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

It was one afternoon that I heard that my father regained consciousness.

My father is the nobleman of the Duke, second only to the King.

And use that position and fatten your personal belly so no one can tell, you shitty man.

Unnecessarily collecting taxes from the inhabitants, wasting them using that blood tax, the ugly, fat figure was like a livestock.

When I realized the fact that I was backing Count Rhodriers, who had no enemies for the country, I even sprung up a willingness to kill him.

Why is such a man a father while he is the head of the prestigious Verstein family as a knight protecting the country?

My father wasn't that kind of man when I found out.

Strong, noble, intelligent, brighter than anyone else.

It's something I admired for its appearance and worked out desperately to be a knight.

But my father has changed since my mother died.

While I was young in the beginning, I also called desperately with all my heart to get it back.

But as time went on, the feeling gave up, and at the end of the day it became disgusting.

My voice didn't reach my father.

A month ago, when I heard that such a man had fallen ill, I was so neglected that I thought that this would finally allow him to go to my mother.

Such a father seems to have died.

He was my son for once, and I never even went to visit him for the past month, so when I decided I had to do enough to show my face, I headed to the mansion with those legs where the Knights had finished their work.

When I arrived at the mansion, I felt like the atmosphere was different.

But I didn't know what the difference was.

At that time, not deeply concerned, he asked Alfredo, his father's butler, to follow up his visit with his father.

And it was the study that guided me.

I wonder what the hell that stupid man is doing in his study.

That was the only time they thought of it that way.

At the end of the open door, he was a little older than his longing father, who was in his memory.

It's not like I'm stirring up that disgust that was ugly and relaxed in the meat.

Rather, it stood refined to such an extent that I could never imagine it would have looked like that.

He has blue silver hair all-back in calm blue based aristocratic clothing, with a book in his hand, looking at me.

I never had a chance to know what the hell had happened during the month, but I did have a goal there when I was little, my father was there.

"... father."

"Mikaelis, huh"

With my voice calling out loudly, my own consciousness returns to reality.

What the hell are you scared of? I don't know if the contents are as intelligent as they were at the time when they changed.

"I'm home now"

"Right."

From nervousness, I notice that my heart is moving at a rate that is like an early bell.

To the quiet attitude of my father in front of me, I was just desperate to hide the upset.

"First of all, we would like to thank you for your recovery"

"Right."

That's all.

That's all, but I'm about to be crushed by the pressure.

Usually, an angry aversion flew in like I made a fool of myself and I said I was reluctant to answer to it.

...... Yes! What are you atrophying, I am!

"... Father"

"What?"

When I never spoke my mind, my icey pale eyes stared back at me

I almost think back to my childhood and desperately turn my consciousness to reality.

No, you can't.

No matter how much you look back in time, I'm that stupid guy.

Do you have anything to say to me?

Staring, I tell you.

And that man, who would normally speak ill-described tantrums and disgust, calmly opened his mouth to my thoughts elsewhere.

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

Arms up quietly looking down at me, urging ahead.

Unusual, nostalgic voice.

But don't be fooled.

Believe me, I'm the one to be discouraged.

Desperately, I glanced at the man in front of me as I called to myself that way.

"... it was done to Count Rhodriers, about the support."

That's what I tell you.

"... weren't you focusing on the Knights?

Usually here, it was routine to call out that it had nothing to do with you, or to make an extra statement, etc., but all I got back was those quiet words.

I wouldn't say this without my father's support for the enemies of my country.

"I see."

My father never got angry with my words, he just nodded as he was convinced somewhere.

...... What the hell is this change?

I can't read. I don't understand the depth of this man.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Mikaelis"

The man in front of me prompted me to calm down by calling my name, as I was in a hurry and almost absurd my voice without a pattern.

... Isn't this the opposite of usual?

"...... what is it"

Return the words with flashness.

Then the man in front of him opened his mouth calmly, and somewhere suspiciously.

"Now what are you talking about?

It was a shock, to the illusion that he might have been hit in the head.

Now more.

Yes, certainly not now.

I've complained before.

This will be the second time in the matter of the Count.

But what else would I have done so far?

Nothing, I didn't.

I didn't.

I didn't even try, I didn't.

When I was made aware of it, the emotions that struck me were remorse and sorrow.

And even the fact that I didn't want to notice, I noticed.

I didn't give up.

He was running away.

I understood that my father had changed and that my voice would not reach me, but I didn't want to admit it, so...

He justified himself by loathing his father and was spoiling himself.

Unfortunately, he was unconscious until he pointed it out to him.

I am angry at my immaturity, and even disappointment strikes this self.

... but if, if you still can make it.

"Oh, sure, you won't have the right to say this to me, who's been left alone with all the Knights....... but...!"

By clenching his fist for a long time, he managed to control his emotions, while continuing his words.

"Today is the day I want you to say it! Why did you do that?

I want to know.

This man's, my father's, profound.

When I stare at the man in front of me, I notice him staring back quietly.

Blank time I felt instantly and forever for how long I had done so.

Second, a man opened his mouth.

"Well, there was no point in worrying about that little thing."

"Nah...!"

My head is covered in confusion by words that are too unexpected.

What the hell do you mean, everything was calculated?

But it can't be, then, what the hell was that foolish father until now?

With me on my ass desperately trying to contain the confusion, my father, uh, shrugged small.

"... no, did it make sense,"

The expression looked sad somewhere.

"Father?

At my call, my father's gaze, which was only slightly off, is returned to me.

"Mikaelis, what kind of mother was Julia to you?

"... what, abruptly"

Why all of a sudden, it's about my dead mother?

staring suspiciously at my father's expression, my father, groaning, laughing

"... to me, she was the sun, everything"

The figure of my uncut, sad, and, nostalgic, smiling father.

"It didn't matter, such as the country. I don't care if you throw everything away."

It was made to understand that the word was all for a reason.

"... no way, that's all you do."

Did my father love my mother so much?

So you're telling me you've been doing everything to turn your country against your enemies?

"I was just abandoning myself."

That said, as I mock myself, let my father mock.

My father, since my mother died, has changed.

It was also a well-known fact that my father loved my mother.

But that means that because I loved my mother too much, I couldn't accept the sad reality, and as a result, it just turned out to be.

Every day my father struggled with unimaginable grief.

I didn't even try to understand my father.

"... let me ask you again, what kind of mother was she to you?

Asked again, my chest hurts.

I have no experience of meeting or making love to a woman who seems like everything to me.

Therefore, I can barely understand my father's feelings, but at the time, I remember seeing two people who seemed very happy every day.

"Mind, it was when it came with me, so... I don't have much memory...

But I thought she was kind, intelligent,... worthy of being the Duchess,... beautiful, beautiful, like my mother's book. "

The figure of a mother smiling adorably and a father who sees such a mother and loosens her face, which was always cold, happily, passes behind her brain.

I really liked seeing the two of them like that.

I was telling my samurai and nanny that one day I would become like my father and wife a woman like my mother, too.

Woohoo, maybe I was just being obstinate the whole time.

My mother died, and my father stopped looking at me, not at all.

It was sad that my mother died, but such a father's appearance would have felt like a chase to me as a young man.

I wonder, therefore, if I have defended my own heart by loathing my father like that.

"... well."

My father shrugged as he was convinced by my words.

And very sad, let's laugh.

"I was about to destroy everything she loved"

Woohoo, this guy, he's not that stupid guy anymore.

"You'll never be forgiven."

I admired and followed my back, my father.

"Father..."

I almost burst into tears at the appearance of my father.

My father's gaze, which was off me, is directed at me.

"Mikaelis, you're free now."

"What do you mean?"

The quietly spoken words of my father.

I don't know what it means or what it means, and I get confused and wrinkled between nature and my brows.

"I became a wise man. So you don't have to inherit the housekeeper anymore.

But if you want to succeed the housekeeper, I'll be happy to back off. "

"Nah...!"

At the same time I understood my father's words, I was stunned.

Father, what the hell is this man saying?

"Everything, it's your freedom.

Father's words like that are told with the look of everything giving up.

As soon as, at once, blood rose on my head.

"I don't want you to say anything unsolicited!

It's on its own.

This guy is really selfish!

"You're telling me to break it myself, leave it to me, and throw it out again, while I keep it doomed!

Are you going to give up everything and even hide?

Don't be ridiculous, I won't let that happen.

"... the people will not forgive me"

"You say what a thing like that is!

"... michaelis"

My father calls me by my name with a troubled look.

It will certainly not be easy to regain trust from the people.

But.

"When I was a little girl, you weren't that small that I admired, chased my back, and watched!

A noble, upright, more noble than anyone, proud father.

"...... but you, too, would resent me"

"Yes! I resented, hated, and scorned! But that's not you, Father!

How can I hate my original father, who regained himself, unlike a month ago?

"......... seriously, are you saying"

"I mean it!

That's what I say, staring at my father as I stare at him, and praying that my earnestness will be conveyed.

Then my father quietly opened his mouth again, staring at me.

"I don't know when or what will happen again."

I've been made to understand that my father is not the perfect person in the last 12 years.

But now my father cares about me.

He doesn't want to bother his son any more, even though he fights his anxiety that he might go back to normal again.

I felt the back of my chest warm to the feelings of that father.

"Then I'll support you, because I've worked hard for it since I was a little girl!

I look to my father as I clench my fist all the time and push it against my chest.

"If you're about to go the wrong way, now it's time for me, my son, to stop you! I'm not a helpless child anymore, Father!

When I said so, my father only smiled a little like trouble after a slightly surprised look.