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

"...... Demon Nation, Nero Sieges?"

Mouth the name of the kingdom that came to mind from the words of Mr. Spirit King, as if to repeat.

It is a country on the other continent across the sea from the Kingdom of Renamilia.

Even Augusto's knowledge suggests that it is a country without much interaction, but because it is a friendly country, ships sometimes come to this land.

Sometimes the land inhabited by a demonic race is a little scary from the people, but the quality of the traded goods is very good even if there is something long to live in on a rich country, and various items are traded at high prices as a result.

It is a mysterious country where the quality of textiles and works of art is very high.

I'm fantasy tone-deaf when they say Demon Nation, but I'm not sure what kind of people they are, so I only have that image like a foreigner such as the United States.

Mr. Hidden seems to be bleeding, but I've never actually seen one of those scales, so I don't know.

I worship strong people, and from what I've seen only such a secret, it just seemed like a personality.

"That land is deeply rooted in spiritual faith.

Therefore it is richer than any other place on this continent.

I guess I live in a lot of beautiful sub-people, and I'm willing to invade and enslave them. '

With a wrinkle between my beautiful eyebrows, I felt disgusted this way by the words of the disdainful emotional Spirit King, who remembered the filth and felt sick.

Yeah, what's so angry about that?

"I mean, are you going to use it as a stepping stone for this country?"

"Of course, as just a fabric stone, I suppose you're plotting the seizure of this country."

"So what's that curse?"

I tried to ask him to be sure, but he seemed like he made some kind of affirmation.

This is probably because it comes with a general imagination.

The Spirit King also has the expression that he just figured it out, so it is possible that he was caught, but let's leave it now.

"It would be one of the means to take over the country without distrusting foreign countries."

"Hmm, I see, but how are you going to explain the abrupt raids in the last war?"

I got a little irritated because it just sounded like a conversation with the intention of rubbing information together, or a brief confirmation.

Why is it such an atmosphere when we should be talking about something so important?

Guess me like that, Mr. Spirit King grins with a look that might even make him look like a little devil.

I thought you said it was one of the means, but you don't like the kid with the bad guy?

I'd be confused if a beautiful woman told me that!

Ahhh! Come on, me! Normal heart! Normal heart, good luck!

When I was forced into over-placed thinking, I fell into a strange sensation like the one I was seeing with my chilled eyes.

I wonder what you're doing to yourself.

"That was rude.

If so, can it be interpreted that everything was set up to cut national power?

"Yes, it is.

If we succeeded, we could take it as a defeated country, but I guess we didn't have to. "

You mean those war dead are abandoned pawns?

Also, it's like I assured you.

Somehow, but isn't this Mr. Augusto's habit when he talks?

That's what I feel, I don't know.

'That sounded unexpected, didn't it?

He didn't even think of sage as powerful by then.

They wasted their lives. "

"Well, I see... so that's why it still leaves the curse on the body of the people."

I'm going to put aside Mr. Augusto's habits at this time and gather some information.

The thought of neighboring countries would be to invade the demonic kingdom and finally gain fame for wealth and abundance of land.

I'm just saying the Devil Nation, and there are demons living there.

Neighbourhood is a country ruled by priests.

They seem to have an absolute religion of their own, an exclusive nation of human supremacy, and a tremendous sense of confrontation with the demonic kingdom.

You can check with Mr. Hidden later for reasons around here, or ask Mr. Spirit of the Wind or something.

Put that aside, it seems that the people in that country had only had one conversation with Mr. Augusto, but it sucked.

He was a narrow-minded man who said that he was poor and natural because he was a priest, and that he couldn't allow another country to be rich.

If all those people are there, if the land inhabited by the demons you're looking down on is richer than anywhere else, maybe you can't help but be angry.

But we need a reason to attack the demon kingdom.

Moreover, the kingdom of Renamilia is classified as a friend of the demonic kingdom in terms of trade, because it is a country across the street from the demonic kingdom.

Given that, is the reason for taking over this country a sacrifice to attack the demonic kingdom with dignity?

Cut national power with curses and wars and let it rot from within over time.

That fucking prime minister (Jijii) would be a pawn for that.

Then again, after spreading the same curse as an infectious disease, this time exterminating those who had previously survived and depopulating them, the neighbouring countries, like the Saviors, help and give thanks.

How much does it owe you to be irreversible?

For example, cure royal and aristocratic diseases miraculously or in such a way that all citizens are convinced.

That way, land and people can belong to themselves, not to take over the country from foreign countries, but for the just reason that they took it to save it from annihilation.

If you publish that all the curses were the work of the Demon Nation, it's done.

No, it's done.

You don't have to. No.

Besides, Mr. Augusto's too sharp an inquiry has almost pushed me to the right answer and my heartbeat, so seriously, I don't think I'm going to destroy my neighbor anymore.

Ha, I see,...... I have enough on my own, I'm fucking angry.

"... so nauseating, so ugly."

"Really, the spirits hate every piece of land."

I know how it feels.

'Cause I'm angry enough to be driven by the urge to blow up the whole thing.

"So, what do we do? Your bowels are boiling back, aren't they?

"If I can, I want to destroy you."

"What, you can't?

I'm sorry to hear that, but it's not that simple.

"You're a pain in the ass, and you need a reason to do it."

"It's hard to move without a big name."

"Absolutely, I agree"

Oh, my God, I crushed it!

I sanctioned him financially and destroyed him from the inside.

I have no idea how to do this!!

When I think about it, I know it's gonna come out so fucked up. Now's not the time, so please let me through.

"But you're not going to do anything, are you?

"Oh, first we have to wash out those connected to our neighbors and cut them off.

But there are things that need to be done before that. "

"Hmm, about this land?"

"You know something?

It's a pain in the ass, but I have to do something about it, and if you think about it, Mr. Spirit King apparently knows about the problems that are going on in Mr. Augusto's territory.

I thought you said there was almost nothing you didn't know.

I said it, but I want you to stop because I'm angry even if people were so proud of me for just watching.

Let me just say one thing.

Doya, don't look.

I have memories of my past life.

Because of this, it was easy to understand that I was in that situation of transworld-rebirth that was endemic in my lifetime.

That's me. In my lifetime, I was, well, a regular college student, as the world calls me.

I was a bit of a challenging nerd to get into a nerd circle in the form of being drawn to close friends despite leaving high school very normally, and eventually completely dyed and cut off.

I remember saying perm on brown hair and wayway with black edged glasses.

Memories of being called Prince of Others (laughs) and having a blast.

Yeah, it wasn't hot.

I'm just a little nerdy, maybe very normal, college student. Maybe.

I said it twice because it's important.

Because he thinks he's a regular college student.

Prejudice, maybe, but don't you assume that people who aren't normal are more normal about themselves?

I'm not sure I'm normal at all!

Anyway, I don't have that kind of normal confidence at all. I was relatively near the shallow water in the geek, but I mainly liked RPG-based games.

Amongst other things, I was hooked on RPGs that were famous enough to fit into five fingers.

For some reason now, I can't remember the title of the game that should have been famous.

But I remember the contents.

Even though Hard was a home console, the disc was four volumes, and I remember the contents of that divine game with various endings due to branching, as long as I played it.

I don't even remember when or how I died, and finally what a name I was, for some reason at all, but I must have forgotten it in a dead shock.

To be honest, I can't even remember a friendship, but there's nothing I can do that I can't remember.

But those memories of eating bugs were telling me.

This is, like, the world of a game.

I realized that when I had a foster parent who seemed to want to pull me off.

Nico smiled and looked like a good guy, but there's no way I didn't realize how frigid I was when I was a modern man who could read the air, and the moment I looked at him, I usually thought it was suspicious.

Because religion, mulch, call in, it looked just like the vibe of the guy doing it.

Well, leave that frigid foster thing alone now, more than that.

Until I decided to foster, I thought I was just reincarnated into a different world.

I think the most important reason is that I couldn't feel any of the elements of the game.

I'm a beautiful looking orphan with blue and purple eyes in Sarah's silver hair.

Parents are unknown, one day, a baby of a man who was abandoned by the church.

You will be handsome in the future.

When I was in the mood, were you about four or five years old?

Second, I recognized that I had memories of a previous life.

Reborn Cheat Kita...!!

Oh, my God, I was ecstatic like an asshole then.

If I was reincarnated, if I checked with Sister because I thought maybe it was a world where magic could be used, I would know, and after various trials and errors using my previous life's knowledge, a blue flame came out of my hand.

I don't think I can help but think it took me so long to get it out.

Anyway, there are many other orphans in the church than me.

In other words, there is little time for one person because it is a group life.

It's a group life where orphans take care of each other and are taken care of.

I had absolutely no time to train.

Sometimes my body is a child, and I go to sleep quickly at night.

So there's no way you can wake up in the middle of the night and train magic, fifteen minutes on a night when everyone's asleep, fifteen minutes until you're sleepy, and fifteen minutes in the morning when nobody's awake.

After seven years of being indispensable every day, it suddenly became possible one day.

Eleven or twelve, I mean, this year.

The biggest failure would have been finding the place where the fire was started by the fucking kid and the Sister letting him know.

Because of that, I heard you had a kid who could get a blue fire out!, and frigid foster parents appeared has-hushed.

I didn't care what you think about magical usable kids, because they're typical of bad guys, and I did it so that even training wouldn't be noticed, and this ruins it.

But when this happened, I had no choice but to use my previous life's knowledge and experience to do something about it, so for now, I was prepared to manage to live for the future.

I was desperate to live until then, and I didn't care about the economy or nobility at all.

It's just that, somehow, it's the level of civilization in the Middle Ages and around it - there was only so much recognition.

But now that I think about it, I wonder what I was doing.

"From today on you are Silva.

Silva Verstein, that's what you call it. "

It was a line of familiar names.

"I picked up a good kid who could get a blue fire out.

Now you can have fun and make money. "

Niyanya and a foster woman pulling my hand shrugged with a lowly grin.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?

"Oh, come on, keep it short."

"What's Verstein?

To my question, the woman looked troublesome and smashed her tongue, even as if it were natural.

"You don't know, you can't use it.

Look, Verstein is about the Duke of this country.

And your silver hair and blue fire will prove it.

"Of what?

Evidence that you are the Duke's concealer.

All sorts of thoughts raced through my head at the woman's words.

You're threatening the Duke to scare the money, in a blatant disgust.

The question that the Duke of Verstein is the same as the biting pig in that game and

No, the name Silva, the same squire that Kristia Tan was a deductive character in that game, that kind of flash.

I didn't really get a face with the mob, but I do feel like I had silver hair and blue eyes.

So I finally realized, slowly, that the name Renamilia in this country was the same as in that game country.

No, yeah, it's really late, isn't it?

But what choice do we have?

There's no way ordinary kids know that much about nobility, let alone orphans, is there?

Everyday life begins with cleaning the church, taking care of children, helping Sister, using it to procure ingredients, cooking, and then sleeping.

What can a child do?

Even if I wanted to gather information, I had no intention of getting involved with nobility, so I was passing through.

I mean, I didn't know and it was natural.

The timeline for that game is five years from now.

I could have predicted that if I thought I was that squire.

It was a deductive character, Countess Cristia Lowrist was almost the same age setting as her squire, Silva.

I liked that character as much as I memorized the introduction to the character in the instructions, he was certainly seventeen years old in the game.

And now I'm 11 or 12.

In five years' time, there will be a spiral of anger in this world.

That can't be helped anymore, so it's good now.

It's not as easy as I can handle.

It was more important than that that Cristia Tan was eleven or twelve years old, that, you know, he might be able to stop the Duke of the Bite Pig Bastard outrage.

Because of that duke, the adorable toddler, Christia Tan, became the puppet warlord of Leop's eyes.

The fact is in the game and becomes apparent in the story of the hero of the brave who entered Christian Tan's love route.

Many male players were knocked out by Kristia Tan, who gradually opened their minds.

In the meantime, one step ahead of becoming a lover, he tells me the truth, crying.

Do brave men really love me like this?

At the end of the explanation, the painful stills painting of Cristia Tan, crying and laughing, was already a tear gland collapse.

I'll kill your biting pig!! and with the intention of killing. It is something that went without hesitation down the road to the Duke's ruin.

That case should be this year if my knowledge isn't wrong.

I want to stop if I can make it.

It doesn't matter if she gets set up differently than the game.

'Cause she's a good toddler.

You shouldn't have trauma.

If it's true, it's my family. I should grow up muddy.

I made up my mind.

Cristia, save your ass, and we're gonna be in love! and.

The boy named Silva Verstein was supposed to appear in the game as Silva, a servant of Countess Cristia Lowrist.

He doesn't know.

That the Duke of Verstein has become a wise man and that there has not been an incident that was supposed to happen.

He doesn't know.

That my actions are meaningless and futile.

He doesn't know.

That I was “planted” with the memory of being a college student on Earth because of God's confusion.

And God watched him with a laugh as he began to act desperately.