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

Now, after that horrible jizz and the disgusting granddaughter who unleashes a lot of discomfort there.

I got lost on the fast track.

No, I mean lost, I just had no idea where to go.

That's what I mean by lost.

I have no purpose at all, so I don't know where the hell to go and what to do.

I understood that if I knew someone, I should go say hello, but there were a lot of people and I didn't know where to start.

In the meantime, I approached the nearest man with the signs that I felt somewhere, and I wondered what I would do if it was our secret.

It was a normal aristocratic man how he saw it, wasn't it amazing, the ability to disguise.

I mean, even here, gathering information, I'm overzealous about my work, and I'm impressed.

I didn't want him to work too much and die of overwork, so I was in a blurry conversation about wanting him to be as much, and suddenly something started to depress me and I was in a hurry.

If you ask me, I don't think you need me because my specs are amazing.

Yeah, I want to say it out loud.

Is that why?

It's absolutely impossible for me to have the ability to communicate like Mr. Hidden, to network, to investigate, to act like that while acting like this Odysama.

No, you might be able to do it if you work hard, but you'll just have to be like a burning blade. Probably.

I haven't figured out my specs yet, so I don't know when I'm going to lose them.

In that regard, it would really help if someone as high-spec as Hidden or Deacon was covering for me.

So there's absolutely no need for him to be depressed.

There are things that can and cannot be done by any person who is a woman and has no connection with a communal disorder.

So I comforted you with that thought, but something makes me feel awesome that I failed.

No, 'cause, you know, that Osama guy was looking at me with a sparkling eye for some reason, right?

Yeah, I'm sorry, I really don't know what that means.

Isn't that the right thing to do, like, laugh bitterly while carrying shadows and stuff?

Besides, the passing wind spirit-like on the way to comfort me is' Suka-kun!! 'Or Xuan, while he was there, he innocently lifted the hem of my coat with Cakkauf before returning, and it was ruined a lot.

Why did you try to turn the skirt of Odysama? It's like a spirit of the wind.

I'm not wearing a skirt.

No, you're a pervert.

Akan, I almost imagined, calm down, me.

You can't do that.

Shortly afterwards, I walked away from that place to escape Mr. Hidden's sparkling eyes and came back around the terrace seat.

'Cause I can't wait.

I basically didn't do anything respectable.

I have no idea what makes it like that.

I mean, even now, I've noticed.

This castle is full of spirits.

I didn't really have much room until now, but if you just look around, I'll be there, little spirit-like light.

I guess it would look like a lot of fluorescence if I saw it at night.

It's puffy, spirits chasing each other, it's beautiful, but it's kind of long idle.

There are many balls of light, especially the spiritual thin green of the wind.

Well, there was a place where wind spirits were especially swarmed, so I took a look at you.

They let a breeze blow through the head of someone who clearly looked like a rash and enjoyed Setouchi falling or not falling.

Stop it!

He's so confused! You're in a hurry!

You're going to be so sweaty and thrilled if you don't!

You're pathetic, so stop it!

"Hey, look, it's the Duke of Verstein"

"Is that it? Um?"

It was when I was unwittingly thrilled to me.

I heard a lot of talk from somewhere.

Sounds very strange, suspicious or suspicious.

"No, no, you're lying, whatever you think"

"But that's what His Majesty called you, too, isn't it?

I know where the hell you're hearing it from, the specs on this body are too high and in an earlier moment, but I realize it. You shouldn't bareback.

As I pretend to look for a drink, I listen to the conversation, but still keep a certain distance from them and pass by.

"Then are you sure that's that pig duke?

"Hey, can you hear me?

Yes, I hear you.

But ignored.

'Cause I really was a pig, so I couldn't help but care less.

"Oh, well, even the Duke of Verstein would have let such a man say... where the hell did he go..."

Somewhere tiny, and disgusting, in those words, I don't know, but I heard a man Mr. Augusto knew.

It's low, I don't know what to say, it's a good voice, but it's kind of frigid.

That's the voice of Odishan.

"The Duke I know thought he was more noble... but I wonder if I had overbeautified my memories."

Something tells me that with Netineti, is this talking to me?

No, but here, you're talking to yourself, right?

I don't know, you shouldn't talk until someone above you speaks up. I guess it's the result of being faithful to the nobility rules.

Maybe we should talk?

I know which way you're talking at once, and everything's right around the corner, but I don't know.

I feel like such a pain in the ass.

I don't know what to do.

"No, how lamentable! You mean glory was without shadows or shapes back then!

Oh, no, come on, it's the kind of Osama who escalates more and more and more and polishes himself to depression.

I walked out of this place trying to get through, but I'm still saying something while I arrived without bothering to leave, and I absolutely am.

"I don't know what you mean, there's so much cruelty to the flow of time!

Wow, what this guy, he started saying something out loud.

What do I do? I don't want to get involved.

But it's obvious that it would just be depressing to leave it alone.

It's so hard, but I'm not going to talk about it, because I can't seem to make the choice, so I'm going to try my best to talk about it.

Come on, it's me, it's Fight. Me.

I can do it, I can do it!

"Hmm, if you think it's noisy, it's you"

I look back as hard as I can to look as elegant as I can, whilst brewing a disgraceful attitude, really making me think about who the hell I am.

Then at the end of his gaze, somehow, stood a nice-middle with an exquisitely subtle appearance.

Some kind of luxurious aristocratic garment based on a black brown color, with gold embroidery or edges or something.

Height is just a little lower than me, or Mr. Augusto, right now.

The eye of the slice length is sharp and the color of its eyes is red tea

Hair that looks a little stiff, with eyes and tonal hair, is made into an all-back of a gucci bee.

My face is so neat that I may say it's straight, but at any rate, the problem is the beard on my mouth.

This mustache had made the appearance of the man in front of him exquisitely unfortunate.

I saw it somewhere, but what is it? Here.

No, I tried to remember, but only Kernelsa O dozen came out.

It's not a kernel beard, it's not that way, it feels like I curled the tip of the one close to the eight letters.

Something like that.

Anyway, that mustache doesn't look perfect.

I wonder why, because the color of my hair is bright.

Mustaches are that color, too.

And then, could it be a little child-faced?

When a child-faced person grows a mustache, he doesn't know what it is, but it doesn't look good on him.

Alle, what is it?

Quick story, anyway, the mustache doesn't look good.

I mean, you can't have that shape of a mustache, can you?

"Aren't you willing to change the shape of that beard?

"Oh, isn't it the Duke of Verstein! You seem to remember me, the ultimate in pleasure!

It's been a long time, Richard Ironhide, senior Earl of Ironhide. "

Osama, who behaves deliberately and as brightly as he just realized, politely turns to me for the courtesy that noble men give to those in sight.

The mention of the mustache I told you about got me through, but I think I really care so much because my mouth is cramped.

Well, looking at Osama like that, hanging a search on the database in your brain, one case in question.

Richard Ironhide

Augusto classmates.

I don't know what it was like to come at me and be disgusted, sarcastic or ridiculed, but I was being made an eyewitness anyway.

That didn't change when I went out into society, and I was doing the same thing every time I saw him, but I left him all the time because there was no particular harm.

... this guy who was a pathetic Osama who had been abandoned all along.

Huh? I was such a thick guy through, Mr. Augusto.

That's awesome on the contrary, Mr. Augusto.

Is it delicate or thick?

I tried to explore my chilling memory, but I don't know what to say, yes, he was a pathetic man.

As much as I'd like to say that I wish I could handle it properly for a little while, I think I'm going to tear up some memories that have just been sassy since I was younger.

I won't cry, though.

That's me, but actually, surprisingly, I like people like this.

I don't know what to say, honestly coming from the front, straight people who don't want to fall in the shadows or anything, you can like it.

From Mr. Augusto's memory, only Mr. Augusto would take such an attitude.

So I'm sure this guy thinks Mr. Augusto is a rival or something in his current progression.

I was so through, Mr. Augusto, even though I said so. Seriously, animal.

Personally, I'd like to make up for you because you're pathetic, but what's the right response?

... In the meantime, I'm going to return my greetings normally as a look at how things are going.

"I see, it's certainly been a long time since I've seen you. As long as I'm sorry I've been so worried about you.

You're right, I got my old weight back, so don't worry. "

Um, I mean, it's like saying hello or something, like, a little thank you, but is this really okay?

'Cause it sounds ironic how you did it, doesn't it, Mr. Augusto?

Or so I thought, my mouth moved as if it were a reflection.

"By the way, don't you shave that beard?

Hey!? I ran an extra word on this mouth!!

"..... Didn't you know the Duke of Verstein? This mustache is in fashion now..."

"Hmm, right, but it doesn't suit you at all."

Wait, wait, wait!

What are you talking about?

Huh!? What!? Here's the result of trying to figure you out!?

Could this be how Mr. Augusto feels?!? This is the standard!?

"Huh...!!"

Oh! He's staring at me with a bright red face that's so scary! Awesome eyesight! Horrible!

Shame and remorse, you can't add up and argue with the wall of identity sorry!!

"Excuse me!

I opened my mouth to apologize in a deep panic, but you popped out of my mouth like that.

Well, I'll see you soon.

What an insolent, extreme line.

"... Huh!!

I don't know how that got me into eclampsia, he stunned me in silence, and I was really freaked out inside by that eyesight, but I don't think I can help it.

Yes I'm sorry I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!!

I mean, why!? How can you only show off your physical habits at times like this!? Yada, this!

But with such a mayhem on his ass, he thought he had turned himself upside down and walked away with indignation as to who saw him.

Yes, I did. Ahhh!!

I exhaled, desperately holding onto the urge to squat with my head.

Richard Ironhide is an Auguste Verstein classmate.

The Duke of Verstein and the Senior Earl of Ironhide had the same classes in the same classroom, as students of the same knighthood family, although generations gave rise to knights.

Richard was following his dream of becoming the Knights Commander at the time.

But no matter how hard I worked, I was struck by a reality that didn't even reach under Augusto's feet.

If this was the result of Augusto's daily drilling for the Knights Commander, just like Richard, he wouldn't have twisted this far.

But Augusto had made the choice of succeeding the governor without becoming a knight.

He was the eldest son and his father was the Knights Commander, so I guess he just wanted to take care of the family, but Richard was furious with the choice just to smoke Augusto's strength.

Even when I became a knight, it was possible to succeed the governor, so I guess I felt even worse.

Furthermore, rumours of people that if they had as much strength as Augusto, they would soon be able to work as knights for the lion, applauded Richardt's emotions.

Why, I don't have that strength, and why, it's that man and not me.

It was jealousy, and envy.

Richard, whose roots were straight, criticized him from the front.

But the august at the moment didn't care at all, it just flushed lightly.

Within repeated times, he graduated, grew up, and married.

And there was a war, and Richard, as a knight, fought a mysterious infectious disease that spread across the country.

And the august I met when it was over wasn't Richard's knowing august.

Self-inflicted self-abandonment, and he was a bystander, just a fool.

Seeing Augusto like that, Richardt has only noticed one thing.

He said he had an admiration for Augusto.

That's why I couldn't admit such an august appearance.

I couldn't even forgive you.

As deputy chief of the Knights, I couldn't allow Augusto's presence to go so dumb that I didn't think that would matter if I were to get under Augusto's son.

One day, as chief of the knights, I wanted you to stand.

And as my right arm, I wanted to stand beside him.

He lived as a knight, unconsciously holding an unfulfilled dream.

I guess that felt overshadowed.

"Thank you very much."

"Oh, hey, what!

"Oh, look, have a handkerchief"

Soon Richardt's body will marvel at his own wife, who appears next door.

"Shut up, don't worry about me!

"That being said, you have a nose."

"Do you have a pulled nose?!

Though he refused the handkerchief he was offered, his voice, which contained a lot of moisture, could not be deluded, and he would be worthy of his care.

"It's not, you know, uh... runny nose..."

"... Huh!?

"Oh, look, tears too"

"Gu, it's weird! I'm not crying!

"hehe, really, thank you"

"... Hmm! He's a disgusting man who's never changed what was good."

"Well, that's what I'm gonna do."

"What those raw, warm eyes, they're unpleasant! We're leaving!"

"Yes, Master Richard"

Richard's wife smiled quietly at Richard's orders as he vandalized his voice, misleading everything.

My wife knew.

I hate it from time to time. I assure you that I hate it, and that Richard, who is even more in solidarity, is an unconscious, August-rooted fan.

And his wife smiled with an unexpectedly hospitable expression of relief at the appearance of her own companion, who regained the same vigour as before.