I mocked the girl.

But there's no way a girl can keep her mouth shut.

"If you say anything more, let me twist up that noble mouth."

There was no light in the eyes of a girl who said kick-ass with a full face.

"Huh!?

Though instinctive fear of the girl's condition, the prince who summoned the pride of the royal family without, only needs to be able to wolf for a moment.

The girl kept staring at the prince with no light in her eyes against the prince, who would deviate without being able to close her eyes.

"Please apologize"

The inside of the prince to such a girl was scared how many times he was so scared, but still the prince opens his mouth desperately.

"Oh man, you understand what you're talking about!

To the prince, whose voice abhorred in bitterness, the girl returned quietly in a completely unchanged manner.

"Of course."

A new figure appears on the spot when the girl runs out of words.

"What the hell is all this fuss?, it's not like a lady's voice is absurd, Kristia."

"Uncle!?

I looked back as if the girl panicked about whether the voice I heard was unexpected.

The opposing prince gives a half-sided, surprising look at the intruder in sight.

Because the prince's memory had no idea who he was.

But it was his uncle, Duke of Augusto Verstein, the girl's real uncle, who had been mentioned earlier.