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

Being able to know the truth is much better than being unknown, no matter how hard, painful it is.

If you don't know, people don't even think about what to do, not a millimeter.

I don't realize how important or important that is.

So I act to know.

Ego or hypocrisy, but that's not what I found out.

It's more sinful not to know.

I was running away.

I couldn't look directly at reality, and I've been pretending not to look at it.

I don't think that's a bad thing.

All I have is bitter, sad, impatient thoughts, but that's normal.

Remember from time to time, and I shall weep again.

But what does that mean?

Mr. Augusto isn't coming home, and I'm not going home.

Reality doesn't change anything.

If we don't act, nothing happens.

I'm not a fool. I'm not a negative person.

Oh, that was stupid. I forgot.

Like always, breathe in, puke.

And I changed my mind, like when I acted.

"... so let's get back to it, is there any safe way to cure your mother?

"Oh, oh, my lord must have changed his mind."

"I'm sorry about that"

Honestly apologizing, the teacher laughs happily like nothing, then gets up off the couch where he slept with an old, smelly hanging voice.

"Well, that was a safe way, of course."

Paying for the hair of a room hung on his shoulder with his hands was as good as looking like an international actress or even a top model.

With an invincible grin on his arms, the teacher, narrowing his eyes thinly, begins to speak with confidence.

"But I guess the problem is that it's unrealistic."

"... for once, let's hear it"

I went into a posture of listening lightly correctly, wondering what it was like as a doctor to speak in a confidently unrealistic way.

I need to hear everything and then make a decision, okay?

I don't know what it is. I just feel different about that, but I'm sure it was.

You can't do that anyway.

Leaving aside my retardation, I'm going to ask it right because it's an important story.

Then the teacher opened his mouth with a serious face.

"First, call the angel"

... Yeah, yeah?

"Then, call the devil"

Oh, oh, yeah, huh?

"You can hope to them who called, save my mother's life,"

Too many scratches. I don't know what to say.

What a retarded way to treat it.

"The devil will fulfill any wish as long as he has a contract to offer his soul.

Angels grant their wishes with their guardians if they are clean wishes.

If you can hope well, your mother's illness will heal without a thing. "

No, more than that, is fantasy really about angels and demons?

Huh? I have no idea what they're basically doing.

Yeah, it's a through choice because I don't seem to understand what you're asking, okay.

"... is that really safe?"

"Well, my mother will heal, but I don't know what will happen to Sir."

I don't think so.

No, that's not the cure, maybe something else.

I don't get any concrete examples, but I'm sure it's something else.

"That's out of the question, isn't there a better way?"

"Hmm, don't be a very authentic way, just make a magic drug called elixir"

Does that mean developing drugs?

Oh, my God, isn't that a surprisingly mattomo way compared to before?

Good, good, now I can feel some relief.

"However, the material will require a human heart"

No, I can't, I can't, I can't.

Foreword withdrawn. What's the way? You're kidding me, idiot.

A heart, that heart, right?

I can't do it completely. I don't care what you think.

I don't know if these four letters are the right way to use them, but I don't know, so no.

"There's no way."

"It's so hard to fully heal Scientia Cursus."

The teacher, who flaunted his shoulder slightly, showed off his awesome Doya face at the next moment.

"Well, if we weren't wise, we'd assume so!

Vaticone! I got irritated from the bottom of my mind by the words of the teacher who was told along with the wink that sounds like an effect, but I guess I just have to say that I don't care what I think.

Hmm? I mean, what do you mean?

"There are two sage men out there, almost nothing they can't do!

Hey.

"That said, just an elixir won't cure you completely, all you need is a top magic drug called Last Elixir"

I'm sorry, I'm not sure how much that is, but does that mean it's gonna work? Isn't that good? I don't know.

"It seems resilient enough to revive even the dead, but it actually only appears in inheritance.

I've never even seen a junior high before, so what I need to hurry up with is to find that recipe. "

Yeah... what's that... it's really frightening, but is that really the drug that exists?

Are you all right? Is it legal? Too awesome to suck? It sucks, right?

"With that medicine, you think it'll heal?

"It takes the form of cutting through your head, examining it properly, and then using the medicine."

"............ Hmm, but isn't that only if foreign bodies are present in your head?

I don't know why I have to go out of my way to do something so dangerous, but if I can fix it, I feel like I should.

"No, there's no way to even tell if there are foreign objects or not for what you don't actually see.

I wrote that Sir's mother's medical records may be due to cardiogenicity, but it remains to be seen what is the original cause.

If there is nothing, there is no problem using it, but if foreign objects exist, it is expected to help it grow.

I mean, it gets even worse. "

"So why don't we just scan it?

After I said it as a matter of course, I forgot how many iron cannons the teacher's, exactly, pigeons were, but I saw a kyotoned face that surprised me like that, and, oh, I did, I thought.

"... Suki? I don't think that sounds like an appraisal."

No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

Oh, this guy's a doctor, isn't he? Didn't you think of that?

... Yep, I hate to say that because it looks great in vain...

What the hell is this, ma... mammoth position... no, it definitely isn't.

I have to do something like that...

Er...... yah...... Mendoku......

It stinks from the bottom of my heart, but I get some kind of sparkling eye at you for nothing.

I don't know what it is, but they have to do it.

I hate it so much, but they have to.

I didn't even go to exhale, and in my heart I opened my mouth with a face that was serious on the outside and didn't think about it at all, stinking with all my strength.

"The principle is simply to illuminate the human body with a degree of magic that is harmless and to figure out what is in its reflection.

If we do this right, we can see it penetrating the skeleton, guts, blood, blood vessels, muscles. "

"Ho! Interesting, if you can do that, you can easily spot pieces of stabbed glass and scratches!

Pleasant with a tremendous trick in my explanation, well, delighted with the way you look happy anyway,... what does this mean together? Well, no, it stinks.

Looking at the delightful teacher like that, he began his idea with his hands on his chin, hacked as the teacher at the time noticed something.

"Hmm? Right, I see! You don't have to cut it open and check it out, but you can figure out what's going on with the disease and what's causing it! How wonderful! It's wonderful, Auguste Verstein! Where the hell did that idea come from!?

"You forgot."

I thought you were such a big solo. Apparently you were talking to me.

I wonder what kind of genius keeps this guy from talking.

"Ahem! It's not good you told me! What a narrow-minded man!

"Wouldn't it make sense to wear a woman's skin now?"

"Damn!

I'm a teacher who beats his clenching fist to his own fat crotch in regret, but I want you to go through with it because I'm in trouble for him to say that.

"Mother is more important than that, so let me get back to business."

"I don't know what else to do, because this magic seems to require experimentation, and then the next thing you need to do is scan your mother to identify the pathogen."

Hmm?

"Wait, I'll do it?

"Of course, there's no way the inventors can't do it and the others can, unless they do it right in front of them to remember."

"... I have one problem"

"What?

"I've never used it on a living person."

Despite the silence, I felt like there was a painful atmosphere sounding that I wasn't sure what it was.

No, it may sound strange even though it's an atmosphere, but I don't have vocabulary personally, so I want you to guess somehow.

"... I see, you mean experience everything, let's go!

No, come on! I'm sorry to make you think you're the mother of a person because you said you've never done it before, you indeterminate creature.

I don't know why you have such a glittering eye full of anticipation. It's shivering.

No, there's probably no reason I can't spec Mr. Augusto, but, look, I don't normally like using it as a mother's experiment bench for people!!

I don't like it! I don't like it!

"If the elementary school students do it, their mothers may explode, so let's leave it to the disciple, Sir."

"entrusted"

Seriously, you're kidding me, you son of a bitch.

I can't let you say that. Are you serious? Are you stupid?

Paul Shelbourg, 41, a man with green gray hair and eyes, a distinctive fox-faced face.

Born as the second son of a house serving the Verstein family for generations, he was educated and raised to be an assistant to his two-year-old brother.

A brother who is too good to fly ten and know twenty five if he knows one, and a beautiful and noble man of the Verstein family to serve.

Then the next lead butler, who is like his younger brother under five.

He once felt that the extra excellence around him was unnecessary, such as his presence too small.

It was Auguste Verstein, the Lord to serve, who saved him like that.

As long as people excel, they increase the burden of carrying everything, which is why they need a presence to blame them.

And the word that it doesn't exist except you saved my heart.

It echoed because it was the word of that man, the Lord of himself, who was neither too good a brother, nor of his disciples, nor of anyone else.

Though as troubled as he was that he was incompetent, he nevertheless knew the Lord to move forward with dignity.

In the garden of the Lordship Hall, just on the back door connecting with the outside, he was alone, covering his face with his hands, moaning with a thin back round.

"How so?"

He was the only one of his dairy brothers to know the weakness of the Lord.

That's why I blamed myself for not being stopped, even more so now.

Still, he kept believing in the Lord and waiting, even after he had separated himself from his wife and become a fool.

I'm sure someday, when I get back.

"Why didn't you rely on me"

That's why he was, sad.

I felt betrayed.

It was unlikely that the Lord would admit that he was dead, and that no one else could know the flesh of his beloved Lord was nesting in our face.

I understand there's nothing I can do about it.

But he wasn't as good a man as his brother.

"I see you with Lord Paul Shelbourg."

To the voice I heard, I raise my face.

With a frigid grin on his face, he was so pu (...) step (...) tong (...) ri (...) as if it was his fault that he didn't seem to be the person who had a weak voice until earlier.

Looking back, there stands a town-style man with golden brown hair wrapped around a small dirty coat.

Behind the man, for some reason, the door leading outside the premises was thinly open.

"... who is it?

"Father, I wish the Lord Ernest Schielbourg all the best."

Whoever came back to me was so arrogant that he could call it disgraceful.

He perceived the status quo as he confronted one man.

Servants and soldiers are always placed in pairs at the entrance and exit of the Lords' Palace.

Does that breakthrough mean that innocent servants and soldiers have been eliminated, or...

Are you saying that those two were unnecessary to the Verstein family and that they were the kind of people who would give up their duties by bribing them?

Because you are naming him, it is good to see that someone has taught you that he is currently in this place.

I guess there are other collaborators.

Behind the inner side of a sober idea, with a fox-sided smile, a mesmerizing low profile.

Out of his throat was a sweet, disgusting cat stroke.

"Ernesto, you're busy, let me ask you something first."

"No, speak directly"

"I'm Ernest's secretary, and I'm not going to let you meet someone you don't have plans for."

"There's no point in being a secretary!! Don't make me say it again and again!!

Even in front of an angry little dirty man roughing up his voice, his expression, attitude, and even his voice remain the same.

"Don't tell me that, Ernest, you don't look good in those shapes, you're careful, so I think you can listen to me."

The words and actions while tilting his neck loosely are so suspicious that he is likely to affirm that ten people are ten and whoever sees them are frigid, but when it comes to him being conscious or not, I can't see how he cared anything from the outside.

"Besides, you see, there's never been a lot of collaborators, right?

While the man understands that he cannot be trusted at all by the suspicion in front of him, the words he was told were convincing, but therefore he tours.

"... what the hell do you want"

"There's nothing big about wanting it! I'm worried about what's going on in this territory."

"... I don't know, you just want to smoke some delicious juice anyway"

"This is tough! But if there's anything I can do to help, I'll do my best, because I don't care about my life."

I assure you, his expression was inexorably distorted by.