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

My husband is awake.

And the news came unto me, a butler with her husband, that ran throughout the mansion.

Alfred Strohm, 36 years old, was in the early summer.

My lord, my husband, the Duke of Augusto Verstein, lay one day on the floor at the border.

The cause is unknown.

...... No, it's supposedly unknown, but it wasn't.

Assassin.

That's what was getting into our house.

But after a month, my husband was awakened.

The only thing that delighted me, I'm sure, and the deacons, private soldiers and maids I've been with for a long time.

By then, my husband had changed.

It's all since I lost my wife, Julia, to illness.

Master Julia died while the country was at war with each other.

It was thus in the midst of a war with neighbouring countries where the special effects of the disease could be picked.

Why, she had to sacrifice herself, her husband cried, and her heart was lacking.

And my husband, who was committed to the cause of the country, began to do the opposite.

As the country was exhausted, at least a little, taxes were raised to increase the number of dead and wasted repeatedly.

And even you, to die quickly, have repeatedly eaten and consumed, and even you have changed.

I neglected to stop my husband, and I could not even praise him.

Because my husband didn't even listen to anyone.

Even the words of my real son, Mikaelis Bochan, were not in my ears.

It's as if, while you live, you're dead.

Every day, every day, words that are repeated like a curse, it's good to destroy a country like this, etc.

There is also a will, and the conversation takes shape.

But if I open my mouth, I will ramble, cruel orders, and, soon, try to wield unreasonable violence.

Only when my niece, Cristia, comes to our house, such as when it is not there.

Such a husband finally did something he shouldn't have done.

It was with the Count, who had troubled the kingdom across a wide range of frontiers, including embezzlement, human trafficking and drug sales, that we made a pact and began to support it.

If you do that, it is inevitable that you will be able to see from the country or buy grievances from others.

Therefore, my husband was poisoned and lay on the floor.

While I was lying on the floor, I took care of my husband.

In the course of a month lying on the floor wondering how painful you are, your body, which was formed from bulimia, has returned as before, but there is no guarantee that it will return to your heart.

I felt gloomy about it.

As Deacon of the Duke of Verstein's house, this doesn't deserve it, I think.

I headed to my husband's bedroom with heavy feet, and there was an inexplicable thing going on there.

A maid who came in about a month ago entered her husband's bedroom and even stumbled on her husband.

"Why is that!? This person is in your holding doctor who has been seeing your husband!

A maid calling out loudly to her husband, sounding all the way down the hallway

As much as I don't want to admit that a maid like this was at home, I don't think so.

But more than that, I was given the illusion of having my heart grabbed by the voice I heard afterwards.

"...... when you're fooled by such a naive act, do you seriously think?

A chilling voice that tells me that I can't even tell you what's going on.

It's not that summoning tantrum or lack of calm that I've been used to hearing in the last 12 years.

"I can't believe it's an act, no!

"Until recently, I just left it to see how things were going."

It was an absolutely zero degree, chilled out voice.

It was the voice of my nostalgic husband back then, when he was afraid of the "White Knight of Ice".

"Oh no...! It's a misunderstanding! I mean, nothing...!"

Seriously concentrate solely on your husband's voice as much as I don't care about maids or anything anymore.

"Hmm, something I should have honestly captured that doctor. Your acting is purposeful. It's time to watch."

Woohoo, it's my husband.

My husband, thank you......!

depressing, an unspoken and sighing husband's voice;

"...... then die clean!

That's what I said. The woman who was the maid who moved.

But there's no way my husband could have fought a single assassin, the best knight in the country, and now that he's regained himself.

Seeing how it was, it was clear that the woman was powerless by her husband.

The doctor, who was in a hurry to escape, stuns him with a knife and leaves him gently tied with a cloth that was wrapping up nearby curtains.

"... Yahari. You don't have any art."

"Shut up! Why aren't you dead! It must have been lethal!

Her husband's voice, whimpered with a squeaky voice, is scratched off with a woman's cry that makes her ears hurt.

But my husband didn't seem concerned, and I mocked him.

"I don't know, I guess the thing called Kamisama has a bad character to it. You just didn't have any luck."

If there is indeed a man named God, how grateful I am, it is not enough.

Well done, I will weep and rejoice that you have returned the Augusto to my house, and gather as many offerings as you can for God.

"Shit! Why, why not die! Not even you! Not even you!

The woman's voice is deaf.

My husband's voice is hard to hear.

"... a persistent woman. How many times can I tell that I just had no luck? Hey, is anybody here?"

"Are you calling, sir?"

Samurai to your side immediately for the call of your husband.

I don't do anything unusual like entering a room without being called.

If you do that, the deacon of the Duke of Verstein's house is broken.

My husband opens his mouth as if it were normal for me to be beside him.

"Capture him."

To the words, I doubted my ears for a moment.

That cold husband bothered to take one of these assassins?

"...... because you want me to keep you alive?

To my inquiry, my husband returned his sober words.

"... depressing, that's all.... you want me to tell everyone?

You know what you should do?

That's what they say in the dark, sir.

... woohoo, back then, it's my husband.

Unmerciful to those who face their teeth, and by the time they have no full skin, they shall not slap.

This time, my husband finally regained what he had been missing for 12 years.

Then as a butler, I have decided to do it.

I squeeze as much information out of this woman as I can, find my employer, and dedicate the mastermind to my husband. That's all.

I was convinced of your husband's intentions, nodded, and thanked him again.

"If that's the case. I'll take care of it later."

"Okay, let's just say please. Oh, and."

First of all, my husband accidentally summons me to the place where he decides this woman should be secured.

"Ha. Why don't we sit down?"

"Thank you. There seems to be a confusion of memory and a significant deficiency. I want to check my memory as soon as possible. You can check the materials later."

What do you mean?

You think you've lost your memory to the price of getting yourself back...!

I almost put my surprise on my expression about the words my husband told me, but as a butler, I managed to fix it.

"... because, I'm afraid, sir, a doctor would be nice to see you?

"If memory deficits are to spread,"

"I'm awed, so be it"

Take your husband's word for it, a courtesy.

Then, when I received the hustling woman's hand over her husband's, which still kept calling, I quickly tied it up with a sheet and left the room as I pulled it together.

Before you leave the room, don't forget to give your husband a proper courtesy.

Then, tell Gulf Trasse, the captain of your husband's Kingsguard, who used to be familiar with you, the woman and the unconscious doctor you finally picked up, that your husband has returned.

I guess I've regretted it as much as I've ever done, thoughtless.

Gulf was glad to cry.

He laughed as he messed up that face with tears and snot as he seemed to swallow delicious liquor this evening.

Immediately afterwards, I take it back, quickly review the materials in my husband's study, and return to my husband, who is in the bedroom.

I knock and then wait for a reply, but there was never a word of forgiveness.

...... Apparently, my husband has even regained his old bad habits.

That one had always been unable to hear the noise around him when he concentrated on his thoughts.

He smiles naturally, hastily squeezing his face, and takes care of his deacon look.

When I opened the door gently and saw how it was going, it seemed clear that my husband was staring at the universe and had something in mind.

But I'm a butler.

Absolutely no orders from your husband.

I'm very sorry to disturb you, but I have decided to speak with you.

"Sir, I brought you the materials, hurry up, our roster and just the past books, would you mind?"

With that being said, if I gave my husband two books softly, he would have received them plainly, as if they were even natural.

"Well, I'll see you later, and look at the other materials."

"Ha, I'm awed"

In half my words, too, I smile heartily at my husband, who quickly passes me through the roster.

If you concentrate, it's no different that you can be neglected otherwise.

To the rest of the joy, I am driven by the urge to raise my hands and shout joy, but I manage to stop.

And I almost cried when I saw your husband like that.

"...... sir"

"... what's up?"

"... no, when you read books and stuff like that, it's like when Julia was alive," I thought.

Even then, in this way, I read the books every now and then at the time of one of you.

Though the books read at that time were always our roster of the year, a compilation of crop yields, etc., or just something that could not be roughly called reading.

"Right."

Talking to you during your reading doesn't make your husband angry.

That is a token of my trust in me, the deacon.

"If you lose weight like that, you'll have to refresh your meals, too. I'll bring you needles later."

"...... so much, have you changed"

"Half, a little more than, I thought I'd lost weight"

I told you, I'm in a hurry.

What are you doing, talking without understanding what you're talking about?

"I apologize for the inconvenience."

"Hmm... never mind."

I apologized in a hurry, but my husband did not look particularly concerned and only lightly.

"By the way, how long has it been?

It's no different where you don't have enough subjects to ask.

"If it was after Julia died, 12 years, heels"

"Right."

It's been a long 12 years.

I felt really, really long.

"Your son, Mikaelis Bo, has also finished his adulthood and grown up a lot"

"Son..."

"It's no exaggeration to say that your husband's proud son. You are growing up fine."

"...... well"

She said she lacked memory, but she seems to remember her son, Mikaelis Bochan.

Somewhere, you look at the universe like you're emotional.

"Sir, won't revenge stop you now?

If I realized it, I would say so.

"... suddenly, what?"

Your husband's words are good, but at any rate, he couldn't stop himself from saying the harm he had been accumulating.

"Are you still resenting this country?

This mouth tries to speak even more to my husband, who looks at me suspiciously.

"At that time, during the war, and the medicine to cure Master Julia's disease can only be picked up in hostile countries.

You knew my husband couldn't do it either. "

Woohoo, sir, I'm sorry.

Once I spit out the inside of my chest, I couldn't seem to stop it at the earliest.

"It's been 12 years. Julia and I don't think you want to look like your husband."

When I told him so, his husband, who had listened to him all the way quietly, accidentally opened his mouth.

"One, let's hear it"

"...... let's sit down"

Calm and faceless, he remembered the illusion that my husband, staring at me, was getting cold around his stomach.

"Why are you telling me that now?

"If my current husband would listen to me properly, I was foolish."

Keep your head down and wait for your husband to say what he says, feeling like a prisoner awaiting the death sentence.

But contrary to my intentions, your husband's condition seemed somewhere, strange.

"Not so much, no"

"With all due respect, you seem more calm than you were before you were lying on the floor"

"Well..."

As she streamed and read the roster at hand, her husband muttered, as he was somewhere convinced.

"Alfred Strom"

"... is"

Suddenly, he is called by name with his family name, and his body is strong.

Your memory is lacking, but you remember this Alfredo, and I trembled with joy and fear of being disrespectful.

"What the hell was it like?

of a sober voice, a simple question.

As I try to answer, I squeeze my mouth just with my qi.

"... in fear, as if, in a hurry to death, I felt"

I said it.

Whoo-hoo, what do you mean?

This must get my boulder husband outraged.

With me on my ass in fear of war, my husband distorted his righteous face as if to mock you

"...... that's ironic"

"Sir...?"

Let me speak to you, but my husband,

"Once people experience death, they want to live, it seems.

That's what I said, and I got a look similar to a cry on that face.

"Sir..."

My husband, who threw everything into despair, gave up even living, and was self-inflicted, says he wants to live.

To that fact, I felt my chest tightened.

"...... Alfredo, who is the Lord, what?

"... in fear, symbols of the house, specimens, and, Lord, heels"

"Am I the person who deserves it?

My husband, who asks so, looks as if he is complaining about his impudence, or the look on his face that he is about to cry.

Are you going to give up the housekeeper and tell me he's going to be hiding?

That, you shouldn't.

No, you can't.

That's all, no!

"Sir...! Whatever you say, no one deserves anything but you!

If I assure you, my husband gave me a slightly surprised look, and then opened his mouth with a slightly troubled look to the extent that only I, the butler, could tell.

"...... would be too much to buy"

"No! You have always been, and soon you will despise yourself!

After a major failure, my husband always tends to lose sight of you.

I am unaware of the fact that no other person can do it, such as what my husband could not do.

In that regard, I did not understand how much you have explained in the past.

I don't mean to.

My husband whines with a strange look somewhere.

But let me just say this.

"How many years do you think we've been together? I know what you mean."

The human neglect around us is no different, really.

I'm sure you wouldn't have noticed how much I was watching over your husband.

"I also understand how deeply you loved Julia.

And after Julia's death, you've lost your heart. "

When I told him that, my husband asked me to listen to my words in silence.

I couldn't stop you. "

I wanted to stop you.

But I couldn't.

"If I should have risked my life, I should have stopped.

But there was no guarantee that you would go back to sanity. "

If my husband would come back in exchange for the life of one of himself, he would have gladly offered all this himself.

But I bet my life and so on that I was just a butler to my husband, who was even deaf to your son, Mikaelis Bochan, as one thing, I'm sure he would not have reached me.

"...... so much, were you going crazy"

"Unfortunately, in the beginning, they tried to run for the horses."

It would be easy for a husband to destroy a division, but if he did it at the time, he must have lost the battle instead of the big problem.

In that case, our Duke, the Duke, will be crushed, and our Lord, my husband, will be good and banished, bad and death penalty.

That's all I had to avoid.

"You've been out of your mind for 12 years."

The words of my husband, who is grunted with potpourri.

At first glance, my husband looked sad and smiled lightly.

It's painful, as if the heart could be tightened.

... I wonder why I am a butler.

At a time like this, it would be rude to even console you.

"Alfredo"

"Why are you sitting down?"

Second, my husband opens his mouth.

As a deacon I quickly managed to get the right attitude and expression, and I gave him the courtesy.

"How long have you been asleep?

"I'll be sitting for about a month..."

"Right."

That's all they whine about.

The expression is emotionless and faceless.

When your husband has this look, it's time to come up with something important.

Second, my husband saw this one.

"... apparently I died once."

Oh, I see. Is that so?

"Sounds like it.“ Congratulations on your rebirth. "

"Hmm, right"

With all due respect, my husband nods with a satisfied look somewhere.

What a blessing.

"Now your husband will sit with you, sage."

"... am I the sage?"

My husband groans with some ironic grin at this one's words.

"Now this Verstein realm will also be Antai for five hundred years.

Anyway, Auguste's reign will be restored. "

"I feel like I can live that long."

"What do you say, Sir Sylvester? He will not go down four hundred years old after he has become a wise man. You have to live a hundred years longer than that."

And the name of the Duke of Augusto Verstein, who was called to be present in the kingdom of Renamilia, will be blown up all over the world.

No, how wonderful.

Now, for the past 12 years, we can make both the new noblemen who have belittled and scorned us blow a bubble.

"I thought I was human."

Huh, let's look at your husband's beautiful honor in a small way. I heartily rejoice, nodding and opening my mouth.

"If you become a wise man, it's like taking a step into God, so you can't help but be confused.

Ningro's husband at the time was such a beauty that he was out of the painting that he questioned why this one was not an angel, so long as he was truly pleased to have been fulfilled as a sage.

Ningro, now that you are a little older than you were then, your husband deserves the word sage.

Haven't you ever been there for your husband?

I'm sure you do.

Duke and wise man with the power second only to the king.

I can't believe that's my husband,... woohoo! How wonderful...!

You can't give Michaelis the housekeeper anymore.

A little, sorry to hear you squeal, sir.

One day I was going to give up the housekeeper to Bo, so maybe I can't help it.

But as far as I'm concerned, I'd rather have my husband rule over me than Mikaelis Bochan, who is my husband and Julia's son, and my eldest son, but shows little interest in governing.

But keep that out of your mouth and keep it to tell you what's going on with Mikaelis Bochan.

"I was just wondering if you could give priority to the Knights over us."

"Well,...... but you have one problem"

Though convinced, doubts arose about her husband staring at the roster at hand with a slightly troubled look.

"Why should I sit down?

What the hell is wrong with my husband, who is perfect at the earliest?

"I told you, there's a huge lack of memory"

I see. Is that so?

But my current husband wouldn't be an obstacle to anything like that.

"Don't worry, I'll support you in that."

More importantly, if this Alfred Strom, a butler with a husband, is beside you, anything will happen.

No, I'll try.

With all due respect, my husband nodded as he was convinced.

"Hmm, right"

And then again, my husband dropped his gaze on the roster, and, uh, questions arose.

Sir's, this change.

What if that was the truth?

"...... sir..."

"...... what"

"I hear that when people become sage, they meet the dead of the past."

"...... right"

At the end of your husband's gaze, the name on our roster.

It is.

"... you've met Master Julia, haven't you?

I'm sure Julia's appearance has passed now, as she was back then, when she was beautiful behind her husband's brain.

Asked to assure me, my husband was smiled small and bitter.

"... enemies, you know"

"I know. It's about your wife. I'm sure she was angry at you as soon as we met.

He said, "I don't want that at all."

That's what I said, sir, gently stroking Julia's name on the roster.

Nostalgic, and loving.

Then her husband told her sadly.

"...... live,"

Cruel, and loving words.

"... sounds like Julia."

I'm sure your wife would say that.

“Oh, my God! Duke, please don't be a princess but a fool to imitate! I'm not your favorite august!"

With that said, I can easily imagine you desperately hoisting your big, drooping, adorable eyes, pumping and outraged.

As the Duchess, the Countess would have won too many loads in the Count, but she remembered her wife, who had diligently absorbed all sorts of things and had become worthy, her chest tightened.

"Alfredo"

"Ha"

When you are called by name and your consciousness is brought back from past to reality, your husband's serious eyes and eyes meet.

"Can I live?"

It sounded like an inquiry, not as a butler, but as an old friend.

"Whatever happens, I will fool you into wanting you to live."

"... even if I'm no longer the august you know, is that it?

At all, what does your husband say now?

"My Lord will sit with you.

It is a constant fact, even if it lacks memories of my childhood or of the past I grew up with.

I will remain your butler. "

I can't change the Lord who has served beside me since I was a child and watched me at all times, as much as your memory has been lacking.

More importantly, such an option does not exist in this Alfredo.

My Lord is only one of you.

There must be no such thing as Auguste Verstein.

And he closed his eyes quietly and bowed his respects with the attitude he deserved as deacon of the Duke of Verstein family.

Again, vowing allegiance to your husband.