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

It was a tough place to call quiet.

The light inserting from the stained glass, which extends all over the ceiling, quietly illuminates the area.

Legends of brave men and virgins, their famous scenes, that existed in the legends and tastes (and) of the gods, in such a way as to draw circles around the full moon elephant with glass.

The way the brave boy faced the dragon with his sword and the way the Virgin Girl was healing the fallen was colorful in the light of the sun.

With such an atmosphere, in that place of strange and calming air, there was a magnificent sitting of an international large pipe organ, but more than that, the statue of a beautiful woman placed before it caught my eye.

Renamilia, goddess of the moon, the kingdom goddess of the kingdom of Renamilia.

She descended from the moon and is the God who supposedly led Lloyds Renamilia, the first king who founded the kingdom.

Merciful and kind, she led the people with the first king, with golden eyes that foresaw all of it, and she said she had made a kingdom with the king as queen.

Mother of the Nation, God of the Nation, and a symbol of Renamillianism.

The architecture of the building resembles the chapel of a Renaissance church that exists in wonder and the earth.

If I insist, is it because the moon is a motif, or because there is a lot of silver and blue in the decorations, different from the church on Earth?

Through color glass, you get the illusion that the sight of various colors illuminating floors, walls, goddess statues, conditioning items, and large pipe organ is somewhere else.

The sight is beautiful, and sometimes the glass creates it, somewhere.

Though it was well cleaned, the dust, which had risen due to the wind that had entered it from somewhere, reflected the light sparkling like diamond dust.

"Father, is there a priest here?

Such a call, which I heard, apparently comes from beyond the large door, which is the entrance to this chapel.

The slight appearance from a large door that opened just a little looks like a young boy.

When I was a year old, did I step into a teenager for a year or two?

The voice echoed the sound and sounded well into an easily amplifiable chapel of construction.

Surprised by his voice, which resonated louder than expected, the boy leaves himself alone a little.

That's when one person showed up through the back door of the chapel.

"Yes, yes, what is it? Richard, what's wrong with you?"

A magnificent man who appeared in a relaxed foothold with an unexpected look on his face, whether he knew him or not, returns such words to the boy.

He was an all-back, middle-bodied, ordinary man dressed in a unique white Lunamilian coat with gray-haired blonde hair stroked with a hair conditioner all the way to the back of his head.

"Ah! Father! Good! There you are!

The boy, called Richard, ran over as if he were a jean dog when he broke his face like a ho relieved of the man's appearance.

For him the presence of a priest was the only salvation, in a life of parenthood and slaughter.

"Ha ha, what if the priest isn't in church?"

"With that said, the priest goes to the tavern sometimes, doesn't he!

"What, uh, how do you know?

"Uncle Dan next door told me."

"Wow, really? That's terrible, Mr. Dan."

Against a priest laughing like trouble, the boy distorted that indelible young face into a grin.

But now that he remembered that there were more reports to the priest than that, he pulled the priest's clothes as he panicked.

"More than that, listen to me, Father! The lord came to this city!

"What!? Are the people of the city safe?

In the boy's words, the priest changes his blood phase.

He broke his knee so as to have the same gaze as the boy as he lowered his eyebrow root like he was in a hurry, placing his hands on the boy's shoulder.

As such, (Sama) was so surprised that everyone knew immediately that he was worried about everyone, that the boy had no idea that such priests were bothered, but rather was glad that he cared so much for the people of the city.

That's why the boy, dignified and proudly chested.

"That's okay, we all threw stones at him and drove him away!

But that didn't seem to be a good response for the priest.

The moment I understood the boy's words, his expression stained with haste and a sweat seeped into his forehead that I didn't quite understand.

"Oh, how dangerous! How could you do that?

With a flipped voice, the boy stared at the priest in a strange way, asking him as if to mourn.

"'Cause nobles are bad guys, aren't they? Then you have to do that!

To an unschooled boy, I didn't know what was wrong.

Bad guys should be done, all they had was such a cheap idea.

Kyoton and the boy tilt his neck, not only saying it was a heartfelt wonder, but also seeping through his grievances as to why he wouldn't rather praise me.

To such a boy, the priest sighed with concern in his face.

"... Richard, you may not know yet, but nobility is dangerous."

"But those guys, they went somewhere without doing anything, right?

For the boy, the Lords didn't even stand up to themselves at that time, and all they thought was that they ran away with their tails unnecessarily wrapped around them.

Both the two dragons and the flames of that time were all fake haribotes and glorious by their lords.

But the priest uttered words with an unchanging and worrying look.

"... nobility, Mr. Richard.

I just think we civilians are rubbish. "

"I know! That's what the priest always says, isn't it?

The boy, who smiled and laughed without looking through his will, just inquired that it was normal, and gazed at the priest with sparkling eyes.

It was natural and common sense for him.

Knowledge of nobility is nothing but such things, so let's just say it was inevitable.

But it was the priest who was in a hurry for it.

"Richard, you have no idea how dangerous nobility is!

All you think of us as garbage is that you think you can get rid of us so lightly!

To a priest who suddenly razed his voice, the boy's shoulders trembled victoriously.

An anxiety that I don't normally feel at all about the way priests are stuffed with cut feathers comes into the boy's chest and even his lips tremble.

"And yet, I can't believe everyone in the city threw stones! I don't care now, when the punishment will be imposed...!"

"Oh no, then what the hell...!?"

By the word of the priest, the boy seems to have finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

But without learning, he had no idea what was right and what was best.

As I have now changed my blood phase and frightened, I don't even understand that the priest's clothes are wrinkled, and squeeze the luxurious coat in front of me.

The priest opened his mouth with a serious face as he stared back firmly into his eyes at the rattling and shuddering boy.

"Anyway, gather the stone-throwers here, because the church is inviolable, and we need everyone to evacuate."

"Okay, I'll get you all...!"

"Be careful!

It looks frightened but determined, yes! The boy rushes out, along with a cheerful hung voice that

The priest dropped the boy off until he could no longer see him, then slowly, closed the large door of the chapel.

And breathe out small, paying for the boy's touched spot in a chapel where no one else is, with a disgusted face.

"Shit, that's a stupid idea... it's a hassle..."

An abominable grunt fell.

After that, tea was prepared because the conversation was going to take a long time, and I received a little hospitality.

It seems that tea was also made in this territory, and with such a brief explanation, it was your brother who put the cup of tea in front of me with the delicious looking cookies.

It seems that this land, where all sorts of things are easily imported thanks to the harbour for the proximity of the sea, is experimentally made of all sorts of things, but Mr. Augusto's memory suggests that the information stopped twelve years ago, so there is a subtle discomfort when what he saw in writing alone is actually in front of him.

In my memory, it's like it wasn't even a test run yet, it's like something like that's jumping over time and in front of me, and I can't say anything.

I knew, but I don't.

I don't know, but I do.

I am somewhat of an imbalance now that I consist of Mr. Augusto's memory and the information I have recently put in mind and myself not knowing anything about it.

As I stared at the surface of the hot, rising tea, my voice hung.

"So, boy, what are you going to do?

Mr. Augusto's childhood tame laughs at Nihil as he turns his gaze toward the voiced one who was headed for tea.

Yes??

My consciousness was going somewhere else, so suddenly I was drawn back to reality and in a hurry.

Wait, what do you want me to do?

Realm? Talk about territory? Or are we talking about the people who live here? Or are we talking about an earlier epoch-dramatic exchange? Which one?

I had a quick question in my head, but I couldn't keep it in my mouth, so I decided to reopen it.

"Not enough subject, start over"

It is a Doya face.

But the complete Doya face is not like Mr. Augusto, so it is a calm, pale, and grand, faceless Doya face.

It's normal for Mr. Augusto to be cool, but I'd like to see it from afar if I can.

I wonder why this is who I am. I can't solve it.

I can't solve it.

"Che, you know, you still have a bad personality, boy."

I used to see it in American drama, and I got sighed out doing reactions about letting Big Bang flap my shoulder, but let me tell you, I don't know one thing.

What is it, harassment?

There's a line, a context, and you can't tell from the conversation back and forth!

It's common on the mystery stage, but because this is reality!

Who is it? The guy who wrote the script! No, it's real, but come on!

I know I don't know what I'm thinking, but I want to leave that alone. Maru.

I mean, I'm curious, can I have one?

"More than that, can't you handle the way you call that boy"

"I don't care what you say, you're a boy to me."

What do you mean?

"... brother."

"Ahhh! I don't know how to accommodate you, but he always does!

"Ernesto, it's a bustle, go ahead and talk to your husband."

"Heck, I don't know what else to do..."

I think this is probably the kind of old man who sighs once again to overreact to embarrassing remarks by his brother and butler.

Sometimes you are, old man with a frivolous motion in vain.

I wonder what it is, that.

"So, yeah, boy, you saw the city, didn't you? What 'd you think?

The abrupt, still serious, inquiry sounded yawning indoors, which had at some point been quiet.

The same green gray eyes as the color of my hair stare at me.

No, yeah, don't look at me like that, I'm afraid.

I want to compliment you for not saying such rude things to me.

'Cause an old man like the mafia boss is looking at me, I'm afraid.

But I didn't have time to think about it, so I decided to think back to the city to answer the question.

I just saw it from inside the carriage, so I don't know, but when I say one, I guess it's flourishing.

The cobblestones were beautiful, and I didn't see any garbage.

Something tells me that a poor city is a lot of rubbish.

However, I suspected that there must be a lot of dissatisfaction.

Well, I don't think there's any array of anything at all.

"... a lot more retards," he said.

Because you threw a stone at me, didn't you?, desks and chairs, too.

The streets were amazing.

Looks a little burnt though.

I don't think you'd do that if you weren't retarded.

Speaking of which, what's the matter, clean up after.

"Ah, I heard that, eh? I thought I'd done everything I could before the stone-throwing guys."

The old man laughed at Dundee with a crease and a low laugh like a sound in the back of his throat, really looked like a mafia.

"Is there a problem?

"No, if I punish you badly, you're right."

They were right. You did it!

"So, what do you want to say"

"The only reason they're here is because they haven't been able to create a place to learn, and there's been some obstruction from the church guys."

"Hmm?"

"It's the Church's job to give charity to the people and to make them learn."

"I see."

I mean, these people probably did a lot of things to make people study.

Renamilia is a state religion, and that's probably why I couldn't get out strong.

"What's with the church side?

"People live to the fullest, and it's cruel to impose more learning on this," he said.

"I mean, you haven't taught me anything"

"I'm teaching you, Je? For the church people, nobility is evil."

"I see, you're just mass-producing idiots"

"Ha, no.

But you're the reason it happened, aren't you?

"I guess..."

Words spoken with a serious eye are getting too targeted and it hurts my ears already.

Anyway, I have a consciousness that I didn't do anything.

Not me, Mr. Augusto, but...

If I said that, it would only sound like an excuse, and rather, I wouldn't say it because it would mean you.

So I'm really terribly sorry. I'm going to leave it at that.

'Cause it's not my fault, and even though I have no choice, I think I'm as free as other people think I am.

"So, to get back to you, what are you going to do, boy?

Oh, I see, is this how it connects?

No, I don't know, idiot.

What do you think I am, because I'm not that smart?

I think of it as smudging, spitting such stupidity in my heart.

Hold on, there's this territorial problem everywhere.

'Cause a lot of people are retarded, which means they're so gullible, which means they're conveniently golden, or duck, or something like that.

"Where I made a place to learn, it will be now.

But we can't abandon the church without it. "

I'm so packed, I don't know what to do.

It would be nice to be quick so that people can realize for themselves...

Yeah, you can't! I can't help but have a few incidents.

Before that, the church provided a biased education called brainwashing, so there's no reason to believe it if you tell them that you're wrong now.

So if you go out on hard means or something, you just lose the extra trust you don't even have.

Would you do something to discredit the Church?

... national religion, and I don't think you can?

Well, if you feel weak or gripped, you can make money, so let's just check it out.

In the meantime, I decided to call the old man in front of me with a cool doya face.

"Do you know what to do?

Anyway, I decided to throw the whole thing at the idea that this old man would be overestimating me, too.

Then the old man in front of him opened his mouth with a grin on his face that was often only visible to the bad man.

"Ha, of course. I have to come..."

I'm so afraid I don't know what the hell I'm going to do, but I'm going to ignore it.

You can do whatever you want now! I don't know!

"If anything goes wrong, tell Alfredo. Alfredo, I asked for it."

"Yes, I understand."

I looked like nothing and stuck a delicious cookie in my mouth.

Then, we discussed the future, and something started discussing it on my own on the way, so I left it, and it was over sometime.

The tea was delicious, yes.

Well, as it turns out, it looks like we managed to put it together, but I'm not sure because I didn't ask properly what was decided.

No, I know you're in Mr. Augusto's head specally, but I'd like to put it aside for a moment now.

Well, if you still want to briefly summarize and explain, it seems that unless something else happens, you just need to look high, so do the same as usual.

I hate it when you say something like that, but when it happened, it happened, and that's when it happened.

As usual, ad hoc, I'm going to respond with an add-on, I mean, that's all I have.

By the way, it's that Echikaya exchange with the evil deputy a while back, but the cause was Mr. Augusto, after all.

Before I entered this body, Mr. Augusto was wasting his notoriety, but his brothers underneath it sometimes looked like it, and it was amazing, holding one thing in his belly, and they caught it.

But the great thing about them was that they didn't get angry there and plotted to use them instead.

I mean, that exchange is such an array of things, whether it's the removal of the pus from Verstein territory, or the broiling out.

Believing that one day Mr. Augusto would return, for twelve years, wearing stigma and mud, I waited forever.

It's very complicated to think about that feeling, but Augusto isn't here anymore.

Something's tough already, isn't it?

Besides, I have no idea what's in it is someone else.

Looks like the King and Queen did the same, but the difference with the original Mr. Augusto turned out to be something of a sage, so they seem to think it's because of that.

No one should know that I exist, so thank God, I'm only in a complicated mood.

But, as a trigger, the cause is Mr Augusto, but I was really grateful to be able to sort out the personnel really needed for this territory as a result.

I'm going to scrutinize the list of Akan guys later.

No matter how much Akan or Tsukuba, there may be other uses besides left-hand transitions and firing, and I have to work a little hard.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah!!!