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

Well, there was a lot going on, but it seemed to work out, so I finally came to our Lord's office, which had been abandoned for twelve years, and that's what I should call a great house servant.

There's no dust at all. On top of that, the paperwork I brought, the luggage, everything, was uncomfortably placed where I needed it during this short time.

I wonder if this means working properly.

No, I will, won't I?

When I sat in a fine seat to the point where it even seemed like a special seat, I was about to leak a bitter laugh at myself searching for the difference between my memory and my present.

It's not my memory, but it's in my head as if it were my memory, so I guess I can't help but be like that on my own, I guess.

Second, I drop my eyes on the paperwork on my desk.

If you think it's kind of different than usual, apparently that was a report from Mr Covert.

There are many thick sheets. That's a lot of work to read or sorry for.

The workload in this case is Mr. Hidden's workload.

I just read it. I don't have a choice.

Well, more than that, I look at the paperwork.

........................... Yes.

Um, first of all, I think the warcraft appeared in this territory before.

That's it, but in conclusion, Mr. Hidden was knocking me down.

...... No, wait, I remember you checking me out and saying, you didn't tell me you were coming to take me down, did you?

Huh? Why? What happened? How did that happen? That's crazy, isn't it?

For once, they also looked into what kind of warcraft it was, but it's so sumptuous.

What are you doing, Mr. Hidden?

By the way, they said the source was coming off a small dungeon in a nearby mountain. I don't care anymore.

And then, on the second day of the Founding Party, Mr. Hidden went over the information for me, but yeah.

That prime minister and his granddaughter, they're fucking too much.

No, they're already, like, awesome jerks.

Besides, Mr. Augusto's son, he seems to be getting tagged.

You feel so targeted, conversationally.

Oh, what shall I do?

I don't know what to do, I don't know.

Do you think it feels like you're coming by hand?

Then I don't think I can do anything.

I wonder if I should let the person know, like this.

But if I tell him, he'll leave it weird and empty.

Oh, yeah. I don't know, but I think I'll do it.

I think it's a through project, this.

I mean, he's been doing a lot of other research, but he hasn't done anything wrong.

I've only been reading it to make someone unhappy.

Huh? Need it? Do you want them in this country? Don't you need it? Why are you letting go of the field?

If I slap him, he'll get dust or something, and it's like he's no longer full of garbage, but why hasn't anyone noticed?

I wonder if that, the fiction is so good.

No, I'm angry - I don't know what to do. I want to be full bogged down.

He asked me to assassinate him, but maybe that doesn't make sense, and then I can only go through it again.

Perhaps no one will believe that they have publicly announced that they are doing so many bad things.

It's completely packed.

I thought about it for a second, but I only came to the conclusion that the status quo was maintained.

Now, we can still do nothing, but we can still do something useful, so let Hidden explore everything.

Anyway, what I found out was that they were enemies?

Other than that, some of the people who were gathered at that venue had information about who they felt smelly or something like that.

This will also help in the future, so I'm just going to look through it.

Ugh, and exhale small, rolling the paperwork to the next page.

Um, uh, is this a progress report on Mr. Hagechira's dragon eggs?

Something tells me a box with egg-like objects showed signs of being carried out somewhere.

They will continue to investigate and raise the report as soon as they know the details.

...... Baldy bastard. Seriously, I wonder if you could weigh yourself in.

But he has no idea what the hell he wants to do.

Well, I can't help but think about it, and no, let's leave it here, too, let it go.

Sir, I have a report for you.

"Alfredo or what"

Respond lightly to the butler who appeared without sound, behaving as if it were a matter of course that was nothing.

I'm used to something, but I usually freak out, so I think you should stop that, me.

... I feel like I think about this every time, I guess it's my fault.

"It seems that the inhabitants of the city stood in the church."

But with your butler's report like that, your thoughts just flew away somewhere.

What? Huh? What? Why?

Sorry, something suddenly passes and I can't follow you.

Case, I mean, robbery?

Oh, it's called hijacking, you know.

"......... any demands?

"There's nothing wrong with us, so don't punish us."

Yeah, yeah?

"Hmm, I don't know... what did they do?

"Many fears seem to be the ones who threw stones at your husband's carriage."

Oh, I see. Actions to avoid punishment for stone throwing.

Oh, come on.

... something like that.

I thought you were so stupid, but you had a mind to think about that.

I'm still retarded because I don't seem to be aware of what's going on or what I've done.

...... yeah, it's hard...

'Cause you're not extra guilty?, that.

It's a mystery why I bothered to do something to make things worse.

If the bird doesn't ring, what the hell, I forgot.

Anyway, that's it.

...... I'll never put it in my mouth because you'll find out how retarded I am.

I'll only talk when it looks okay!

Otherwise it would be dangerous!!

Respond like whining while not turning your gaze to the butler, as usual, with an attitude that it's nothing.

"...... Hmm, throw it away"

Then I felt a slight sign of surprise from the butler.

"May I?, there is a risk of rebellion as it stands..."

"But if nothing happens, there's nothing we can do."

This one answers the sober question calmly and faintly.

It may not be a good idea to get around to the back at a time like this, but it's not like they're taking hostages, and most importantly, it's not like they're taking control of people who haven't done anything.

'Cause it's not that it's still harmful to the people of the city, or that something's wrong.

Anyway, unless it becomes something case-by-case, noble I cannot move.

I mean, even if we act first, I don't know what to do.

In short, it's packed.

No, me too, it's too late for a case, I guess, but what's the right thing to do?

I don't know. Yeah. Trouble.

"... well, I'm sorry, I told you I was out of town."

"Never mind, but if you need anything, report it."

"Ha, I'm awed"

With the butler's compliments sidelined, I stuck a report from Mr. Hidden into my desk drawer.

Then, just a little bit on the paperwork that was getting smaller and smaller at some point, I look through, feeling a rather unpleasant feeling there.

This hunch would be anxiety about getting into a situation where there is nothing to do.

Because I didn't have to think about it.

Ignoring that hunch, I opened the lid of the ink kettle and then took the blade pen, and I started doing the recalculation, as usual, while sticking the tip of the pen into the ink kettle.

And it came to pass a few hours after the men of the city had gathered, and stood in the church, that they had thrown things into the carriage of their lords.

However, no matter how long I waited, no change ever came, and a few of them finally went to the Lordship Hall.

I guess we could have imagined how many unschooled inhabitants would say that the consequences of their return would determine the future.

There was no one to talk to, and the chapel, where only time went by, was somewhat surrounded by unusual tensions.

To dispel such air, one man drank at once the cup of water that had been placed on his desk, and placed the cup at his desk, which was the belongings of someone brought in as necessary when standing up, making the dry noise of kan.

Back in his early twenties, he was a dull blonde.

The man, who confirmed that his attention had been drawn to nature and himself, had a lowly grin as if to make a fool of him.

"Lords, aren't you in such a hurry by now?

"... well, I guess it depends on prestige."

Somewhere surprisingly half a laugh replied, as the man fished, a man with brown hair in his late twenties.

Was the response satisfying to the man, he laughs as he behaves somewhere grandiose?

"Right!? I can't believe you're standing up! No hands, no legs! Like?"

"Ha, no!

"Even we can't just keep being robbed forever!

"Yes, they do!

They laughed with a grin on their faces that offended the beholder, as if they had mixed up mockery, insult, disgust, and everything to make a smile.

Guerra Guerra and their appearance as they continue to mock each other without contents, with only a hustle and bustle without goods, will seem foolish to the extent that they want to hold their heads if they see a mattomo who knows the truth.

They who do not know say Buddha, but do not resemble Buddha, may be closer, in terms of stupidity, to a lad who reads the sutra one way or another he does not learn.

Is it possible that the most horrible thing is that there is only one human being who created these fools gathered here?

By the way, the tension himself was taking the boy out to call the people of the city to evacuate to the church with a thick exterior surface of a gentle and intimate priest.

By now, the lords will be on their side, bragging that they may threaten the peace of the people of the city.

At that time, a number of people who had come in from the back door or from the back door of the chapel to the Lordship Hall showed up.

But whoever noticed that their faces were full of confusion for some reason was not one of them on the spot.

With a humble grin, they were still able to notice their presence.

A dull blonde man, speaks up.

"Ooh! Tired,... so? How'd it go?

We finally narrowed down our words after the leading man repeatedly opened his mouth and closed to answer some carefully thrown questions to determine our future.

"No, that's..."

A dull blonde frowns at them for finally feeling uncomfortable with how badly their teeth are cut.

"Oh, my God, is something wrong?

"...... nothing"

I couldn't understand the words I immediately returned, and there was a barbaric voice.

"What?"

"What?

To the extra uncertainty of meaning, the voices of perplexity are raised by those other than men.

Again, the words said to them were incomprehensible.

"Something, do as you please," he said.

"Uh, why?

"No, I don't know."

Each leaned his neck and opened his mouth to make sure the dull blonde was sure as he uttered a strange voice.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Come on?"

But what came back was all sorts of answers that I didn't know what it meant.

Squeezing knowledge out of his unschooled head, the dull blonde thinks.

Even though there was no such thing, the man was the fastest spinning head among those on the spot, and he was acknowledged for his cleverness.

That's why I have to pull everyone away.

Under such will, he desperately thought.

Without knowing that I was the general of the controlled Monkey Mountain, I arrived at one wrong answer while remaining the wrong sensibility I received from the priest.

"Wait, isn't that some kind of trap?

The answer, I guess, was to the foolish ones, the Book of Heaven.

Nobility is evil.

That means the lord is evil, too.

They didn't question a single thought planted from childhood, and they all believed they were righteous.

"A trap!?

"I'm sure you are! They're gonna keep us off guard and set us up!

"Damn, what a coward...!"

It's too absurd a thought circuit, but there's nothing to question as one person, and they got excited.

"If we find out that's the case, we'll have to set up an operation somehow"

"When the priest returns, it's an ops meeting."

"Whoa!"

The eyes of the Virgin, the Brave, and the Goddess painted on the stained glass contain some pity to impress the beholder, but if someone were to see this sight at this time, they might have seemed pitiful of their stupidity.

In that position, whoever saw it, they were fools.

And no one knew about it.

After that, I was able to have dinner with Augusto's mother safely, but she thought I was Augusto's father, Mr. Clifford.

I don't know from words or deeds how much I don't know or don't want to know.

Something was already painful in my chest and it didn't get me into my mind what I ate, and I wasn't sure what it tasted like.

When I say treatment, it really hurts not knowing what to do.

I don't have any special effects, so I can't help it.

The old butler arranged an interview with your mother's attending teacher, so you'll find out more about the medical condition tomorrow.

I don't know if I should look into all this at once.

But I still think about territory.

Somehow, you're full of problems.

Well, that's why I really don't know what to do.

I know the bumps are coming around for what I was throwing round, but I want to escape.

I wonder if someone can help me. I don't think so. I can't do that.

I was recalculating calmly, and Fu and the butler showed up.

"...... Sir, please don't do your errands tomorrow and take a rest"

Wait, wait, something sudden.

"You want the day off?

"Sir, I have always seen you.

Yeah, sorry, listen to me?

"When will you be able to rest? I don't care how much you can't do."

"...... what are you trying to say"

"I don't mind in a day, go ahead, take a break"

But there's still work to be done.

"Please, rest."

Apparently, the butler doesn't have ears to listen to.

He's blocked me from talking, and I don't know what to say, he seems willing to give me a break, with or without me.

He smiles so scary, he's stuck with Nico.

I can't stand being here.

"...... That being said, come to the territory and rest immediately, etc."

"Word is, it's more unusual not to rest, sir"

I have work to do., I try to tell him in the dark, but he got embarrassed with a so scary smile.

How much the hell does he want to give me a break?

"... would have had plans tomorrow"

"You're going to see a doctor, and I'm aware of that.

But otherwise, with my full discretion, you will rest. "

I don't know what it is, but I was so assured it was kicking ass.

... Oh, is that a decision, is it?

I don't want to take a break, but he's got a quick day off tomorrow.

......... uh, can I just ignore it?