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

Augusto Verstein.

The man, who was given life by the only Duke family in the Kingdom of Renamilia, and who should have been promised future success due to his high magic power and sloppy fighting sense, became foolish due to the death of his wife.

That's a well-known fact among survivors from twelve years ago.

But no one knows that the Duke has been ordained to be so by the absolute presence of God.

Character in a certain role-playing game that was scorned and ridiculed as a biting pig.

Sometimes in the game he appeared as an enemy, so he needed to be able to stand up to the brave and the Virgin to a certain extent, so he was adjusted to be quite powerful.

By the time Cristia Lowrist turns seventeen, she can no longer fix it and will have to be executed or buried in the dark, so that she can be a fool.

But neither in the game, nor in the configuration data set, does it emerge in any way, such as the Duke's past or birth.

None of the producers was there to set it up in detail.

I thought it only came out a little bit in the story, scratching around in vain to save player Hate and eventually being crushed by brave men and Virgin, just for that, a character with no contents.

Without choice, God decided to define his destiny appropriately.

But this world is not the same as the game, although it is based on a certain role-playing game and makes it look like that world.

The character of the game, the Duke of Augusto Verstein, and the Duke of Augusto Verstein of God's made world, are just completely different people, who similarized their position to the same name.

Not particularly because I was guessing, but because of the unfamiliar characters I disliked on the contrary, various irregularities occurred as a result.

You can't make a duke that retarded when you're in a position,

It's not going to twist like this, and what am I going to do?

Um, human beings would be mostly foolish if something hard happened, so let's make sure my wife dies.

That'll get you close to the game!

Must that be a little weak soul?

Oh, speaking of which, were you an understander before you became Kristia's trauma?

Then you have to be somewhat insane, it's a pain in the ass.

I also have to make it Kristia's trauma, and I guess I should let it serve with poison at this time and get my head weird all at once.

Oh, it's so annoying, fine details are appropriate.

That is how he grew up so well against the thought of God that he was made destiny by that God and became a distorted being full of contradictions.

A weak soul, untouched by tough flesh.

That's why he couldn't accept destiny.

He was weak enough to exceed God's expectations.

One day, twelve years after losing his wife, he accepted the poison he had served and died just to match his destiny with that of the game.

God noticed a soul named Yoko Takada when he thought he had to trade it for a stronger soul.

She is strong enough to die and remain in this world and remain the same as before.

The dead human soul enters the circle.

It was a matter of determination in this world controlled by God.

Currently, Augusto Verstein's soul is also in there to prepare for the afterlife.

Its preparation is the purification of life up to that point inscribed on the soul.

It was called rebirth in this world under God's jurisdiction to forget everything and to be a whole lot of babies.

Those with memories of previous life are often untrained or shocked beyond purification at this time, or souls deliberately left with memories due to divine extraction.

Now, when it comes to Yoko Takada, he is a lost soul in the circle of the circle, and therefore his memory and senses remain the same when he dies.

At the end of the sentence, he was not made to reincarnate anew in this world as a baby, but was subjected to the flesh of someone else who was completely red, but also mature.

It is normal in this world for the flesh to react to rejection if it is meant to be, and consequently for the soul not to settle and, worst of all, to be undead.

There can be no miracle of resuscitation.

Except by divine extraction.

I guess that's because it falls within the logic of the world.

That's what it's supposed to be (...).

Until now, the existence of a wise man has been created by divine exploitation.

Therefore, she was incorporated into the rationale.

As Augusto Verstein, the new sage of this world, with the soul of a tough woman, in the flesh of a tough man.

God is the one who presides over all the backbones, absolutely immutable.

That is why every single step of it changes the destiny of vulnerable people.

And God laughs.

Really pleasant, with an innocent smile on her face, looking at her fleshy, overtough flesh received at the heart of God's interest: herself.

mourning, grieving, angry, nostalgic for the past, and smiling, seeing Augusto Verstein and her cursing the fate of her wife Julia, as if she were a child looking at a beautiful bird in a bird cage.

If I told you that when you're a sage, you'll have at least five times as many abilities, but you're ninety-nine times as good, would you be mad at her?

In a space like the confines of space-time where no one was present, dull, a laugh sounded like a little child.

Things in my stomach refluxed and the bitter taste spread in my mouth.

I've come to the back of my throat. I can't help but swallow it.

Desperately fighting nausea, I kept scanning her lying down, like burning her in the back of my brain.

That's how I understood it, Julia, no matter how many times I made sure.

She was pregnant.

That fact is sad, angry, and hard.

My body is no longer there, and Mr. Augusto's memory is on his head because it is his body.

I mean, Julia was extra hard because the perception that she was important to me, too, was as clear as an illusion.

Sure, it was weird when I thought about it again.

Mr. Julia is Mr. Augusto's wife, which means, Duchess.

He is the wife of the second greatest man in the country.

In this country, the higher the total amount of magic, the better.

I don't think Julia's total magic power, which was an introduction from Mr. Augusto's father, is low.

That means that even she was doing herself protection and all sorts of other things to avoid Augusto's weakness.

To marry the Duke of Verstein's house, besides high upbringing, it took a lot of strength.

In Augusto's knowledge, Julia was specializing in magic and studying for Augusto.

Because I'm a woman, I guess I couldn't be as good at swordsmanship as a warrior.

By the time she became Duchess as a result, the reason she was cursed, even though she was in a position to even fight one end of the wizard.

I can't believe that's because I was pregnant.

When the tears are zero, they fall to the floor and freeze with a tingle and a small noise.

All I could do was breathe in and throw up.

When you become a pregnant woman, women have reduced immune function.

In this world, magic resistance may also decrease.

But, because, no matter how much, this is not there.

Too, miserable.

Was she aware?

A little life has become a demonic stone that erodes itself by a curse.

I don't know what she actually thought because I don't think I can peek into Julia's memory.

But if you can, please, shouldn't you want the pregnancy to pass away without even realizing it?

My head was going to flake at the fact that I had not even been accepted for my death, but knew it as if it were tatami.

But it was true that the calm self in the corner of my head made me nauseous when the stress reached its limit. I was able to calm down just a little bit because I thought about things that were out of place.

When I settled down that way, the next thought was something else.

I know this is also an escape to reduce stress, but I'm going to try not to worry about it now.

─ ─ ─...... Because this curse was considered an infectious disease at the time, medicines produced from the roots of yadrigi, which were specially processed in neighbouring countries, were needed.

Maybe, but this machining is like marking to discern the temper on which this curse was based.

Because temper is being used, it can only be cured by the purifying magic of light attributes. If this medicine is used, it simply has the effect of stopping the activation of the curse.

Still, at the time, this medicine was hope itself.

Perhaps that was a well-known fact because the memory Mr. Augusto was about to take a leap and get was long overdue.

But that's when I realized I was losing my mind.

I felt that the anticipation was strangely alarming, either from Mr. Augusto's overly sharp inquiry.

It can only be cured by light magic.

That is.

The survivors of this country twelve years ago may still have less than a certain amount of temper in their bodies.

...... I felt like I was sweating weird.

I tried to put my hand on my forehead as I wiped my tears with my hands, but there was no moisture, but my heart felt like it was making an unpleasant noise.

The chi that would have been in Mr. Augusto's body had disappeared because he had become a wise man.

But what the hell is happening to people other than Mr. Augusto right now?

And how many people reside in that body a curse that may never be activated?

I worked out magic to make sure what happened at the time, thinking that it would be nice if this was just a delusion to the terrible imagination.

It's called magic full of power in your body. How can you do that, without knowing how it works, understand, and expand.

From a vain and precise map in his head, he set his aim on a presence and delivered sound through magic.

The image is of a phone call.

"Lord Spirit of the Water, can you hear me?"

"...... Hmm? What's all the fuss, sage?

At the same time, I breathe a small breath to pronounce the next word, reassuring Rin's voice, which echoes in my ear, that it is good to be successful.

"I need to know for sure. I need your knowledge."

"Hmm?, don't be in a weird hurry..., and, what? Tell me."

Surprised somewhere, I was filled at this point with unscrupulous things about her that made me selfish but slightly irritated.

Still, I was trying to keep my emotions off the table, but apparently they were out.

You're still immature, and I felt both myself thinking calmly in the corner of my head and myself angry, in great haste and confusion, and I felt myself calmly grinning.

Twelve years ago.

She, the Spirit King of the Water, is an assertive inquiry that she cannot possibly not have grasped.

"Twelve years? What happened? '

"The water in my country would have been damaged."

For her, it must have been recent, so I thought about it and told her the specifics. As of that time, I felt the same anger from her signs as I did.

'I remember, that angry event!!

At that time, even the spirits were soiled, and all the people they liked died!

I was frightened when she yelled at me with a trembling voice.

I had no choice but to say that I felt someone's anger and that I had no clear intention of killing them.

Still, he spoke to her as if to let anger scold him for his weak self, frightened by the fear that he seemed to mourn.

"I'm sorry to remind you of your anger, but may I ask you a question?"

"...... whats up?, tell me. '

My anger hasn't healed, but my question may have bothered me.

With her voice, including anger, she asked me back, so I honestly uttered the word.

"Is filth still in people?"

"......... well, chi is what builds up, once incorporated, and will remain until it is purified."

You're not willing to hide your frustration, with a voice that knows exactly how tingly you look, and that answer came back.

Then I wonder where the chi that should have accumulated in Mr. Augusto has really gone.

That has raised such questions, but I shall leave them now.

"Then the water is"

"There's no way I'm going to leave it as it is forever, I asked the light to help me unwillingly, and I purified everything."

"...... well"

It's like a relief, but the fact that it's been corroborated, it hurts plain.

This pain is such a pain, like a broken heart.

But I had a headache because of the anger I was feeling more than that, and I could see the wrinkles leaning between me and my eyebrows.

I want to throw out both the various realities that I didn't even want to know and the many things that I have to think about.

But more than that, I can't forgive you.

A neighboring country spreading such a curse, a war.

I'm even pissed off at myself for thinking calmly that people can be so angry because my chest is no longer, I'm upset, I'm frustrated.

To the point where I thought I'd gone crazy, I was terribly angry.

'So? What are you not going to do?

I was terribly surprised for a moment by the sound of my voice and my body hardened.

It's actually my bad habit to get stiff when I'm surprised, but I'd really appreciate it if it worked in a good direction every time because of Mr. Augusto's appearance.

But I don't care now.

One thing, consciously breathing forced my mind to calm down, and then I opened my mouth again.

"What?

"Well, don't be so angry with me, there's no reason why I'm not going to do anything."

Although I was able to calm down calmly only because I tried my best, albeit inexorably, to ask back the words, I received a definite word back from her.

I think it's some terrible misunderstanding, but I guess it's my fault.

You're not gonna do anything right now?

'Cause I still can't move out of this territory, and there's more to think about than that, and more to do.

That's why I'm angry from the bottom of my heart.

Is that what you mean?

"...... What does it matter what I do, Lord Spirit King?

"It is decided that the concubine shall be the king of the Spirit, who shall preside over the waters and shall maintain the order of the world."

Something thorny came back with those words, and at the same time I was convinced they smelled a little annoying, too.

Still, there's no reason to say that, and it's not going to be a busy thing where I said it, so I'm going to return the words in a calm voice, as usual.

"... just investigate neighboring countries"

Actually, it's not what I do, but it's what I say in my decision because the most important thing I have to do is gather information.

It's only a prediction, and there may be other thoughts, but I only know that my neighbors are after this country.

I'm not very smart, but Mr. Augusto is a very smart man, so I could predict a lot of things with just a few thoughts.

I'm very grateful for that, but I didn't want to know, so it's kind of complicated.

... the worst thing you can think of from Mr. Augusto's knowledge is to be ravaged and destroyed at will by your neighbors.

The Chancellor is connected to his neighbour.

Assuming this is true, the neighboring countries are likely to be using that fucking jizz.

Jizzy is a jizzy, and I wonder if he uses neighboring countries to become one.

While using each other, Jijii was after royalty and so on. I wonder if neighboring countries are after fertile land because the land seems poor.

It's only a prediction, but it's possible.

So why are you leaving the curse on the people of this country?

What the hell is the reason why a bomb-like curse that can be activated at any given time is still not activated?

After all, I didn't have enough information.

"... Hmm, wondering what that country is going to do"

At that time, he fell into the illusion that time had stopped, only for a moment, in that cool voice that contained something heard from his ear.