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

Although I climbed the castle to attend the second day of the party, I was already very, very concerned.

'Cause it was yesterday today, wasn't it?

There's definitely something going on.

But even though the Spirit Kings pushed me here last night, I knew there was no reason not to participate, so I rode a carriage and even came to the castle where I came last night.

Why, the invitation they sent me is an invitation to all of these three days.

Unless such things as ill health or the misfortune of relatives occur, they will shame the royal family if they do not participate.

It's a waste of my life, so I can't help it.

Unlike last night on the second day, the number of participants is out of digits.

Yesterday they were only limited aristocracy, but the two days from today are full of people as far as the venue can see because others are here.

Well, it's a quick story, the gaze that pierces this body is out-of-digit.

As soon as I get in, I feel like I'm in a deep mood.

What the hell are you looking at?

As an actress, I'm supposed to be used to other people's gaze, but you're doubling your tightness because of Mr. Augusto's too high specs, what's this feeling, yadda this?

By the way, the venue where I am now is somewhere else than last night, but it's also the venue that I went to last night.

I thought the venue was huge last night, but this one is huge.

Furthermore, the venue also seems to include a courtyard to accommodate as many people as possible for the remaining two days.

Yeah, let me just say it.

What happened to the structure of this castle?

No, there's a Kitty Castle structure in my memory, but I'm going to go through it because it smells so annoying when I try to make it into a sentence to explain it again.

Just in my brain, yeah, I nodded one thing, and that's when I noticed, uh, the entrance to the venue, right near the open door, the presence of two people somewhere familiar.

A beautiful woman with loosely wavy blue silver hair and a gentle looking blonde face, a man a little younger than Mr. Augusto.

Such two people looked at me gawdly and looked at me with such a surprised look as if I had seen even a haunted one.

I don't think I know my original face very well, but it's Mr. Augusto, so I can't help it.

I mean, I got so scared that there was even a ghost behind my back, but there was no sign behind it.

Yeah, uh, why are you looking at such a mess, the two of you I saw in one of these?

In the meantime, I decided to search these two sets from Mr. Augusto's memory, not rushing and making noise inside, with a little haste.

Search Results, One

Mr. and Mrs. Lowrist.

Rosalind (37), sister of Augusto Verstein; and Emilio (43), brother of Julia Verstein and husband of Rosalind.

My niece, Kristia's parents.

No, instead of getting to know each other, come through relatives and be brothers and sisters!

What, what is this, what do I do, what do I do with this?

Uh, uh, say hello for now, I need to say hello first.

Konkoke's eyes fit and it's too unnatural to go through or something, and more importantly, we're family for once, and we have to work hard here.

Oh, no. What was Mr. Augusto calling these two?, that, but what about not being very familiar in places like this?

My husband is the same age as Augusto. I don't know what else to call him!!

My brother, my brother-in-law and my brother-in-law don't know why anymore!!

Oh, shit. I can't decide what to do.

By the way, it seems that there are quite a few times when friends and each other's sisters marry each other's brothers in order to make each other's houses more connected among the nobles! Don't admit it's hard, country!!

Yeah, calm down first. Me, okay, for now, I have to say hello from this side because mine is great in my capacity, right?

Do we have to say hello in an official setting for once?

Though I thought about that all at once, my head panicked at the sudden appearance of Mr. Augusto's family, which seemed to make me sweat cold, and I nevertheless tried my best to get closer to the two of them.

"Long time no see. Countess Lowrist."

As much as possible, try not to be swordswallowed, loosen your eyes, and create familiarity not to be rude, but to speak up.

A calmer voice than I expected, a little rushed on the inside, but I strained anyway to make sure I didn't get hemmed here.

Then the beautiful woman, Mr. Augusto's sister, opens her mouth, as if she had said it unexpectedly with a stunned face.

"Dear brother,"

Potty and a small voice that seemed to scratch out.

"Brother-in-law..."

Then a blonde man, her sister's husband, muttered with the same dismal look on her face.

No, if you were calling me my brother-in-law, you wouldn't know what to call extra, but damn it.

I'm glad you're doing well.

Just hanging those words without difficulty for now, your sister twisted that beautiful face as if it were a little child, and the same hanging eyes as Mr. Augusto moistened those ice-blue eyes with tears.

I wonder, the momentum of tears accelerates all at once, tearing apart and zeroing tears, and she advances towards me.

"Oh, brother!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

All of a sudden I don't know what to do to cope with the situation, but for now, I'm going to hold her in my arms and gently slap her back with a pom so I can forgive her, while I keep my mouth shut with the dialogue that Mr. Augusto is going to say.

Even if the tears stain your clothes, it's good because if you leave it alone, stop sniffing or something, okay? Because it will be shiny.

"Good, really good...! Welcome back, brother...!"

Your sister is my breast, and she says those words with a squeezed, trembling voice, tearing away at the momentum that hasn't made her cry yet, but it's going to happen like this.

Sounds like a very touching reunion, but I'm very sorry that I'm not Mr. Augusto.

...... Yeah, I can't wait.

When I looked at your husband, it was like when I saw something I missed, and it was like a ho, and then I was about to cry, and I was already looking at this one with a really complicated look.

Does salvation mean there is no malice in it at all?

I don't know what to say, I guess Mr. Augusto was really worried about a lot of people, again.

I guess the reason I wasn't trying to realize at all was because I couldn't afford to be in person.

It's not even a reason.

'Cause that was just a run, wasn't it?, I know for a while, but it's twelve years. No, I don't.

I can understand, but I don't want to empathize.

If I was thinking about that, I would try to work a little harder because the feeling of panic and guilt calmed me down a little and I could afford just a little.

... Okay, temper, temper me.

This is where it's supposed to be! Come on, me!

I have to live as Mr. Augusto, so I have to fool them.

... that just broke my heart a little bit when I thought about it again, what's wrong with me?

Not if you're emotionally unstable about guilt, come on, me.

I breathed so that no one would notice me as I aroused myself.

"... oh, I'm home. It's hard to say that you're safe."

Tapping Pompom and his sister on the back, he tells them with a slightly calm voice, just like he did earlier.

Then your sister raised her face with momentum.

The expression is colored with surprise and anxiety, and the mouth that tries to say something is shaking.

The only thing I thought about your sister like that was that it was really nice to have a difference in height.

'Cause in the scene earlier, if there wasn't much difference in height, I think Mr. Augusto's jaw and his sister's forehead bumped into each other with tremendous momentum.

It would ruin a lot of things if that happened, and it's a comedy all at once.

In a serial scene. That's Akan.

"What does that mean?"

While I was thinking about it, it was my husband who responded to what I said.

Seriously, and with some confusing atmosphere, I guess I decided I still had to ask.

Though I did it for once, it makes me more guilty if you're so honest with me.

No, yeah, well, I can't help it.

It's already Gdagda in the brain, and there's no temperature difference hammering everything with the inner and outer surfaces, but there's no choice.

"... Hmm, isn't this where we talk now? Shall we go to the courtyard?

"...... yes, Rosa should calm down a little too........."

At the time my husband agreed with my suggestion that it would be a little difficult in such a crowded place, his gaze turned elsewhere and he consolidated with a surprised look.

"... what's wrong?"

What's all of a sudden? Anything wrong?

"No, Kristia..."

Something unexpected popped into my eyes as I turned to follow my mumbling husband's gaze in confusion.

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

My niece, who loudly asserted that she was kicking ass, staring at the boy as she hid her mouth with a fan.

Huh? Wait, what? About me? Oh, no, about Mr. Augusto?

No, no, why are you arguing in such a crowded place?

Besides, you look like you've seen something before, boy.

But things go by leaving me in confusion, and the other boy says he's a loser.

"What do you want me to know about him?

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

With a disgusting look on his face, the boy who says that to his niece like he despises her made it feel awesome to say something rich bong.

Yeah, Mr. Augusto, they're saying so badly.

Well, if you're just that fat and have some bad reviews, you can't trust any kind of response.

Understandable, but angry.

Ha-ha-ha, what a fucking kid.

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

Huh, my niece assured the boy with some very scary face.

Apparently he's so angry.

No, my niece would be really nice.

I can't believe you're mad at me for pigs like that. A good girl I've seen rarely in recent years.

Good for you, Mr. Augusto. They're so fond of you.

"Huh!?

A boy freaked out by his niece's anger stifled his body for a moment and strayed his eyes.

Puppy, you're scared of that boy or that weak girl.

But my niece looks at the boy like she's chasing him, and she says it's perfect.

"Please apologize"

To the words of such a niece, the boy yelled in bitter, if nasty, words.

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

"Of course."

Quiet, and my niece who tells me she's kippy, she felt vaguely that somehow, I'm sure she'll be a good woman in the future.

But even though children argue with each other, it's a little noisy, and people are gathering around step by step.

There is no way that Mr. Augusto can take a leisurely tour of me, which was the subject of an argument, while still in this state.

I think I'll just have to speak up now.

I wanted to avoid acting too prominently, but I had no choice.

Anyway, it's inside me.

My niece is not supposed to be in my personal possession, but because of Mr. Augusto's memory in my head, I feel close to my family.

And, you know, the world is generally inside, so I guess we should keep it inside.

There was a mix of discomfort, inconsistency, and then feelings that I thought were cute because I was family, and I was going to feel sick, but I was deluded by not thinking deeply about it.

Then, breathe gently to dispel the feeling, conscious of the utterance that can be heard even at a slightly distant distance, and put into words the line I thought of with my head.

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

"Uncle!?

My unexpected appearance was like an angel with the frightened look of my rushing niece turning around.

What a cutie!

Something just seems so cute already because of Mr. Augusto's memory, the dress looks so good and why is this cute?

While I love my niece in vain in my brain, my consciousness turns to the boy who was arguing properly with my niece.

The boy immediately frowned suspiciously after a flashy look.

Totally, who are you? That's the look I said.

"...... who?

Oh, you really told me, you don't have a twist.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

...... I mean, this boy. Seriously, you saw it one way or the other.

Where is it?

Search Results: 1 Applicant

Ludwig Sheva Renamilia

First Prince of the Kingdom of Renamilia, twelve years old

First to inherit the throne, the King and his wife are waiting for their first son.

I have a sickly brother downstairs who is seven years old.

He seems to be somewhat distorted in character because he grew up spoiled.

Excellent, but short temper.

My niece Cristia is the fiancée candidate.

.................. Yes, with a change.

No, no, no, no, no, no, this is your niece's fiancée. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Candidates, you know, you can't even do that, Nainainainainai.

Do you mean, Prince? This is it? Huh? Prince? No, I thought I'd seen it before. Is this the kind of prince you want, this country?

I thought your niece didn't deserve it, but if you've already done something serious and your personality is distorted, no, no, no, no. Prince is dismissed.

As much as it explains, I guess it's more personality distorted than I expected.

Well, no, I have to thank the royal family for now, so let's just thank the knight and do it.

"This has been shabby since His Royal Highness's previous birthday party, Lord Duke of Verstein, Auguste"

"Who are you!!

I opened my eyes cuttingly and they said it all out of my mind.

No, I just named him. Yan. I think we should leave it at this time.

Well, yeah, if that pig turns out to be such a jerk, you certainly don't know.

Especially this fucking kid, no prince.

But I can't help but be annoyed but rotten or the child of someone who is in a higher position than I am, and this one, who is an adult, is annoyed.

I'm an adult, I'm an adult, I'm an adult, okay.

Hanging such self-implication on himself, he reverts his thankful posture and returns his words to the damned prince.

"Hmm, I've lost a lot of weight while I've had it for about a month, so I can't."

"Said you lost weight!? Wouldn't be such a raw thing!! Isn't that someone else!!

I got an even louder point with a kick-ass attitude pointing out my bish fingers.

That's right.

By the way, at this time, the pronunciation is () - ().

I don't care, yeah.

But you couldn't tell me from your parents that you shouldn't point fingers at people, this disrespectful guy.

I heard you grew up spoiled by explanations, because of that.

All right, the next time I see the king, I'll hold him in my face.

It's just too late for a kid to get on too well.

No, you can't. That's not going to make you a lowly adult.

Well, not if you're escaping that reality, so I'm going to do my best to twist the word out for now.

"I say strange things to other people.

It was like this before His Highness was born, wasn't it?

"Oh, there's no way you know anything about my prenatal life!!

That's right.

Well, I don't think so, but I can't just leave it like this.

So let me tell you a few facts.

"Hmm, that's crazy. There's no reason your Highness doesn't know."

"What!?

Put your hand on your jaw and stare at me with the momentum that the fucking prince is about to teeth at my words as he tilts his neck loosely, asking me roughly.

Such a damned prince, such a long and annoying smell, is it good with a damned prince?

I told him Salari, looking down at the fucking prince.

"The corridor between the sights is adorned with portraits of His Majesty and his wife as young men and of me and my late wife."

"...... Huh?

Was it too unexpected or was it a poker stunning dumb surface.

This fucking prince seems retarded to the point.

"Didn't you know?, then you can ask Your Majesty later.

I'm sure you'll be able to tell me stories about your uncharted years as a student. "

"Huh."

You have no idea, the fucking prince solidified, leaking such a small voice.

Well, Augusto's memory is obscure, so I don't know if it's still decorated, but I'm pretty sure there's a portrait of them as students, which was decorated before.

If you look around you from time to time, you will know whether there are such paintings, but the fact that you have not seen the paintings decorated in the castle in a place that goes quite well is the same thing that you do not see around.

That's why you can name me a fucking prince or something, at all.

I prayed, smudging that maybe he was a fool who could study.

"Now, Your Highness, I beg your pardon at this."

That's it.

Let's just get back to your sister.

"Now, Cristia, let's go"

"What, uh, what?

The hazy niece looked bewildered when she spoke to me as I turned to my niece, who I didn't know what she was looking at, to look graceful and not overly overwhelmed.

Wow, sweetie, seriously, you're an angel. My niece.

Such a difference in cloud mud that it's even incorrect to compare it to a fucking prince with no cute beard or shit.

Honestly, it's typical that when you spoil it, you don't become a human loco.

"Ma, stay!

Unexpectedly, the fucking prince vandalized his voice.

Yeah, I don't know yet, you fucking prince.

You're a pain in the ass, but you don't put that on your face at all, and you're calm and dignified, and you turn around again.

"Is there something I can help you with?

I wonder why I have to be respectful of a guy like this, or something so unpleasant, and still ask with courtesy.

Then, the fucking prince glanced at me with great momentum.

"What are you up to...?"

Such an inquiry that jumped out of the mouth of a fucking prince made me feel terrible inside.

Wow..., I feel like I'm being mistaken for some nasty smell...

No, but, yeah, let's just ask.

Come on, I'm fine, maybe, I'm sure.

"...... What do you want to say?, Your Highness."

"I can't tell you I didn't plan anything like making my niece my puppet! You named a sage, didn't you?

In response to my query, the fucking prince answered with a tremendous Doya face and a confident look on his chest.

Yeah, wait a minute, what's a crock?

Kanji doesn't come out, wait, because I'm going to use Mr. Augusto's knowledge for now.

Eh.

puppet

(1) A person who is manipulated and used as he wishes by a person in the shadow.

(2) The puppet.

I see.

You know how hard it is to say, you fucking prince.

Well, he doesn't seem to let it live at all.

Yeah? Wait, I mean, is this fucking prince, your niece, trying to say puppet?

Ha? No, no, no, no, why not?

It's already a pain in the ass. It's depressing, what the hell, what this.

I'm so angry, what is it, seriously, why don't you say something anymore?

I look to the fucking prince to keep him out of the surface anyway, trying my best to contain the frustrations that boil with the futz.

But I just want to say this, so I won't hesitate to say it.

I took a small breath and uttered a clear word to spit it out.

"You may doubt me, but don't ask me to disparage Christia."

"What?"

I guess my words were too unexpected for a fucking prince.

I blinked a few times, then tilted my neck enough.

Even if you do it, it's cute, no, I know it's cute because it looks good, but yeah, but it pisses me off.

"As His Highness seems to say, my niece, Cristia, is synonymous with being said like a fool.

She's not stupid enough to be a puppet or anything. "

A puppet is something that only a person can be without.

Rather, this fucking prince would be the most deserving position.

There's no reason why my niece should do that.

I mean, I have no intention of having a puppet like that.

And I have no idea what that means.

From Mr. Augusto's standpoint, I don't think we need it at all.

But the boulder was a fucking prince, and he was furious, not even showing a bare gesture of thinking at all, especially when he heard my words.

"Can I trust you?"

Yeah, what the fuck is this kid?

Feeling the stock of a fucking prince go down in me, I pushed and killed a sigh that seemed to spit out in abundance.

I just feel that the future of this country is surrounded by dark clouds when I think this is the next king.

I'm just anxious, I'm fucked.

We just have to get someone to do something about it before the country dies, but that doesn't have to be our niece, does it?

"Then let's talk about removing her from her fiancée."

"What the...?"

He opens his eyes in amazement, and tells him pale, leaving the fucking prince, whose words will not last after that as if he had lost them.

"She's a pretty niece to me. It's pathetic to keep being neglected by someone you might spend your whole life with."

It's too pathetic to let you take care of this for the rest of your life.

Since I was an elementary school student, I've been educated by queens to stand alongside princes who don't even like them for the sake of their country, and they can finally correct princes and so on.

You know, I can't help but want to be queen! I don't think it's necessary for our niece to get involved because she's good, including magic.

...... No, who decides who this, this candidate is?, let's ask the king on the assumption of a face grip when we get a chance.

Sounds like you treated me like that among Mr. Augusto, doesn't it, King?

I think about it, but I still don't see it on the table.

So right now, it's just going to look like a good old villain-faced Osama looking down at his kid and asking him great questions.

If I suck, I might even look like I'm snoring unilaterally, but that's enough.

Unexpectedly, when I regained consciousness of the fucking prince, I don't know what I thought, but he was staring at me in the face of anger.

"You say that...!"

I guess you thought everything was on my palm. There's no reason for that.

I won't listen to you anyway, I don't think I'm willing to listen to you, and everything is going to even misinterpret my explanation.

Oh, no! You stink of trouble, you fucking kid!!

Exhales, uhh, with a frightening atmosphere that even the fucking prince can tell.

"... As I said earlier, you can doubt me, because my credibility has fallen to the ground."

"What are you trying to say...!"

From the mouth of a fucking prince who uttered a word like a twist, I hear a cringe, and a little toothpick, but I think this probably sounds like Mr. Augusto's spec or someone who was nearby before.

This kid is seriously depressing.

"... Your Highness"

I look into his eyes as I speak.

Then, the Prince's complexion got worse all at once.

"Huh...!?"

I'm trying to say something, but I'm not coming out.

I try to distract you, but I can't because I'm scared.

In such an atmosphere, he retreated one step later.

"Don't insult me too much."

If you don't make a fool out of me, I'm gonna run out someday, okay?

I'm still keeping this under control, so it's magical. I'm out, but this is the best I can do right now, so I want you to be patient there.

"Uncle!

With the call of my niece, the hem of her clothes is pulled small.

When I slowly turned my gaze towards you, I had a niece who frowned like I was in trouble.

"What's wrong, Kristia?"

"Please don't let adults speak up about child fights!

In a kicking tone, the shock ran like he had been hit in the head with a blunt instrument, hung with flattering words.

Oh, hey, lie......

He was pissed off!?

Oh, shit, I don't know, I think I'm gonna cry.

So sad.

Oh, what's this, I'm so shocked.

Why, did you do something to piss me off?

Calm down, I, okay, I can do it, I'm fine.

Uh, kid fights, yeah, right, until I intervened.

I mean, my niece wanted me to stay out of the way because I broke in and felt even more beautiful. Maybe.

All right, convinced.

Maybe not, but that's good now.

I'll be convinced of this for now. All right.

But it's not now that the rationale works, is it?

"... Cristia, I understand what you're trying to say, but there's no way to make a scene in public here, is there?

Party venues are people who don't know where or how to look.

In other words, third-party conversations that are merely speculative can spread to be truer, and eventually become awesome.

I'll let you through at this time for anything that may have gone unnecessarily noisy because of me.

Wise niece probably understood even from my only words.

I lowered my eyebrow root and still stared straight back into my eyes.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry..."

I think it would be amazing not to make excuses here and immediately be able to admit that I am wrong and apologize.

That's something a fucking prince around here would never do.

It's too suspicious if I could even do it when I was a little girl.

I can see the color of reflection, she's going to cry out now, and I'm in a bit of a hurry.

But as it is, my niece is so cute, I'm going to follow up because even watching it can make me even more frightened and cry.

"I'm not going to blame you, I'm just a kid, so it's natural to make a mistake.

But do you understand that this is not a good place to fight?

"Yes, it's in the lady. It was a serious act..."

Yeah, you can't respond like that unless you understand what didn't work, can you, great niece?

"So you know what to do, right?

"Of course!

Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the disturbance. I beg your pardon, ladies and gentlemen, but enjoy the party. "

My niece, who responded vibrantly to my query, turned to those around her who were turning into wild horses while skirting around, calling gracefully and adorably.

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

When it comes to the fucking prince, he's pushing silently with a flashy look that doesn't seem to go so convincingly.

Hey, culprit, what are you keeping quiet about, talk, you can't disband me, you fucking prince?

I sent my gaze and called on the fucking prince as he curled up so badly inside.

"Your Highness?"

"... Huh!

As soon as the fucking prince heard my call, he wondered if he could have wolfed like he was in a hurry, sounding a giddy toothpick and then looking around again with a princely crisp attitude.

I'm sorry for making such a scene.

I don't know, I don't know. I don't know.

You're really not helping me, you fucking prince.

Your Highness, if you'll excuse me.

Good day, Your Highness.

Confirming a wild horse scattered around, then thanking her while accompanying her niece and once again speaking to the fucking prince, the fucking prince was looking at this one with a look like he had chewed up some bitter bug.

"...... oh, you should enjoy the party"

Ha, you look the opposite of words, prince.

Even though I thought about it, I didn't care, so I went through and left the place.