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

What has happened since then is that the explanation stinks of trouble, but I would like to do my best to send it to you in a digest.

First I magically found out the details to my teacher, as a result of something appropriately soiled.

The best way to cure Augusto's mother, Vaneira's illness, was to surgically remove foreign objects and use the Last Elixir to cure them.

However, they can only use it after removing all the demonic stones in Mr. Vaneira's body, so that can be one of the problems.

Besides, it doesn't make sense if you don't break the fundamental curse because even if you work hard to remove it all, it will eventually recur.

I wish I could have used the magical purification of light attributes, but I had no idea what it was like, so I couldn't help it.

So, it's how Elixir and I make it, but the teacher says if you're an elf living in a forest across the mountain surrounding the country, it's possible you know.

At last, I was able to study the magic of purification, so I decided to make a surprise visit to Elf's place at a later date.

If possible, I would like to get a full bump.

I would like to throw all the grudges of my years.

No, I'm not as old as I am, but no.

In the meantime, I'm sorry for Mr. Vaneira, but if I leave him like this, his medical condition is going to get worse and worse, so I consulted with my teacher.

I'm going to have you sleep in a state of temporary death.

My teacher hung me a little bit of the magical, slightly degraded stuff that would stop Mr. Augusto from using to preserve Julia's body because it would interfere with a lot of things if he was just asleep.

If you stop time completely, it seems that time passes at once when you release it, so the time doesn't seem to have progressed and it is progressing slightly, it seems that the degraded version to the extent is just right.

Note that the teacher answered my question about why I didn't use this method twelve years ago, “I learned this magic in the elves, too," with a complex look on my face.

Then I wonder how Mr. Augusto made the magic of stopping time.

I thought so, but that was a product created by Mr. Augusto's love, so it may be inevitable.

I don't know what paranoia is, because human emotion sometimes exerts great power, so it's such an array like the idiotic power of a fire.

As such, I somehow learned a lot from the elves, so now I want to get a variety of knowledge from the elves.

He has more knowledge of the magic system, like the Devil Nation, but he seems to be a dark attribute-enhanced type, so I want medical system knowledge. This time, as an aside.

The magic of stopping time, and the light magic if I can use it, then most importantly, how to make an elixir.

I want to make sure those three things at least.

I've also tested how the magic that stops Mr. Augusto when he creates it differs from the magic that Elf knows.

Anyway, I'm going to go with the momentum to rip all my knowledge off the elves. Cuttlefish of Knowledge Bye!

This information, Mr. Alfredo... is so uncomfortable that I can call it back. It's good, it's long. All right, okay.

Uh, what the hell, yeah, that's information.

I have shared information, including the current situation of Mr. Vaneira, with the butler.

So I think the rest of us will be sharing information from the butler.

It should be noted that they will adjust their schedules and other things later, and they will have the formula to get to the elves in their free time, you did it.

At that time, I decided to ask the butler because I remembered something.

"Speaking of which, what happened to you?

"Are you a citizen?

No, I'm not, but there was that too! I forgot!

But it's hard to say it's different here, so I'm going to stay on board!

I forgot my subject. I'm sorry, too!

More importantly, this one is more important than Osama the Baldy! I don't have a choice!

He opens his mouth like it's nothing while holding the documents placed on the desk to distract him or deceive him.

Have you made any progress?

"No, as you know, nothing has happened since a representative came to our hotel and issued a statement saying," Don't punish us. ”

Hmm.

I don't think I know anything about it, but I think they said something about maybe reporting it because I remember it slightly. You forgot. Yeah.

"How are we doing now?

"Yes, yes, I was watching - some kind of fox-face stood up and secretly talked about being a representative of the citizen -"

The one who answered my question was Mr. Sinza, who asked me to come back once to share information.

I don't know, but when I called him by his name, he came home. I don't know what's going on, but he heard you. He came back in a flash on top. Scary.

No, wait a little longer than that, yes????

Uh, Mr. Fox Face, that's the guy, isn't it?

No matter how much I searched in my brain, the only person among Mr. Augusto's men who came out as the person in question was that person.

Skinny, I love Mr. Augusto, and Paul Shelbourg, a slightly annoying type of Osama.

Cinza, what does that mean?

"Didn't I betray both of you?

To the butler's question, I would like to say that Sinza, who appropriately returns it like a tar, should do something more properly because she is talking seriously right now.

I'm not going to tell you because I can't talk about it.

..................... but right.

Betrayal...... yeah, then you can't help it.

Something's wrong with the contents.

I just don't think I can help it, and that's why I had a quack trying to do something about people's emotions.

I mean, no, there's no way I can, and whatever it is, it's just arrogance.

"Wait, he's not the kind of man who would betray us."

"Yeah, you don't know that. Everyone yearns, totally undeserved husband Sama, but the contents are flattering young women! How did you find out?"

To Deacon's advice, Mr. Sinza... I knew this was uncomfortable too, so let's call it back, Mr. Hidden returns this as he leans against the wall looking troublesome again.

"Even so, my husband is alive"

"My soul is dead, isn't it?

"That's... yes..."

"Alfredo, Sinza, Enough"

"But......!

To me arbitrating while I put down the paperwork I had finished looking at, the butler looked at me whenever he said something.

My people are suspicious, I can't help it.

But, hey, don't fight in here. Stay close.

If you want to do it, do it without me. Because it stinks. You're going to arbitrate, aren't you?

... No, I'm the reason.

"It's too early to argue without knowing anything."

It seemed impossible to say it smelled like trouble, so I want someone to praise me for returning it without difficulty.

"... is, I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry I had to tell you something."

I honestly apologize. They're awesome because they listen to me properly. I would be beautiful, but it's really amazing.

I know there's a reason, but the timing seems a little bad to ask that, so it looks like we should do it again at a later date.

I just feel like I'm going to forget it, but it's important and I think it might remind me somewhere... Maru.

"I'm not going to blame you, more than that, where's Paul?

I can only thank you on the inside, but now is not the time, so to speak.

"Looks like we're headed to the church where the citizens are standing."

Mr. Hidden's response was light, but it was indescribably complicated.

Wow, seriously.

"... well, then, if you're back, I'll try to discuss it"

"I wonder if I'll be back..."

Stop it, Mr. Covert. You're making me so nervous!

"You don't have to go home, it doesn't make sense to move without knowing the depth."

"So do you want Ernest to give you his opinion?

"... not unless it's in person"

"Yes, sir, I will."

You can talk to your brother, but if you do that now, something preconceived is going to happen, and I don't know.

"What happened to Ernest?

"Well, you know it's about that guy, don't you?

No, it's not. It's important to share information, right?

"You should let me know what you know."

"Perhaps."

No, every time. Isn't it too light?

And footwork, but more attitude than that.

What? Seriously. This man I want to shiva.

While it's kind of relaxing, I still have to do it, so I'll give you some instructions.

"Let me know if there's any movement"

"Yes."

Good boy replied.

I thought, Mr. Covert, isn't that overworked? It's okay. This?

No, you look so happy and you can't say anything. What do you mean?

Huh? I left everything to you, didn't I?

What are you doing, trying so hard to do it all?

I'm curious, but Mr. Hidden disappeared before I heard that, so it seemed like I had no choice but to keep it open.

Shh. Good luck recalculating.

And I exhaled, and I took the blade pen on my desk.

"Ha, husband. Sama is amazing, she's not upset at all"

"Knowledge and experience must have been taken over by your husband, naturally."

Immediately above the deacon, who had left the office dedicated to the Duke's Principal, the deacon returned the words only naturally to the light voice heard from the ceiling.

The only thing that sounds in the corridor where no one is paid for is the butler's calm voice and regular shoe sounds.

"So, are you sure that's okay?

"... what are you talking about"

To the voice from the ceiling, the deacon stops walking.

"My husband, Sama, was not your husband, Sama, and yet what it means to serve him, is that to you?

There is no rush as if he had been wolfed by a butler because the question came to mind by anyone.

However, the voice from the inquiring ceiling is somewhere sword-soaked, with its usual lightness lurking.

"I'm in love with my current husband, Sama, and I'm here, so why are you here?

Tension like a strained yarn and then, a slight, but certain, intention to kill.

If I had responded incorrectly here, my neck and torso would soon cry apart, and I would have even had the illusion that the air was heavier.

"I'm here because of him."

It was quiet and, somewhere, a resolute answer.

"Hmm?"

Behind the butler, a black-clad man descends on the wall in the hallway.

The man, who appeared without sound, leaned straight against the wall.

"Surely I couldn't do anything.

While I was aware of your husband's change, I only saw the surface, and today I am a fool who has noticed that my soul is different now. "

After saying that, the butler looks out the window.

I could see the blue sky, the flowers blooming in the early summer and, a little further away, the streets of Verstein territory.

A few birds flying through the sky are so idle that they can't even imagine what is happening right now.

The butler opens his mouth with a quiet view of the landscape.

"That's why I have to believe that one"

"What do you mean?

The black-crushed man cleverly raises a single eyebrow, telling him that he can't see a bad story.

"That man's strength is at stake."

"Dangerous?"

The black-crushed man, parroting back the calm butler's words as he wondered, tilted his neck loosely.

"As it is, it breaks my heart just like my former husband, he said.

That's why I wanted to support that one.

That's why I shouldn't doubt him. "

Kippy assertions, eyes full of determination.

It was directed at the man from the butler, who reflected on the windowsill. Besides, the man put back his neck, which was tilting loosely.

"... as long as you know that you're not trying to serve your husband Sama for nothing, that's fine, but what about around here?"

At the man's inquiry, the butler finally looked back.

"... Now I think that the day I woke up, he asked me," Can I live? "

Deacon stares at the man as he tells him to whine words like penance.

I said, "Whatever happens, I want you to live."

Wrinkled between his eyebrows, the butler continued as he held his hand around his heart in a slightly painful manner.

"Even though I didn't know anything, I said something cruel"

Mixing with the voice is regret and then a handful of guilt.

That's why the butler slipped away from the man softly and gazed at his own hand.

"That one decided how to live that way, I'm sure it was because I had that word"

The butler, who went on to do so, looked at the man again, spinning his words to exhale.

Straight up, standing pinned and spine-stretched even seemed like a specimen of the profession of deacon.

"So if you say you're not guilty, you're lying.

If you're going to feel a burden on that one, I'm sure it will. "

The word, affirmed Kippari, would have been a late response, although it could have looked at itself, analyzed it, and judged it calmly.

"That one, he's strong.

If it's true, I feel so much trust and family bond that it's not strange to be crushed, but still, I've moved on. "

Outside the window, the Spirit of the Wind plays with the blue leaves scattered, but no one notices it.

"That's better, you're counting on me. Ask for your opinion and talk to me.

Failure to respond will betray your husband. "

"Why?

To the man's suspicious voice, the butler smiled slightly and replied.

"My husband, he was a straight man.

Nobler than anyone, I hate crooked things... if I may borrow your wife's words, "cold and hot." "

It must be a pleasant memory to recall.

The voice and expression of the butler mixed with grief like a hometown.

"I can't leave people in trouble alone, I'm a moderate, kind person.

There's no better way to look at him and leave him alone. "

It's not a decision making, it's understandable because we've been together for a long time, like the results of the analysis.

The man pinches his mouth with no hesitation whatsoever, without worrying about seeing how such a butler is doing.

"I mean, I'm not forcing my ex-husband, Sama," he said?

The butler replied calmly, laughing only at his mouth as troubled, after showing a bare gesture to think only for a moment.

"I have a sense of self-satisfaction."

"No, if I start saying that, I'll be self-satisfied."

"Besides, I can't tell you enough not to go after your husband."

"When that happens, I can't say enough that I didn't lay the ideal master statue on that guy either."

"I understand your husband is completely different from him."

"I understand the difference between ideal and reality."

Yeah, yeah, the butler finally lost more frustratingly to the guy with his mouth pinched to agree.

"Cinza, what the hell were you talking about earlier, weren't you?"

"Ha ha, sorry!

The man laughs at the deacon, who is even more frustrated by the man who tries to do it with a laugh, without looking at all concerned.

"I was just wondering what kind of similarities they were."

"It's a hustle, it's not funny like you."

The deacon exhaled, exposing himself without concealing the wrinkles between his eyebrows, which he had never shown before the Lord.

"Oh, hiya, what, we're only about three different anyway"

"You'd better realize that those three years have made a fatal difference."

When it comes to the man who was stabbed with a picture star, he starts taking the action of deflecting the conversation openly.

"I mean, I'm not sure because it was a long story, but in the end, you're the enemy of my husband Sama? Are you on my side?

To the words, the wrinkles between the deacon's eyebrows deepened, but he did not find any point in arguing here, and the deacon answers as he unwrinkles between those eyebrows with his index finger.

"... my becoming the enemy of that man means being the enemy of your husband. It can't be forever."

"Is that properly your will?

"Absolutely."

That was a resolute, kick-ass declaration.

"That one said, clearing up her husband's carelessness. There were no lies or lies in those eyes.

With me, I want to clear up my husband's carelessness. I do not intend to spare any cooperation for that. And... "

"And?"

A man repeats his word butt intact, as if to remind him of an interrupted word.

"... his eyes look a lot like his great husband's when he was alive."

"Is that, sir, Sama's father?

"Yes, he died before he reconciled with his husband, but he was a clumsy person who could act like an emotional part of a swine rush."

"Really?

In response to an unknown but late inquiry, the butler grinned bitterly as he looked far back in time.

"Yeah, but he was strong, with the strength to not bend himself and the eyes to figure out the way forward."

"Yeah."

"It's against my belief, such as barring that one with the same eyes as that big husband"

"I see. I don't know how it ends, but if you're on my side, no."

It was an obvious, indescribable response.

If anyone here was listening to the conversation, they would have definitely weakened.

Now the spirits of the wind, who were sipping solidly at the serious atmosphere and watching, said, "Zuko!" Then he slipped down the hallway one after the other.

But the butler is not kind enough to do just that.

"Let me explain this to you. What do you mean you're not sure?"

Shivering his voice in frustration, the butler turns to the man with a cold smile that freezes the beholder.

Still, the guy didn't look like he cared at all, and after he pinned his ear with his pinky finger, he played the removed ear shit with his thumb.

"'Cause I don't know what kind of guy Sama or anything like that looks like, and I..."

It's the most honest answer, but I had a bad attitude anyway.

"That would be true, but you are a person...!

"Deacon Sun is on your side, isn't he? Fine. So."

It is a complete throw because I found my feelings empty.

The butler who saw such a man smiled after retrieving the man's dropped ear shit with a handkerchief he had removed from his nose.

"… you seem to be overwhelmingly under-reduced, so I will ask you to do my assignment at a later date"

"Ha!? Study!? Why!?

The eyeballs opened so wide that they seemed to pull off, and to a man who was greatly surprised, the butler carried a blizzard behind his back with a grinning look.

That is of course an illusion, but the same would be true because the body temperature is negative.

"If you're going to live as that person's shadow, do you just want to get the minimum education you need?

"Hey, man, if you say that, I'll say it knowing I can't defy you!?

"He was playing my husband uncomfortably, wasn't he?

It is a Doya face with a gaze from above.

With a bad face that would no longer even look like an evil person, the butler mocked the man.

"Stuffed, gruffed, damned...!

"Well, look forward to a later date"

"Wow, studying. Aah!!

What a sad scream echoed in the hallway where no one was.