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

Well, what's happened since then?

That day, after I broke up with Osama, a dark, yummy character, there was nothing special about it, except that a few people with the courage came hard to say hello.

No, they asked me a lot about the clothes I was wearing, so it's a remake. I said yes, but, well, other than that, it was peace itself, so I usually went home.

The last day of that next day's party is all cut, as it ended peacefully with nothing in particular to the extent that more people came to say hello.

I am currently fighting a pile of paperwork at home.

It is the morning of the eleventh day, ten days after becoming an odyssama.

Is your house great?

You can't help it because dating people at parties stinks in vain, can you?

Why, you have to act great and dignified, knowing who they are, and knowing everything, to make sure they can't lick you while you're reading behind your words and deeds?

I don't know why you're doing this, because it happened in Mr. Augusto's knowledge, so maybe that's the way nobility is, or common sense.

No, I don't.

Well anyway, it doesn't smell like shit!!

You should just do the paperwork, so it's easier to say what you think. This way.

And thanks to the high specs, it's going to be fun!

Plus Deductive Allocative Multiplication and more. It's a slur!

I'm in the mood for a nose song, but I'm not going to put out any of those mons on the outside, so the butler showed up as I finished one piece of paperwork in front of me while thoroughly watching the act I was seriously watching, with a serious face that could only be seen as cold.

I'm not surprised anymore because I can now see the signs of the butler!

Though I'd be surprised at Mr. Augusto's first of these wasteful high specs!!

'Cause normally you can't, can you?

You're throwing away humans like this to become aware of a deacon with no sign of this.

... wasn't human, no.

While I was somewhat desperate for the fact that I remembered, I put the one document I had on the mountain of those who could, and I spoke to the butler.

"What?"

"Sir, I'm afraid I've received your letter, but how can I help you?"

When I turned my gaze from the next document to Deacon, he had a black box in both his hands.

Is it about the size of the script box I used as a student?

Maybe there's a letter in there.

Well, you should see it, for once.

"......... take a look"

I still don't have the next paperwork on my desk, so I have space.

The butler, who understood without saying it, put the black box in front of me.

I have a slightly unpleasant feeling that it sounds plainly heavy.

"I'll sit here."

In the box that was opened like a pakah and a trunk, there were a lot of tightly packed letters, I don't know, stuck in Michi Michi, what is this, I forgot.

Well, no, more than that.

"......... that's a lot"

"Well, I guess some people want to get to know your husband that much."

I shrugged pale, but somewhere proud of the butler's words, but I don't like it, it stinks.

What amount?

How many are there?

There's about a hundred of them, no, it's not weird to have more.

'Cause I only see it up here.

I can't be sure how much I'm hiding down there.

"...... Alfredo"

"I understand. Leave the pen to this strange Alfredo"

The dust, and a refreshing smile, the butler asserted so and closed the black box and held it in his hands to retrieve it.

No, that's the butler.

I can't believe you took my will just because you called your name, and you acted most appreciatively, because you really read too much air. I can only say thank you anymore.

It's like worship.

I don't want to.

"...... don't bother"

"For your husband's sake, please don't worry about it and don't worry about it."

To the extra gratitude, I hung up the hard work words, but the butler still said to me that he was going to have a great inner look, without one disgusting face, rather he looked a little happy.

I can only say thank you so much.

It is no longer a gratifying extreme.

So I decided to tell the butler what I had been thinking about.

"Well, it's a matter of government."

"Let's sit down."

"I'm going back to the realm once."

"Oh my...!, but, sir, may I?

The butler opens his eyes as surprised and makes sure he is only a little rushed.

I was a little surprised by how it went.

Well, I guess there's no trust in the people, so maybe I didn't think there was anything wrong with me going home now.

At the same time as exhaling small, I say kick it off.

"Sooner or later, we have to face each other."

The butler then nodded sincerely, with a look like he had decided to do so for some reason.

"... awed, if you are prepared by that time, I will say nothing.

I will arrange it that way, but I will prepare a letter first, please wait a moment. "

"Okay."

I answered eagle fry, what do you write letters for?

─ ─ ─...... At this time I had no idea what other elements the butler would panic about because nothing else floated around.

I'm sure it would have come to mind if I thought about it better.

But I was like lost every day, so I didn't seem calm and calm, so I didn't realize.

I can't believe there was such an element in Mr. Augusto's residence that the butler panicked, not just the people of the territory...

Then, for a while, I was convinced by myself that I knew where to write with the tremendous quality of the letter the butler had brought me.

That's right, you're retarded no matter what you think about going back to the territory without telling the king anything.

Yes, it's about me.

No, I knew it, but I knew it, but you're an idiot. It's stupid.

Of course, when you get home without saying a word to your boss in modern society, you won't even go with the final book, but then you decide to giggle.

I became disillusioned with myself, but still had to work hard to live, so while assembling the sentence in my head, I took the ink kettle dedicated to the letter out of my desk drawer and tried to put it on my desk before realizing it.

"Mm."

I was gonna take out the ink kettle, but I think I took out something different.

How pompous I am.

I mean, what is it?

Unexpectedly, I stared at that.

Looks like a little box.

It's a red, chic box, unlike the one with our Lord's ring in it.

... red?

I'll open that little box to see if it's a moment gone by.

Then, what was inside was one ring with a light green gem.

The light green was the same color as Mr. Augusto's beloved, that man's eyes.

"Julia's ring..."

She changed her stature and couldn't wear it anymore, so she must have removed it.

And Mr. Augusto, carrying it as a pendant, carrying it with him every little box, and such memories floated around, making him a little sad.

No, well, I used to think it would be around here, but I don't have to find anything right now.

I mean, there's no way I have this, is there?

Whatever, I'm not Mr. Auguste.

Then I'd like to put you gently in Julia's grave, which would contain Mr. Augusto's ring.

Because Augusto at the time is already at Julia's place.

I'm sorry I can't make you Mr. Augusto's grave, but one day, when I get a chance, I'll figure it out.

With that in mind, I closed the box and put it in a prominent place to make sure I didn't forget.

Then, when I took the ink pot out of the drawer again, I wrote the letter safely and entrusted it to the butler.

... and then two days went by sending a letter stating that he was returning to the Lords' Agent Hall in the Territory, or preparing to go to the Territory.

I wondered why it took so long, but considering it a long trip for the aristocracy, it seems this is still faster.

I have to fix the carriage, sort the soldiers on the escort, change clothes and food, check the route, and then I have to collect that pile of paperwork on the way to calculation and take both what I did and what I didn't do.

Well, if you think about it, two days is early, right?

Once again, the fact that I realized it made me a little wary of the deacon's ability, but I can't help it, can I? Here.

I was currently in that extended space magic and wagon, dedicated to the Duke, fighting the paperwork after all.

If this isn't over, we won't be able to work on it next, so there's no other way.

I mean, as many times as I think about it, it's this carriage little house, isn't it?

It doesn't shake, it's big, it's got a kitchenette, it's got a bedroom, and there's a shower room for everything.

I can live there. Seriously.

It's bigger than the apartment room I used to live in, but, yeah, let's just say I didn't realize.

It's been three hours since Mr. Augusto of Wang Capital left the mansion where he spent twelve years, but nothing is going on so far. If things continue smoothly, he'll reach Mr. Augusto's territory in three or four days.

By the way, what are Deacon and Hidden doing right now?

The butler is supposed to wait in the next room for me to bring me some tea or bring me some food.

Mr. Hidden is supposed to be ahead of the carriage path and let us know if there are any anomalies that the soldiers can't do anything about.

Too much pressure and no words, right?

Thank you so much for your hard work.

When I was feeling that way, I noticed that the scenery wasn't moving, and then I noticed that the signs around me were getting weird.

Uh, wild horses around the carriage?

And there's someone in front of the carriage.

...... What is it, rubbing?

... Luluria was noisy that day, a city about three hours by carriage from Wang Du.

The Duke of Verstein, who is so infamous as to be the best in this country, went through the city for the first time in years in order to return to his territory, because he was informed by soldiers protecting the city to the people of the city.

No matter how close to the King's Capital, there was still little time for rumors of the King's Capital to penetrate, and no matter what rumors arrived that the Duke of Verstein had become a wise man, none of them equated to those who believed.

Therefore all the people of the city were not concerned that the Duke might commit any atrocities in the city.

And in the morning before noon, the carriage of the Duke's house came into the city.

All five carriages go all the way through the quiet city, spearheading a brilliant but strictly visible decorative carriage that deserves the second highest ranking in the country.

If you come closer, you'll see that the crest with the moon and roses is on the side of the carriage, indicating that it belongs to the Duke of Verstein's house.

But no one would ever come near me, and I would just stare frightened at the carriage passing by in a faraway winding.

Destiny God was cruel behind the wishes of the people of the city who wished to pass the city without incident.

One little kid, who knew nothing, jumped out in front of the carriage.

Is it a boy of about five years of age to tell from his clothes?

It was a brittle life that was going to disappear with a few shocks.

The people who had witnessed it screamed convulsively.

But is it good luck to say that there is no speed left in the carriage, and it was possible to stop in front of the child sparingly and avoid the tragedy of the child being hit by the carriage as a result.

But it's the Duke's carriage that the kid stopped.

Even though the nobles around it say that they are disrespectful to their opponents, the heavenly man above them, and, moreover, the infamous carriage of the Duke of Verstein.

The people of the city gave up their children's lives.

But the child's mother could not give up.

To a horse who stopped in front of him, he rushes over to a child who was dazed and screams.

"Also, sorry!!

When the soldiers who were guarding the carriage arrived to confirm the sudden stop, they opened their mouths and noticed what had happened to the diagram of a mother and child desperately apologizing.

"What are you doing!

That was just a cry to get out of the way because it was simply dangerous, but the mother couldn't take it that way.

"Oh, oh!! Sorry!! This child's life is only life!!, I don't care what happens to me! Please, just this kid. Ha!!

"Ugh, wow!! Grandma!! Grandma!!

The voice of a mother scrolling desperately in tears and a child crying at the disturbance of the sword screen and atmosphere of that mother echoes around her.

Soldiers call out to try to have a conversation, but that's all the parents and children panicked about, and they just cry and cry as they sit back on the spot.

In the meantime, as far as I could tell, a little fat man in his fifties, came out flabby like a representative man in this city rolling.

"Oh, my God... oh!, oh sorry!! Come on, get out of there now!

"Oh no!! Don't take this girl away from me. Eh!!

"Uh-oh!!

The people of the city who can only stare at the resounding sad voice distort their faces to regret.

The young women turned a blind eye that they could not watch the sight.

Stopping the carriage of a high-ranking nobleman is sometimes a serious event that leads directly to death.

I mean, the three of us in front of the carriage right now, it wasn't weird whenever they took their lives.

The man who represents the city doesn't even think that he might die.

More than that, he jumped out because of the intolerable situation of the inhabitants of his city poking at the Duke's house.

The mother found it intolerable that her beloved child, who had been made late, might die because of her unreasonable identity, and then she jumped out to go with her.

And when it came to the children who had caused it all, they were interested in a crowd rarely found in the city, left their mother's hands at will, and ran out of momentum.

The little body slipped through the crowd easily, and as a result, he jumped out of curiosity and into front of the carriage.

Only time passes without anyone being able to stop the tragedy that may happen.

But then, the soldiers suddenly pave the way, and the carriage door opens.

The appearance of the notorious Duke froze the air on the spot.

But contrary to the expectations of the city's people, it was a beautiful man of magnificent age who showed up from the carriage of the Duke's house.

Slurry body, blue silver hair.

Beautiful facial shapes that are too neat and fearful.

The woman, who happened to see it, sighed with admiration as the sliced long ice-blue eyes looked around.

"Hmm, I see, I can guess what happened, but let's ask.

What the hell is going on?

Inquiries in bass about the hues brewed because of their age stunned the people of the city.

That was also the representative of the city who was desperately trying to get the parents and children out of the way, but the parents and children at the time were no exception.

"Ha, sorry sir, apparently, a child has popped up in front of the carriage"

"Well, well, I guess in this way"

The man's question was answered by a captain-like soldier who was stationed nearest to the man.

All of a sudden, they were the people around them confused by the appearance of a wonderful aesthetic shape that they hadn't even anticipated, but their confusion peaked even further at the word “husband” of the soldier.

In such a deliberate hustle and bustle, a man glancing at the three people in front of the carriage accidentally opens his mouth.

"Hmm, okay, you guys."

"Ha, ha!?

In response to a call from a man, the city's representatives responded by jumping.

"You're going to stay there forever, get out of the way because it's dangerous."

Kippari, but the parents and children who were sitting back were flabbergasted by such words of a calm voice that felt somewhere benevolent.

In the meantime, the representative of the city, shamelessly lit and hasty and bright red, replies as he panicked.

"Ha, ha! Oh, my God! Let's go, you guys!

The city's representatives, who chew slightly but encourage parents and children, are bright red to their ears.

"Uh, ah, yes"

The mother stops aside with the city's representative, with a child who, while dazed, continues to stare at the man with a poker and a dumb face.

The man who saw it nodded and walked out toward the carriage.

But the city representative waits there in a hurry.

"Ahhh!

"Hey, that's disrespectful!

To the stillness of the soldier on the way, the city delegate blued his face, but he didn't care for the man who was called out.

He turned his gaze to the delegate.

"... okay, let's hear it."

A representative asks a man, feeling a little relieved by the words, but still terrified.

"You know, I blame you..."

To the words of such a representative, the man murmured lightly, with the voice he had just remembered.

"Oh, I see, was it normal for nobles to disrespect the people"

To the man's words, the delegate, who guessed that it might have been a snake, scratches a cold sweat unexpectedly, but still scrolls desperately.

"This city is somewhat wealthy, so if it's compensation, we can pay for it, and we'll dispose of that parent and child! So please...!"

"What are you talking about?

To the delegate's plea, the man frowned when he said he didn't know what the heart meant.

"Huh? Um, so, the compensation..."

"When the people of the city are coarse, it must be those who stand above them who take responsibility.

Don't hold the people below accountable.

Just as the responsibility of the child rests with the parents, so do those who stand on top. "

The language of a man lined up in a rough way was almost incomprehensible to him, a small man, before he was the representative of the city.

Nevertheless, the common sense of this world that nobility must not be defied makes words of apology out of his mouth while acting as if he understood and was in tune.

"Also, sorry!! I said I'm past it!! Please forgive me.

Cold sweat or greasy sweat, a sweat I no longer know went through the temples of the delegate.

"Hmm, okay.

I don't want you to understand. "

Kippy, such a cold verbal man sighs as if frightened.

And he went on to affirm to the delegate who still asked him how the man was doing when he said something.

"I am not free enough to be involved in something like this.

It's more a matter of late arrival in the next city than that. "

"Huh? Uh, well, what the hell..."

"Don't you see, I'm not involved, I'm telling you. It's a hassle."

Depressing, the representative man lay flat on the spot in a hurry to the man who distorted his expression all the time.

"... Huh!, Oh, thank you I know happily...!!"

"Then I'll go now"

"Ha!! Have a good trip! May the Duke have the blessing of the goddess Renamilia...!!"

Without even glancing at the representative man, who now just rubs his forehead against the ground, the man boarded the carriage.

The soldier who confirms it runs the carriage as it is.

As the sound of a hoof called Capocapo echoed, the representative man lay flat on the ground, dropping off the carriage.

Then the representative man, who finally woke up after losing sight of the carriage line, went straight into it.