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

Leaving the beauty standing, I'm sitting in a chair like I always do at the executive desk, but I can't help it because I was actually great in my position.

I had a relationship with the doctor I hired and his employer.

I don't think they're sage or anything. You don't have a choice.

I want you to sit on the couch pretty soon, but I don't know how you're going to sit on it, so I'm going to go through it now. You have no choice!

I have too many scratches about things, I don't know what to scratch them from, but still, I'm going to try and sort out the information first, anyway.

Uh, I can guess from Mr. Augusto's too awesome specs as to whether or not this guy is really a sage, so you can see that there is no mistake.

Sage can detect other sage, so if it's not wrong, it's a prerequisite, but it's probably okay.

Above all, I don't even feel like this beauty in front of me is a person at stake.

I mean, I'm starting to feel like I might not be human.

It would be refreshing if I could change my appearance freely.

I don't know much about fantasy and I don't know it, so I can't keep up with understanding even if it's in the knowledge of other races and Mr. Augusto.

Can we go through, okay? I don't know anymore.

All right, let's think about something else.

Unless you're lying, I mean, this guy's Augusto's tutor, Julia's attending, Augusto's mother's attending, isn't that too much information?

If this is the dodgy part of my hand, or if I'm doing all sorts of things just to fool me, the question remains as to whether the existence of a deviant sage needs to be bothered with such a thing, so I think this is probably okay too. I don't know.

Therefore, the theory is that this person is an acquaintance of the previous emperor, that is, a friend of Augusto's father.

I don't know what kind of friend that is, because Mr. Augusto's father isn't here anymore.

I'm curious, because it's personal information and it will be private at the end of the day, so I think thru is the best solution.

Well, I'm going to break this off if I don't mind, too, and ask about other, carefree places.

"So, why did you look like that?

"Is this it? I wonder how many of these were in elementary school, I forgot, but my wife, no, my daughter...... 's friend, no, my sister? Well, it's someone I remember."

You don't even know who you are after all.

"It was too fascinating, she was! Here, look! Give me this limb!

"You're forgetting what kind of relationship you're talking about."

It's good to pose sexy, but is that okay with you?

"Ha ha! That's good. Come on! Only the earliest elementary school students know who this is!

Either you don't want to tell me, or you really forgot, or something, but it's an honest feeling that either is fine because it has nothing to do with me.

But I thought about it just a little bit because it is also an alley to keep it in my mouth.

"Does that mean that the teacher has existed for so long?

In the meantime, if you throw a hard question at me, the amorphous sage answered me laughing happily.

"Right! I don't know much about it since I've had trouble counting my age!

"How many years, roughly?

"Yes! After counting the thousand, I got into trouble from around here, so I had no choice!

No, it's too much trouble, how much?

I know how you feel, though, don't I?

I'm going to be one day, too.

That, I don't know what to do, I only have a feeling it will.

I'm not going to forget Mr. Augusto's specs because they're too high-performance for nothing, and I know they count unconsciously, but I think it's definitely going to be a hassle.

Yeah, even if I think about it, I don't seem to be kidding, so let's just say we get back to the subject.

"Hmm, so can I ask what it is like to be what it is?

"I'm glad you're so interested in elementary school."

Ugh, even though she smiled like a beautiful woman, the only thing that got me was plain frustration. I don't know what it is. I want to be so shitty about this.

"If you can, I don't want you to tear it up."

"That being said, don't you think you can't answer what you don't remember?

Have you changed so much that you forgot who you are? Yabba.

"Well, the race is"

"Well, I don't know what it was, but I can't remember how many times my memory has multiplied due to God's extraction, but I'm going to spend more time than that."

"...... I see"

"It's as clear as the last 500 years."

No, I think that's a bad enough memory, too.

Well, even if I pry into the details, either I forgot this, or I don't want to tell you, so I'm going to go through it.

And purely annoying.

What do you know about this guy?

Sage, age unknown, gender unknown, original appearance unknown, purpose unknown......, eh, what to do, all I know is that you're awfully suspicious......

"So, didn't you want to ask the elementary school students something?

"Right."

I nodded to Eagle Deep because I was prompted, and then I think quietly.

What was that?

No, 'cause you're getting too much information to know. You can't help it. Absolutely.

"Well, you have an idea, don't you, sir, about your mother?

I finally remember because the amorphous sage said it off with a slightly angry Doya face, thank you.

Yeah, no, that's why I tried to meet this guy.

Really, the character was already too thick for me and I lost my memory. Seriously, what are you doing to me, this guy?

Oh, this guy's not bad, it's me.

Well, it's safe because you're not putting it in your mouth, okay?

"If you know what I mean, can you explain?

"Ha ha! Don't rush, read this medical record first."

An amorphous sage, who laughed lavishly, stuck his hand in the valley of his own chest.

I have no idea how the hell she put it in, but she takes the medical records out of it and puts them on the table.

It should be noted that when I took it out, the big boobs wobbled, but I would like to report that it was a little disgusting because it was too prumpy.

I used to have that, but I can't tell you how sick I felt when I saw it from the side.

No, it could simply be due to the proprietor's qualities or something like that.

But even though I worked so hard to be an actress, all the models and gravure shooting offers were coming because of that wasted, fat milk.

I had a thin idea, but now that I think about it, is it definite?

I wasn't proud of it, I even used everything as a weapon, but maybe it was an obstacle in my profession as an actor acting.

Thinking about it, it was a really difficult world with the entertainment industry, and I took the medical records in my hand, smugly.

"It describes the symptoms of Sir's mother and the treatment records to this day."

Inspired by the words of the indeterminate sage, he glances at the medical record as he corrects his posture at the executive desk, in Mr. Augusto's favorite chair.

I don't think I understand because I'm not a medical professional, but I don't know if it should be Mr. Augusto's specs, but it was crisp enough to go on reading.

If I were to briefly explain, would Mr. Augusto's mother be the closest disease to dementia in modern times?

Here, they have the name "Scientia Cursus”, which I have no idea. What the hell is that?

"Scientia with this sick name means knowledge in ancient languages, and Curse means doom, or curse, don't you think that's a pretty naughty name?

No, one way or the other, I feel like a middle school student thought about it and I'm muzzled.

Later. Why, Curse? Not good in Curse?

Well, no, I don't.

"Is there a cure for this more than that?"

"Don't get along, okay.

Well, there's no special effects, but it's not like they'll ever heal. "

"Hmm, what do you mean?"

I think it would be incurable if there weren't any special effects, but what do you mean, there's a cure?

You mean, other than drugs, you can cure it?

"The disease is said to develop due to a defect in the memory in the head."

I'll think about it a lot, but I don't know. Leave me alone, the amorphous sage started explaining it to me with a doya face, so thank you for listening.

I mean, if we can do something about this place, it'll heal.

Yeah, that's an inclusive way of putting it.

"... there's a way."

"Well, it's not very realistic, but there's a way."

"Hmm."

What kind of unrealistic way is that?

I can't imagine it at all. Can anyone tell this?

I can't imagine it at all because you're not very smart.

Shall I say something? Oh, but are you persistent? Then forget it.

Having given up thinking about it instantly, I decided to wait for the explanations of Mr. Irregular Sage.

"First you cut your head open, drill a hole in your bone, and if there's a cause, you can remove it"

No, it's just a removal surgery. Stop.

I rather think this is super-realistic, but why is this unrealistic?

"But this method is flawed."

Flashbacks with the word flashbacks were healthcare news and document shows seen in modern Japan.

"Well, it doesn't make sense if the cause isn't."

When I put my thoughts neatly and teased my mouth, I heard a more calm voice than I imagined.

Though I thought it might be a little cold, I give up deciding that this must be Mr. Augusto's standard gear.

I'm not thinking about that right now, so I'm going to put my thoughts back and think calmly.

First of all, if it's what I thought it would be, it would certainly make no sense to operate.

I couldn't get rid of all the cancer because of the bad place, it was also a drama, and some people died because of everything.

Even I remember, so maybe there are a lot of similar things here.

That's how I was convinced by myself that the indefinite sage of the day shook his head (wearing it) to deny it.

"Well, that might be possible, but the biggest problem is I don't know if I'll be able to wake up properly after doing the work."

"Hmm."

"Whatever you're doing, you're chopping up your head, you can't predict what's going to happen, that's why I said it's not a realistic way."

It was simply a matter of technical competence.

Now I realize it, but if you ask me, it certainly is.

I don't care what you think about doing the same level of surgery in this world as modern Japan.

I was saddened by Julia's inability to cure all the illnesses in this world, no matter how much magic she had.

It looks like you can do anything, but there are things you can't do.

In fact, Mr. Julia's illness was a curse, so I couldn't cure it, but I'm sure there are other illnesses that I can't cure.

After thinking about it, I realized that there was one strange thing.

"I need to confirm something."

"What?

"Did you know what caused Julia's illness?

Because I didn't think this guy in front of me, who was a sage and had enough skill to live as a doctor, didn't know that, the inquiry.

That turned into certainty with our troubled smile.

She slowly looked up to the ceiling, slightly out of sight of me, and began to speak as she exhaled her breath small.

"............ Oh, I knew it.

I cut open the body of a patient with Dead Tree Disease and made sure what the pathogen was.

If they asked, I was going to answer.

She closes her eyelids as she continues to do so in a scratchy voice.

"It's a really nasty curse, and it's not going to cure you just by removing the stones you've made."

"... why leave me alone knowing the cause?

I felt so angry for a moment that I was going to yell at her, but I realized it was like an irresistible nasty feeling from her in front of me, and I enjoyed it a lot.

In response to such an inquiry of mine, she quietly opened her lid and then sat doggedly on the couch nearby.

The slightly abusive method caused the big milk to shake up and down in vain, but the air was nervous to such an extent that it did not matter.

After a brief silence, with a faded expression of emotion, she shrugged.

"It doesn't come from nothing."

The voice was pale, but accompanied by subtle emotions like sadness.

"For elementary school students, the purifying magic of light attributes could not be used"

No facial expressions.

But that was a face I had seen somewhere.

An indescribable expression that looks like a noble face, just a little, even with a slight grin.

What the hell do doctors think when they know how to cure it but they can't do it?

I can't guess that.

I'm not a doctor, I'm not a party.

But I understand what that means.

"...... well"

"I wanted to save you if I could, because Julia was a friend to the elementary school students."

With an ironic grin, she mocks herself.

If I traced my memory, it reminded me of how I was flying around desperately to find out what Deadwood disease looked like.

And notice.

to that person in the past and her similarities in front of her.

The letters on the medical record, the color of the eyes, the figure and everything are completely different, but only one thing remains the same.

“Thoughts."

Straight, honest, transparent thoughts.

The attitude that pushes for purpose is exactly the same as thought and action.

Her face facing people more seriously than anyone else looked very dazzling.

I think I envy that freedom, and I get out of sight.

Can I live like that, too?

I moaned in my mind blurry, then laughed off.

If you want to live, you can live, but what are you so weak about?

I'm me, and I know it's nothing more or less, but I look like an idiot.

I don't know what to do with the lawn next door, so, you know, it's that kind of thing. Yeah.

Can you really do something about ruining it yourself even though we're serious about it?

Even though I was disappointed in myself, a legitimate question arose, so I decided to ask.

"...... to other sage men?

Then she raises her hand lightly and tries to flicker, then tells her pale.

"Only one of the wise men can use the purifying magic of light attributes."

At the next moment, her atmosphere, which was making her sad, changed.

"I hate humans, Elf King"

The words emanating from her are the lowest voices I've ever heard, and there are resentful emotions, I can't go about the extra changes that are too abrupt, I'm just confused.

"I convinced him, but he didn't make it."

------------That's what I mean, I guess that's what it is.

I could imagine what happened because it was in Mr. Auguste's knowledge, thankfully, of what kind of an elf was.

What do long-lived people who hate change because of bigotry think?

Life that would have been saved disappeared because of prejudice and discrimination and then vanity that wouldn't even be fertilizer.

There must have been something I could have done, even though I had all the talent.

How thoughtless.

I could only guess what I was going to do at the time from what she had said earlier, but I could only understand that this man was doing his best.

"I hate elves because of you!

Until then, there was no prejudice! and laughing like trouble, the teacher sleeps on his back on the couch.

"...... that's an odd encounter Doctor, I hate elves now too"

Something's gone wrong, it's wasted.

Maybe that happened for some reason on the elf side as well, but even so, my anger was terrible, and I said it with all my heart, but I had no regrets at all.

"You will. You will! Those over-conscious root-darkers of the cord bend of the Tang Dynasty Wood!

The evil spitting teacher's eyes are serious on the back of his back when it comes to the lightness of the tone.

You can't sit on your stomach much longer, you have terrible frown wrinkles.

I'm sorry to remind you of your unpleasant memories, but I didn't like what you didn't know, so I hope you have no choice.

There are only a lot of scratches, and there are a lot of things that I have no idea, so I might be your partner.

In my mind, I am frustrated that I really don't understand the translation of things.

But there would be no point in running out of bees here, so I breathed through my nose and spit it out of my mouth to calm down a little bit.

I began by confronting reality, listening to the subtleties of the voice and breath, like other human resources.