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

What a refreshing feeling to leave the place where the fucking prince was, after rendezvous with a couple of unknown but proud sisters, we go out onto the terrace through a big glass door with both openings that were open for the four of us to explain everything again.

But the terrace passed intact, and the courtyard, or outside.

Various grass trees were planted there, and the blue and white flowers, which I did not know, were blooming beautifully.

It doesn't mean a lily, it doesn't feel like a rose or a peony.

If there were similar flowers, would it feel like the shape is Suzuran, the shape of the flowers is Carnation, etc.?

Because of the large number of petals, if you can see them directly in front of you, I think the peony or carnation is close.

But I just don't know because I'm not very familiar with flowers or anything like that, and maybe the flowers in question exist on Earth as well.

Exploring Mr. Augusto's knowledge, he discovered that he was a flower named "Luna” in the national flower of this country.

Flowers blooming just in time for the Founding Fathers, you think this is a good time to see them?

To the knowledge that came out, it seems that frying and drinking the roots of these flowers will enhance their natural healing power, and that they were about to be mowed up during the war, which led to a crisis of extinction.

Aside from being a cure for wounds and the like, were they often taken to rest as a cure for diseases that were prevalent just at the same time?

As soon as possible, I felt a cumbersome discomfort from my chest so much that my stomach area was about to ache, probably because of how Julia and Augusto were flashing back at the time of death when I was suffering from the disease.

This flower was also used as a cure for Julia.

However, there was no cure because it was not a cure for the disease itself, and more importantly, it did not make it.

The disease was classified as an infectious disease.

There was no law whatsoever as to what caused the transmission, and some houses were afflicted by the whole family as if it were a curse, while others were afflicted by only one person in a mansion with dozens of human beings.

It was Julia who was unlucky enough to hit that rare case.

The characteristic of this disease is, first of all, that it is difficult to discover what happened.

Discovery is slow because the symptoms are like a cold in the beginning, and if you notice it, there are many cases of severe illness.

Well, even if I found out about the disease within the beginning, there is no cure without the cure.

Midway through the symptoms of a cold, your body is losing magic, strength, resistance, muscle strength, everything.

As a result, at the end of the day, he dies looking like an old man like a dead tree.

So at the time, the disease was called 'Deadwood Disease'.

I don't know if it's caused by the amount or quality of magic, or because there were no experts like that in this country.

But the people who suffer are random, and the time of death is random.

The only salvation is that it has special effects.

It seems public perception that it is not a curse because the medicine works, but for Mr. Augusto, it is no different than a curse anymore.

Even though it wasn't my memory, it felt like, I felt like I was going through a memory.

"Luna flowers......, is this the time of year already...

"No matter how many national flowers, I don't really like them."

Your niece looked strange at the words her sister and her wife muttered.

I guess it's the difference between those who know the time and those who don't.

Because if you don't know, it's just a beautiful flower with a blue and white color.

"Founding Day means that time of year."

When I said that quietly and proceeded with my legs, I saw a couple of sisters at the edge of my sight with a look that seemed complicated.

Sounds like you're fixing it, but you both still have your acting skills.

With that in mind, I decided to calmly analyze the time so as to wiggle away the disgust and everything else that swirled in my chest.

... and I thought.

Maybe the outbreak of an infectious disease was an enemy state measure, I can't believe it.

When I think about it, I also think it's odd that the only special effects of the epidemic happen to be in the enemy countries.

Then came the hypothesis that the water might have been contaminated at the time.

Water is something that needs to be in life, so it's the least noticeable, accurate, and cruel way to set something up.

It's this thought because I remembered that I felt like it was well used in dramas and movies like making infectious diseases endemic in the other country during the war.

I explored Mr. Augusto's memory and made a map of the distribution of the disease in my head, and found it to be prevalent close to the reservoir.

Oh, yeah, that's obviously a plan.

I wonder if it would have been difficult for a type of human being to be liked by water spirits.

Whatever, the magical power of spiritual preference is a delicious meal for the Spirit, and the usual person who gives it to me will not like to think about it normally, such as dying because of the water of the attribute he is presiding over.

...... then the neighboring country that was the opponent of the war is awesome and suspicious.

For this matter, I even find it suspicious that infectious diseases are classified.

In a domain where no guesses have yet been made, details and everything are unknown, but it would be highly probable.

If you can, it might be a hand to ask the Spirit King what happened at the time.

Ask me, if I could really get certainty, what the hell would I do?

In the meantime, as soon as I found the guy who started the war, I'm going to bump him up to the minute of the people who died in the war, but I was actually anxious that if I had Soytz in front of me, I wouldn't know what I would do because of Mr. Augusto's memory.

I look around the courtyard again with that in mind.

Each part of the courtyard seemed to be equipped with table seats, where the other nobles were at ease while exclaiming their admiration for the wonderful landscape and looking elegantly at it.

But as I approached him, the nobles who were everywhere took their seats and went somewhere in a hurry.

...... No, you know, me, I was just walking, I'm not particularly intimidating or anything, you know?

Why are you all going away with such a bright blue face?

Wait, wait, wait. You didn't do anything, did you?

You're not gonna do anything, are you? You don't have to run, do you?

Why are you so desperate?

No, yeah, I know how you feel, don't I?

'Cause it would be compelling if some Odysama like Commander-in-Chief of Evil were walking with him.

Besides, the two of them look a little tight, and you don't have a compelling hammer, do you?

I don't know, I want to cry.

"Oh, you've just vacated your seat."

"Right, Rosa, shall we do it here?

Not that flower here, but the perfect purple rose on my brother-in-law looks good "

Ho ho, ha, the couple of sisters, who laugh at each other and start getting to their empty seats so quickly, were used to something.

I mean, this kind of thing happens every time. I didn't want to know.

I'm saying something subtle about lifting Mr. Augusto, but that seat, it makes me feel as if we robbed it, and I don't want to sit in plain sight.

"Well, that it's really a good purple color that's perfect for your brother.

Look, Cristia, take your seat, too. "

"Yes, Mother"

My niece, who didn't notice me standing up and was urged by her sister, arrived at her empty seat like she was in a panic.

Oh, I don't feel like I can go anywhere else with this.

No, I know you're gonna move, but if you do that, you're gonna be scared again, like you just did, and you're gonna rob my seat! I just feel like it.

All right, that's enough. No, I wanted to take a tour of the castle garden or something, but I'll give up walking around today.

Next time, there may be plenty of opportunities.

Maybe.

"... you there, four cups of tea please"

"Ha! Yes! Yes, I did! I will bring it to you now!!

When I spoke that way to the boy-looking man who was looking at me on the far roll, I got some kind of freaking reaction back, and besides, I ran away at a rate that looked like I had escaped.

... it was so fast, but you'd really bring me some tea, wouldn't you? It's all right, isn't it? You didn't run away because you were scared, did you?

You just rushed away to get some tea, didn't you? Isn't that right?

That, what, that's crazy, I'm dying to cry again?

Why don't we think about something else?

Looking forward as I switched my mind, the scenery of a sophisticated atmosphere jumped in.

White table, purple roses in background, beautiful men and girls in bright costumes in seats.

Something's already too upper-class, what the hell is this, fa......, ah, no, only Febree O came out.

I feel close, but how come this is the only difference that comes out of me?

If this happens, you won't be able to remember anything else anymore, will you, damn it?

What is it, Fab Oz? It's too bad my head ruined a lot.

I got to the last seat I had left, acting hard to look graceful, pioneering in my retardation, but not at all on my face.

Regardless of my appearance, my feeling of being out of place in the contents, I don't have a hammer.

I've never dealt with these people before!! What am I supposed to do with this?

No, I'll do my best!! My life is at stake!! Damn it!

At that time, my niece, who sat in my left seat, called out in such a way as to be terrified.

"Oh, you know, uncle......"

"What's wrong, Kristia?"

"...... I'm so sorry about earlier, me, it was shallow......"

Apologizing with a sad look and a trembling voice, she was about to cry now.

No, wait, why are you so depressed, niece?

Are you done with what you just did? It's important to reflect, but if you drag it too far, it'll be Mr. Augusto's two dances, right?

The next moment I tried to respond to something about not staying like this, words were uttered from the side and before, as I interrupted my exchange with my niece.

"Yes, Christia, what the hell are you thinking about poking your Highness?"

"Yes, Cristia, what will you do if it becomes irrevocable?

with my sister in the right seat who hides her mouth with a fan and tells her in some thorny voice with a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

He was the husband in the front seat of me questioning him with some unfortunate voice with a frightened look that just leaked his sigh.

With my observation eye, I can see what you both said worrying about your niece.

'Cause Mr. Augusto's physical specs. Seriously, I don't have a fan hiding your sister's face, for the same reason.

In other words, from my point of view, I can see the worrying look that was under your sister's fan.

And speaking of your husband, if you let me tell you, he's lacking acting skills.

I'm worried, I've been trying to hide too much, and it's become an excessive reaction, and I guess it's not the same look that I would like to see.

It could be said that the facial expressions have been typical of the strange way of working.

But that's not the problem.

After a moment of scratched expression, she's the niece with the same smile she took care of as she was used to.

Hey, wait a minute.

Are you used to it? No, no, no, you can't. This, it's a bad one, no matter what you think.

"Both of you, wait."

"Oh, what's wrong, brother?"

Your sister, who laughs gracefully, is so beautiful, but now she's leaving you like that, leaving you alone.

"... I don't think so, but I've always had that attitude towards Cristia."

"Yes, it is, but is there a problem?

YES OUT OH!!

What are you doing, you mother! You're an idiot!

You're an idiot! Ok!

"Well, let's point out objectively the attitude I've seen towards my two real daughters."

"...... ha...?"

I was irritated by my husband, who sounded strange.

Unconscious or this fucking father.

I guess it's an extra favor to think about complaining about the educational policies of an approximate family, but I still couldn't help but speak up.

You leave your child with such a sad face, you don't realize it or your parents disqualify you.

While concealing his frustration to the best of his ability, he tried to calm down and self-alluded to himself, opening his mouth quietly so as not to change his expression anyway, to settle calmly, but full of majesty.

"... first Rosalind, you just seem to think that your real daughter is depressing, hating and annoying"

"...... what?

As soon as I ran out of words, my sister came back to me with a thorny voice as she hid her frustrating, distorted expression under her fan.

Anything and shit just looks like that, badass.

The original me would have freaked out about your sister's sword screen and couldn't even respond, but now that the frustration was winning, I didn't feel scared of anything.

For now, ignore your sister, and then turn your gaze to your husband.

"Next, my brother-in-law, you, too, are annoyed by the inability of your real daughter, and you just seem to be looking at her like you're a fool."

"...... eh"

If I told him to kick it off, my husband groaned with a pompous look like a pigeon had eaten a bean cannon.

Oh, yeah, you were seriously unconscious. You disqualified your father.

Uh, brother-in-law, I tried calling you up, but you're unresponsive, and if it looks okay, I'll keep calling you, okay?

That's when my niece pulled the sleeve of my clothes with a face that looked somewhere rushed and still pasted a smile like the one she'd taken care of earlier.

"Uncle, it's good! I already know that I am neglected by your father and mother! So......!"

Polarity and a grain of tears that go away.

Yeah, well.

You've been patient, haven't you?

It's okay, I'm just gonna preach.

I exhaled one as I gently stroked my niece's head.

"Cristia, first of all, that's the mistake"

"What?"

Kyoton and her niece, tilting her neck with a strange look, are truly adorable.

That's why I couldn't forgive the parents for doing things I didn't understand.

"Rosa, quit looking good and lower your fans."

"So, but..."

I guess I had no idea my daughter felt that way.

In the words of my niece earlier, maybe I finally realized that.

Saying her sister's eyes were swimming all over the place as she fanned to hide the upset to her eyes.

Rubbing against Mr. Augusto's memory, I somehow perceived your sister's mood, opening my mouth again.

"Only public places such as social places need fans.

You immediately appear in your mouth. [M]

I can understand what you're doing with it. "

Quick story, I guess she's a bad actor.

Evidence is that the bats look out of sight against my words.

"But between families, that would be synonymous with not trusting or trusting your daughter, and your family.

If you do that, it's natural to be misunderstood. "

"......... yes"

There was something to think about, your sister slowly lowered the fan and closed it patsy as she showed a little depression.

Okay, next up is this stupid dad.

I turned my gaze to the front and rubbed it from Mr. Augusto's memory, and from the data on the man in front of me, I thought about why this happened.

Yeah, I guess this is it.

Parents of smart kids are prone to fall, our kids are geniuses! That's why it's okay! That depressing guy.

"Then, my brother-in-law, you appreciate Kristia, and I can understand your expectations."

The moment I told you to camouflage me like that, you did. My kid is amazing! I didn't miss having a face like that for a moment and a smile like I fixed it.

Yes, this is no good, Father. It's confirmed.

I took a little breath and continued my words to exhale.

"But she's still inexperienced.

Know that she doesn't have enough skill to see through your act yet. "

"Nah..., Kristia is smart and smart!

Yes, reality. Stupid father.

"But remember, she's not even 12."

"...... ah......"

Now you look like you finally remembered me, Koz, that's the stupid father who passed the parent idiot.

"Kristia is just desperate to put up with everything and stretch out her back because she wants you to recognize her.

She's a young, sweet, asylum-seeking child. "

No matter how aristocratic you are, what the hell are you letting such a cute kid do, you parents?

I guess that's why he's so grown up, he can sacrifice himself.

"... so what we're doing..."

"I was just making Kristia feel hard and pushing her away,"

The grunting husband again, turning to his stupid father, says kick-ass.

"Oh my God......! Oh, Kristia, I'm sorry, the wasp was just being mean to crap......!"

Saying it that way, her sister, who stood behind me with half a cry, touches her cheek as if dealing with a broken object when she leans closer to her niece.

Then her husband also took a seat and knelt on one knee to gaze at her niece.

"Kristia, I'm so sorry, I didn't even think I was making you feel hard......"

"What? Huh?

I guess everything was unexpected.

Though I don't think there's any reason for that, I wish I was, and I'm so disgusted with myself, that's just the look I get.

Even if she wants to believe her parents, she's too scared to believe them.

"... you'll be confused by the sudden, Kristia. But this is real and true."

Apologized from the front to her mother, from the side to her father, with a crying face, she shuddered her body small as she sifted, terrified, her mouth open.

"I was hated by your father and mother......"

'No!!

I almost laughed at their words, which I assured them would overlap.

You're so desperate, these two.

No, I probably don't have any credit from my daughter, so I can't help it.

Inside, Pookskus, or something, smiles and turns his gaze to his niece.

"So what?

"Honestly?

The interrupting words sounded like she was having trouble not knowing if she could believe it, and her expression like that was going to cry now.

"Oh, really."

The next moment I spoke gently to my niece, I was really abrupt, calm.

I was laughing earlier, and that feeling is no longer dusty.

Because in Mr. Augusto's memory, we both realized that this was not the kind of person that would happen to my child.

Is it because my anxiety was dispelled, the little girl who started crying like a weir cut and the mother who gently hugs my child like that from the front?

And a father holding those two gently from the side.

A calm head thinks as he watches the smiling look of his parents and children buried with cracks.

My sister in my memory was such a cute little girl who couldn't be honest, but was thick and emotional in her emotions.

My husband was Mr. Augusto's classmate, kind and bright, very serious, such a nice guy.

They were both decent, normal sensibilities, courtesy and pride.

It's inconceivable that you can't see around you that way.

There must be some cause.

Yeah, but when I said that, even the king was originally a very good man.

Could it all be because Mr. Augusto has become like that?

It's just over-conscious! and how good would it have been if it had been done overnight.

For better or worse, Mr. Augusto has a lot of influence over them.

That's right, if someone close to you goes crazy, everyone's gonna be shocked.

I guess there's at least a cause for that, Mr. Augusto.

But that happened because Julia died.

In short, the man who started the war will be the cause of everything.

There was a war, and Julia died, so the gear broke a little bit, and the damage grew, and the result is now.

Nobody's bad.

Me, Mr. Augusto, my sister, my husband, my king and queen.

We're all victims.

But only Mr. Augusto, who was a party close to the ground, would be able to correct it and deal with the wounds of his heart.

I'm sure Mr. Augusto would like that, too.

If this is happening everywhere because of you, you have to stop it.

That's what I'm going to say, and I'm going to work hard until I crush myself.

Don't rely on anyone, just yourself.

I guess that guy runs off again, shredding himself.

Because he's really clumsy.

Thinking that far, a fuzzy rage boiled from the bottom of my belly.

I can't forgive you.

'Cause you don't.

If there had been no war, there would have been no such thing as stubbornness.

Oh, seriously already, what are you doing, are you kidding me?

Absolutely, I'll find him.

I haven't thought about it since I found it, but I don't care now.

I don't know who it is, but I'll find it and make you regret it.

That I had my hands on the country where Augusto Verstein is.

Consolidate your resolve and see the sky.

He clenched his fist while keeping clear clear weather in sight.

Wash your neck and wait, you shithead!!