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

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Twelve years ago now, in the spring of that year, 722 years of kingdom history, the Kingdom of Renamilia came into conflict with its neighbor, the French of St. Ferdinand, and a war broke out as a result.

At the time, the French side said, 'The kingdom is trying to do something wrong with the wise man, so our country marches to stop it'.

Of course, without any evidence of that, even the sage himself at the time named in the jade was water in his sleeping ear, and everything was only a saying on the French side.

At this time, the sincerity of the French side, which was not made clear at all, would seem to be the rich land of the kingdom.

The rugged mountains surrounded by tree seas contained many magic vegetables, and the fresh water flowing down from their mountains contained many nutrients from the mountains.

Its fresh water nourishment reaches the land that spreads like it was taken, and the land of the kingdom is suitable for a variety of industries, no matter where you open it.

Moreover, the part of the land facing the sea served as a natural jetty and a truly ideal harbour for the cut mountains.

Conversely, the land of France, a neighbouring country, is abundant in wilderness and is inhibited by the roots of the trees of the adjacent sea and the ferocious demons that emerge from it, and is not suitable for exploitation.

While relying mainly on imports from other countries, France had educated monks and soldiers who used the power of the country's unique power to spread French recognized religions everywhere by sending them to various countries, and had made the country a food for donations collected in each church.

Incidentally, this power is not well known because it is not explicitly stated, but it is probably a power called "chi" that you can meet when you have extreme physical skills.

More than a hundred years before that time, France and the Kingdom had fought several wars, but at that time it was the result of actions that it was not strange for one country or another to become a war.

In fact, the cause of the war between the kingdom and France at the time, which had been left in the books more than a hundred years ago, was that the demons who had come from the sea to the kingdom had stormed around in the law and the kingdom side had sheltered them.

In France there was a deep-rooted sense of discrimination against non-human races, whereas the Kingdom side interacted with national patterns, various races, where trade flourished.

Even though on the kingdom side we are treated like normal humans, other races are treated like slaves if we take even a step from the kingdom to the neighboring France.

The Kingdom records say that the demon clan was raped because of the tragic killing of his beloved family on the spot where they were captured by French humans and further sold as slaves, to help.

If you do that, everyone will get busted.

As a kingdom, it helped weakness and screwed up strength, and as a French nation, each had its own conviction in order to protect its face as a nation.

But there is no such thing as this war.

Therefore, as for the kingdom, I could only say that I did not understand the explanation.

Still, the kingdom sent a messenger to calmly solve the misunderstanding so as not to become a war, but the French side refused to do so.

The neck of those who were supposed to be messengers was sent to the kingdom, along with documents that were in the dark proclaiming that it was useless to try to deceive them, to be exterminated by adults.

In the meantime, a certain disease within the kingdom began to spread.

'Deadwood disease'.

Because of the closed country, it was quick to spread.

And as we hunt down, the French army marches on the kingdom's territory.

The first to stand on the arrow was the Sylvest Border Bo Territory, located at the entrance to the country and ruled by one of the sages.

Until then, it was like an implicit rule for a wise man not to take part in a country's war.

But seeing his territory sink into a war by selfish rhetoric on the part of France, totally different from the faithful war that the territory has ever seen, he, the wise man, is determined for the first time at this time to fight thoroughly.

As a result, his massive extermination magic, which made it to the battlefield faster than the Royal Army in location, drove the French Army to a state of devastation.

By the time the Royal Army rushed to the rescue, the battlefield was already a burning field, he said.

Until then, it was known that sage had tremendous power, but it was said that sage reborn from man was not so strong.

It can be said that the other confirmed sage was the Beast Man or Elf.

As a result, during this war, the world's perceptions of all sage men were overshadowed.

France, whose national power was cut off by this defeat, climbed a truce into a kingdom that was exhausted by disease.

That was such unsolicited content as' Even though the epidemic disease of the kingdom was God's heavenly punishment, the French marched into the kingdom unaware, I am very sorry ', but the kingdom side accepts this only if this is fortunate if the war stops.

The following autumn, the two countries entered into a ceasefire agreement.

This is what happened twelve years ago and the upside.

Even if we look at this, we'll know exactly how presumptuous France is.

On the pretext that this fall on the part of the Kingdom is a country closed to rugged mountains, it can be said that the lack of contact with France and the failure to establish friendly relations are also due to the weak attitude on the part of the Kingdom.

In the past, there may be tightnesses if we are told that we can make friends with countries that have become wars because of various things, but if they have managed to do so, they would not have been seen from below by France and attacked for the right reasons, citations that are likely to destroy the national territory.

Despite the fact that the Kingdom may petition France for liability and so on, France continues to have a difficult attitude towards reciprocity as a result of giving priority to rebuilding it over such matters.

The cause of this would also be that I don't really want to get involved in that country.

But the truth was because the king himself had long been an idiot for sacrificing his friends.

... but the other day, what the hell is the king going to do if one of his friends thinks he's back?

God has no intention of intervening with them.

Anyway, to God, human beings are equal to ants.

A young boy or as much as an ant lover, such as a person who cares so much about the community of ants in a worm.

Is the God of this world one way or the other just in the middle of it?

When it comes to young, young, and if you're asked if you like humans. Well, that's interesting, to the extent.

I observe because I like it somewhat.

So I put my hands on a similar atmospheric world to get closer to it in an attempt to create a certain world that I liked among the beings of the world that happened to be interested in: 'role-playing games'.

I also made strong individuals.

I also tried to make different species.

There is no such thing as a time line for God.

For God, when Augusto Verstein died, Yoko Takada lived as an actress, and when he let Yoko Takada die by mistake, Augusto Verstein was having a wedding with his only wife.

What stuck Yoko Takada's soul in Augusto Verstein's flesh is just a cruel interest, like a boy elementary school student stuck a firecracker in a frog's ass.

For God, who has existed for a long time, it is nothing but leisure time.

But if it's funny, that's fine.

God laughs.

I was observing, a being who was a pathetic woman, who was endowed with flesh of beings who had prescribed to lead the country to war and who had prescribed it as just a biting role.

Observe them staring at each other, excited.

I don't know where this is, but if you look around, you can also see some nobleman colluding amicably, a garden trail.

A gentle breeze came through to such an extent that the hat would not fly, and it rocked trees and grass flowers to make a refreshing noise called Saah.

The smell of the cluttered humans gathered at the party is pushed away, and the scent of nature plunders his nose.

But my mood is far from refreshing and one way or another it sucks.

White, made of a piece of cloth, not even a piece, something, you know, that's it.

Clothes worn by the area like horror movies abroad, priests coming out of dramas and stuff. Arr.

A grandfather with a seemingly gentle smile in vain, dressed in clothes that felt like they were based on a white color.

poisoned Mr. Augusto, and possibly leaped to war, the prime minister of this country.

Marquis, by the way, in Mr. Augusto's memory, the Duke's next greatest position.

Duke and Marquis are so confusing because you can't tell the difference unless you make them kanji. I want them abolished.

I look at the jizz in front of me even though I think about it.

There is a slight difference in appearance due to the fact that the age is different from that in the memory, or the wrinkles are deepening or increasing, but the atmosphere created has not changed at all.

The forehead, which used to be flushed, is all made all-back today.

The back hair didn't exist in the past, but now it's flushed lightly, and somehow, you had hair like that on Yankee or something.

Well, I don't have much volume because of my age.

He looks like a really sweet old man.

Except when those eyes, which seem to be smiling and constantly narrowed, occasionally open thinly.

Look at me, eyes and eyes that aren't laughing at all at the mundane times.

Irritated.

Even though I can't afford it, why are you here now, you jizzy bastard?

"Isn't this the Chancellor? Sorry I couldn't say hello yesterday."

Acting, as usual.

dignified, calm, pale.

It's not a good idea to let your voice tremble or show you in a hurry here.

Even if you can't afford the contents, you can't afford the outside.

Do not show any shards of weakness.

Or I didn't even want to show it to you.

Mr. Augusto's memory is truly amazing.

This, indescribable frigidity, twitchy hostility, and a twitchy discomfort.

None of this seemed to change a millimeter at the time.

Instead, if you hide this, when everything is on the table, it will be amazing.

Possibly accumulated.

"No, it would not have been a good idea for the Duke to remain in the venue in that noise, so we have no choice."

With a smile and a laugh, with a very calm look and voice, that's what the guy in front of me said.

I see, have you come to blame for running away in the dark?

My eyes aren't laughing at all while I say I have no choice.

But now, Mr. Augusto, even the specs are improving, so even if it's a moment, you'll find out.

...... or it sounds reciprocal and you're eyeing it from the top, this guy.

I don't understand why you have to tell me what to do.

That's what I'm supposed to say, and you're supposed to affirm everything from the standpoint.

Are you licking the aristocracy's relationship?

That's right, the customer is a god, and that's the same thing the customer should say when he comes to the store, and that's wrong, the same thing? No, it's not like that, but it's like that for now.

It's not discrimination or anything like that.

Nor is it a distinction made to preserve order.

It's not to protect your pride or anything.

Rather, such a thing is unnecessary and only disturbing.

In Mr. Augusto's knowledge, nobility is the higher the responsibility.

In particular, Mr. Augusto's invisible pedigree, the one of a house that leads to the royal family, accompanies him even if he is married to another house.

The Duke's family is insurance for the worst case scenario when something happens to the royal family.

There was originally a status of Grand Duke, but this only occurs when Brother Wang and Brother Wang descend as nobles who are subordinates.

But in the present generation, because only the present king, but only one man, was born, there was no king's brother or king's brother, and by the time the present king took office, he was the brother of the former king, but therefore quite old, and died shortly before the war, and his son and his family died of wartime sickness.

I mean, now it's a house that doesn't exist anymore.

So now the Duke of Verstein is the only spare.

Farthest to the royal family, and, closest, a being called Spare.

Therefore, you must never let your house be cut off, and that is why the blood of the Verstein family is heavy.

Orthodox blood muscles can only be deterrent and have tremendous influence.

I mean, that's all more responsible than any other aristocrat, and heavier than it is comparable.

I don't care what you think about talking from above with your eyes on the mention of poisoning the owner of such a house.

The status of Mr. Augusto, which could be deduced from memory, bears the responsibility for what may move the country.

And that's a duty.

That's why it's second only to the royal family.

That is why only the royal family can intervene in the Duke's house.

Anyway, he's the only one in the body.

...... This is not such a nasty thing as pride, pride, will, or something like that got hurt.

The history of the country, the way many people live, and such fundamental parts are belittled.

It's frustrating.

I was out of my mind. Mr. Augusto can't say anything about people, but as a complete other person, I know somehow about Mr. Augusto, the king and the queen who worked so hard until then, so I was nothing but angry.

... ridiculing the Duke's family means ridiculing the royal family and making fun of this country.

Does this guy understand that?

I guess I didn't.

I wouldn't normally notice if I did.

Oh, is it hard for a fool?

It's cute.

Why are you doing this in a heavy town in the country, who decided, ah, the previous king, you have no eyes to see.

Why didn't you let the current king quit this jizzy, ah, because the matmo people might not be able to run the country because they were also taken in by factions?

Seriously, you're so nasty, you jizzy bastard.

"Hmm, as long as you say so."

I tell you pale as I continue to perform the thoughts arranged in my head in a moment of difficulty and with no nasty or cursing noise, and with no appearance at all.

I'm so angry, but you should return your gaze from the top here without moving at all.

"I heard you fell ill, but you seem to have been well enough, and I really did"

With a calm smile on his face with a ho, reassuring, and just a look on his face, Jiji replied like that with a nod.

Wow, this guy is so ironic.

What are you talking about poisoning yourself?

You don't even think it was good or shards. Absolutely.

No, really. What are you talking about?

Shibaki, I'll take you down.

Thoughtful, the appearance does not move at all, rather thin, creating a smiling expression on his face.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but you're right, I weighed you back in."

Returning sarcasm sarcasm, I said salari to him.

You know, Mr. Augusto has become the most honorable man in the world that you've ever tried to kill.

I'd rather be thankful, wouldn't I? Good for you, huh?

Hey, hey, how do you feel right now? Hey, how do you feel right now?

... I don't know the ex of this, but well, no.

But that's already regrettable, isn't it?, I totally got it on my back, huh?

I mocked the jizzy in front of me with all my heart, but the calm part of my head moaned.

Mr. Augusto wouldn't have died if you hadn't poisoned him.

Thanks to you, I'm the sage.

What are you doing to me, you piece of shit?

"No, but I miss you, it's like back then"

Soyts, who showed an attitude of nostalgia with a calm voice, smiling no different than a smile at my words and attitudes, was putting an emotion on his gaze that seemed abominable for a moment.

What, what? Do you regret it?

Get out of my way.

I felt that my drinking had dropped somewhat on Jijii's sole.

"Twelve years ago?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting old, but..."

"I'm the same old one. It's just as old as it was then."

For a moment, I thought I'd make a mess of you on the inside, but since it's going to be a complete boomerang statement, I decided to stop it and try to have a hard conversation.

Even in the midst of such a conversation, the over-specified head couldn't stop thinking.

During the war 12 years ago, the Grand Duke was cut off by illness, and the Duke of Verstein was also devastated by that illness.

Even more recently, he tried to poison us.

What we have in common is royal blood muscles and high status.

At last, the current king of this country has no concubine or sideroom, so the number of royalty is as small as five at the moment.

As king, I remember the story of the sideroom being rejected even when the queen could not have children for a long time, even though many brothers and belly children named Spare were needed for insurance for the next generation.

Of course, it was this jizzy and his faction people who dismissed him.

I can't put it in a castle like the one that rips the kings and queens apart, say so.

And Mr. Augusto's poison client is this jizzy.

With that in mind, I was frightened by the speculation that inevitably surfaced.

"Oh, dear, the Duke will still be young"

"Really?

"Yes, sir."

Watching Jizzy as she works very hard and continues to act the same.

... maybe you're connected to this jizzy, neighboring country.

I didn't think so, but when I think about it, it falls all over my heart.

But if that's the truth, wouldn't it be true that Mr. Augusto is still a student or something?

It's been a long time since you've plotted to do this, like a little bit of erosion, isn't it?

There's no basis, but I felt that way.

Then I can also understand that Mr. Augusto has always been vigilant about this jizzy.

I didn't even want to know what the hell it was about.

Frightened, I still thought I had to work out measures, and then, uh, I saw signs that someone was coming this way, and my consciousness came back to reality.

Inside, I knew Jijii was terrified and frightened, but there's no reason to put it on the table like that, so desperately, like wearing a dressing goose, he sends his gaze toward that someone who comes with some mild footsteps, without changing his attitude and expression.

Then Jijii, who noticed it, turned her gaze towards you and laughed furiously.

"Oh, isn't that Mr. Giulietta, what's wrong?

"I saw your grandfather, so I came to say hello."

That's what I said and showed up to was a very beautiful girl, about eighteen or so years old, with a tender smile on her face.

Light peachy blonde, side braided fuzzy long than the queen's blonde hair.

Hair decoration with large pearls, with a distinct silver decoration.

As for the shape, I don't know, with Katyusha and the chain, like this, it's a slightly harder to explain, tedious design that drips like covering the back of the head while crossing the chain into a rhomboid lattice, glued and decorated with pearls.

The dress is rose pink, designed like a princess.

The one that only looks good on young, thin kids.

"Hmm, really, oh, yes, Lord Verstein, let me introduce you to my granddaughter, Julietta."

"I'll be the first to see you, Lord Verstein.

My name is Julietta Reinbach and I will hit the grandson of Rags Due Reinbach. Please leave me alone. "

Girl greeting with a lovely voice and thanking a lady, prompted by jizzy and perfectly expressed by the sound of a bell ringing.

But that's my grandson.

It's so eye-catching from the top.

There's not a word like that about appearing in the middle of people talking, and I'm sorry, excuse me.

It is the frigid Nico smile of the Gigi concession.

I only have a bad feeling.

For now, we should analyze this girl, thinking about Jijii later because she is afraid.

"Hmm, this is a beautiful young lady. The Chancellor will have a very high nose."

"Well...!, I can't believe you told the Duke that."

I tried stirring it up, shyly leaning down, but putting my hand on my cheek, like a troubled, haunting girl.

But the emotions that were put on the gaze that fitted only for a moment were somehow dark.

That's not a good emotion for a young girl to have.

It's not about grievances or anything like that, it's about starved greed or something that's obviously disconnected from that kind of normality.

To be honest, I felt bad.

It's such an offense, like a kedathing in the skin of a very cute girl standing in front of you.

I don't know what to do, this guy looks bad, too.

"Duke, if you don't mind, could you dance with Julietta for a song? You're about the right age, but when you get here with your granddaughter, you still don't have the right person."

"No more! Grandpa, please don't, it's annoying to the Duke that a little girl like me is dealing with you."

Heh heh, I get goosebumps in the laughing jizzy words, just inside.

Besides, this girl, why don't you take a full attitude, don't.

For now, I only have a bad feeling about it, so I'm going to say no in no hard words. You have no choice!

"Hmm, if a man like me dances with a beauty like her, it could sound like her future marriage.

I'm not proud of it, but my reputation is at the bottom of the earth. Let me resign for her. "

I say pale in a calm manner.

You may sound cold because of that, but that would be convenient.

I wouldn't like it if they took such an attitude no matter how much Ikeoji, I'm sure.

If you dance with a young girl like that, you'll be misunderstood like you're trying to put a young girl in your hands.

"Well... how sweet...! But you don't have to worry, do you? I don't give a shit about that."

Ugh, or the girl who leaned her neck like a little bird laughing pathetically and so affirming, was very sparkling.

Why, I care about you.

How do you hear my words?

Seriously, what are you thinking, you little girl?

You don't have to worry about it. It's such a bad reputation. It's important for the world to read the air.

No, maybe you don't have to read the air. Is this it?

What a grandson of a jizzy, you definitely have a back. Here.

That's very likely.

Now the girl is coming to me, always close.

All I felt was disgust at the white, thin hands offered to escort me to the venue using me, not even thinking I'd be turned down more than Jizzi introduced me.

Now if I take this girl's hand, it'll be a jizzy thought.

But if that's why you forcefully refuse, that's the problem.

Then what do we do?

Easy.

I'm an elderly person, so just be smart and embarrassed.

What comes to mind is that respectful, lovely uncle Ike actor.

An act that is gentle at times, dandy, and, with color, powerful.

Don't grab the hand offered, step forward and put my left hand on the girl's left shoulder.

As it was, he turned to the girl's ear and whispered gently.

"You can't, can you?

"What...?"

I guess the girl couldn't understand what they said for a moment.