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

"... then I come to a project I've been pretending not to see."

That's what I'm saying, son, to thank you for your very beautiful work.

He's a tough guy to tear down, but I'm sorry, but you don't like him.

"Right."

I snorted for now, but you were skipping out on pretending not to look. Come on, you knights.

"Father, the..."

"What?"

Turn your consciousness to your son with a voice hung in the wind, such as fear.

"... I will be here to report it when everything is cleared up, so let me call you" Father, "again, as I did at a very young age...!"

"... when you're done."

"Thank you!, then, I, with this"

With that said, your son left, laughing as if to haunt him, looking very happy with something, refreshed and leaving some sparkling remnants.

In the meantime, I'm headed to the butler's office with guidance.

It wasn't that far from the study to the office, so it didn't take a minute to arrive.

I opened the door and walked into the room beside the butler waiting for me to come in and sat down on a large desk sitting in the back and a set of tall looking chairs.

Then tangle your fingers between your hands with your elbows on your desk as you go, placing your forehead on the sole.

Well, that's a quick story, that's a conceived pose.

In the meantime, the butler left this room, saying that he was waiting in a holding room reserved for the butler.

When you want to call, you should ring the bell that's on your desk. I understand.

Well.

What should I do? I want to shiva myself.

What are you talking about, me?

Are you stupid?

I knew it, it's stupid, me.

Can you say no or if you ask me to do that with that sparkling smile!

What? What is it? Why am I staring at you with such respect?

The vicious atmosphere a while ago. Where have you been?

What the hell happened in him?

I mean, I'm not your father!?

No more. What?

Why don't we all question it?

I didn't do anything in particular!?

A mission imposed on you, a burden, a heavy responsibility?

I don't have half the pressure.

I have to work really hard on this.

I can't do it anymore, even if I'm about to throw it out.

For what reason?

... all of a sudden, here, I'm going to tell you why I've been working so hard to get into the entertainment industry.

I've liked to stand out since I was a little girl, and I was desperate to take a good lead or associate lead role in kindergarten and elementary school arts clubs.

He wasn't too smart, but in middle school and high school he was in the theatre department, he liked to play, and he had fun.

There's no way I don't admire TV drama actors like that.

'Cause they're all cool, right?

It must have been inevitable that one day I wanted to get into it, too.

Come on, let's get back to this.

I mean, I'm vulnerable to a man's beauty.

There is no way you can say no to a beautiful shape that is rarely noticed in modern Japan, even if it is not your preference.

Plus, I'm Japanese.

I can't say NO, typical Japanese.

Stuffed.

I was the one who couldn't refuse if asked to.

... what, you've been packing it since the beginning.

Once you realize that fact, it's just a little easier, but there's no reason why it should be.

Anyway, if this is all I'm expected to do, I'm not going to try.

No, I don't want to try.

'Cause you hardly get it from me.

If this is the case, you should have pretended to be completely amnesiac. Hmm, my idiot.

The blame of conscience is terrific.

No more. Why do you have to imitate such good people as deceivers?

I want to go home.

Oh, my God, me playing Mr. Cold Augusto on the outside, even though I think only of the crying in my head.

I wonder what the hell I'm doing.

Second, I calmed down.

You know there's nothing you can do about it, no matter how much you hate it.

Your body is an odyssey, you have to govern, you have to play Mr. Augusto, you have to deceive both the butler and your son.

Because we have to deceive people from all over the world.

And I don't have an understander or a forerunner.

I can't even go home because the world is different.

Then if you don't work alone, it might be "death” waiting for you.

For a moment, I almost remembered my parents and family I had left behind, and I was forced to stop.

I don't have time to cry right now.

I can still do that later.

No sense of loneliness, no pressure, I don't think now.

Neither the time nor the spare time to cry about the past or regret irrevocably exists for me today.

Anyway, we just have to make sure we do it one by one.

... but well, we'll figure it out.

Anyway, Mr. Augusto's body doesn't seem to be human anymore.

I hate to admit it, but I have myself wondering if it's true for some reason.

I may be the one who uses it, but I still have to make the most of it.

If it's the only way to be, you've got to do it already.

The spa switches thoughts all the way up and stands in front of a nearby bookshelf by walking Teco Teco.

Come on, let's start with the clerk.

If you look at the back cover of the book in the bookshelf, there are. There were a bunch of revenues from Verstein territory, village registries, maps, climates, all the materials I thought might be needed to govern.

Yeah, let's start with this revenue.

Take it in your hand for now and look at the material.

............... me, I wasn't very smart, but I could do as much as a normal calculation.

Doesn't it suck that you know right away it's weird no matter how you look at it?

This, maybe, Mr. Augusto did.

Whatever you think, I haven't been able to calculate it, but it's not okay, is it? Here.

Damn, I want a calculator...!

Um, uh, here's the thing, there was some old material over here before that, and from now on, uh, how was the climate?

Almost sunny. Then the crops aren't that bad either, he said.

Well, you don't have to have some kind of calculator to calculate it, but it's good now.

More than that.

......... Mr. Augusto, haven't you been a tax thief?

The amount of tax I collected from the people and the amount I paid to the state doesn't add up to the amount I'm nostalgic for, Nanicole.

He's missing. I have money.

Oh, I see. If you look closely, it's like a king's birthday celebration or something. I'm collecting separate taxes.

So, it wasn't over to the king, and he put it in the pocket of this house.

Mr. Augusto, you're smart!

No, no, no.

Oh, hey, wait, you can't. That's, seriously, no.

I thought it was a lot of money, but I can't afford anything.

If you get caught, you're on death row.

That, how do you know that? Me.

No, it's good now. Anyway, we're behind.

The question is what to do from here on out.

Return it to the people?... Akan, I've already used it.

Try not to collect from the next?

No, the people are suspicious.

So, take it and send it to the king?

Akan, this is also questioned by the king.

It's packed!

What should I do? This.

Am I dead?

No, I don't like that.

So what do we do?

...... it would be nice to sell conditioning that looks so expensive, which is so depressingly flashy, in vain in this mansion?

Well, if we give that back to the people one by one, would it be positive or negative and zero?

Then, from this time on, let's reduce that wasteful tax bit by bit to such an extent that it's not unnatural.

Weird when it's gone, but it wouldn't be that weird if it was a little less.

Let's dedicate a little bit of that to the country from this one.

You should make sure the money flows properly eventually, right?

In the meantime, do you want to recalculate all the material so far first?

It is a matter of decision to turn the extra portion over to the country and the people against the financial resources available.

I wonder if churches, bridge repairs, road maintenance, and water healing are the places to turn to the people.

The reason is, I think I got extra when I calculated it, so I thought I'd give it back in a slightly better way or something.

I think this is going to be an appeal for the country.

I wonder if all of a sudden I'd be suspicious if I did that for as long as I've been.

The quick thing is to expose Dawn to the people, but if you do that, I might die, so dismiss it.

... do I have to sneak up on you little by little so you don't find out?

I have to ask the butler for his opinion later.

Anyway, now it's calculation.

Uh, the newest one is this year's guy?, let's just recalculate from this year's minute.

Hmm, for all I've ever used this number, this one is my income,...... it's hard to tell.

Let's at least rewrite it to a spreadsheet.

There was paper on your desk, wasn't there?

I have to ask the butler to find the oldest paperwork later and bring it to me.

Thinking that way, I go back to my desk with the materials in my hands.

Wow, it's a feather pen, not a pencil!

Besides, it's the type of feather pen to put on the ink!

I admired you. Here's the thing!

But if I'm wrong, it's a hassle because I can't fix it. Here.

No, I want a pencil.

Though I consider myself Udauda that way, it doesn't appear in my expression at all.

Or I won't let it out.

I don't know who or how to look at it.

I'm scared if someone's around by showing off that nobody's around.

Insurance is limited to a lot of hanging.

I'm not at all relieved, but I'm not dying.

But I think I need to get stressed out somewhere someday.

In the meantime, I guess that's when it's all settled.

Then I fought the paperwork to forget everything and immerse myself in it.

"Sir, it's time for dinner"

"Mm-hmm."

If you raise your face to the butler's voice, at some point you will notice that it is dark outside the window.

I was focused and unaware, but the lights in the room were not the light of the sun, replacing the stones of candle-like brightness.

I wonder if you didn't notice because it's a constant amount of light.

If it was a candle, it would shake.

Wipe the pen with natural motion while thinking about it.

I don't know if it's a physically stained habit, but I think maybe it is.

But dinner.

I'm not hungry at all, but is it because I'm sick?

Well, I don't think there's that much on the boulder.

You're harassing a normal gohan or something for sickness.

Even a regular Gohan might be able to eat normally because he's no longer human.

Oh, I guess it's because of that, I'm not hungry.

Either that or I didn't eat gohan at noon, but maybe it was around noon that I woke up.

Well, good. Gohan on an aristocratic evening must be fancy.

... Yeah, you're eligible to cut expenses.

My spirit would wear out if it was too luxurious.

Don't be a commoner. I've never had foie gras or caviar like that.

I love egg-wrapped rice but something.

I'm sorry to hear you smell like a common man, but you're probably an actress, but this one's a regular Japanese.

I can't believe you called me in a nice place, but the boulder is excellent, Deacon.

Insert the feather pen into the pen stand and stand up, thinking that it doesn't matter.

Then the butler waited for me as I opened the door.

Sorry to bother you earlier. Thank you.

As it was, I went to the dining room with the butler's guidance, but I notice the inexplicable things on the road.

What, you haven't seen the maid this way?

At first I thought it was your fault, but it's not.

Mr. Augusto's senses are so sharp that he can quickly see the sight and signs.

What do you mean, something like this?

Sure, what is it,... netto?

You're not... you know, sheets, meets,... I feel like that, but, yeah, no, I can't remember.

Well, I don't care.

The gaze doesn't feel malicious.

If I say one, are you confused? Is it? Degree.

...... The pig is good-looking. Ojisama, if abbreviated as Ikeoji, will anyone be confused?

Weirdly convinced, I stepped into the dining room.

But that's where I'm going to face unexpected events.

"What is this...!"

Wana Wana and a Deacon trembling in anger.

I'm plain scared.

"Alfredo, calm down"

"Sir, that being said, this is too much..."

You mean, uh, lack of transmission?

Meat, meat and meat, arranged on the table.

It's greasy and looks very tasty.

But, totally, fat and neat, tons of fine meat dishes.

I think I'm going to have heartburn just to see it.

You're harassing me, here.

But maybe, but here, I think it was Mr. Augusto's usual meal.

And I saw you throw away the portion you couldn't eat out.

'Cause here, it's not the amount one human can eat up.

I have 10 people for you.

I don't know what to do. Even though I'm not hungry, I'll never eat this amount.

I don't care how much you deviate from human beings, I don't have an appetite.

"What the hell was the Chief Chef asking...!"

"Alfredo"

"But, sir...!"

Speak up to forgive the butler for how his anger still hasn't healed.

Feelings are, well, complicated, but not that angry.

I'm scared for now. Please calm down.

"Few can believe overnight, such as I have changed. That's what I'm saying."

"Sir..."

Sadly, I almost laughed bitterly at the butler, who squealed in an unconvincing voice.

Well, you can't help it all.

Everyday is important, that's what it is.

The question is, what are we gonna do with these meats?

"... this is a wasted expense. Alfredo."

"Why don't you sit down?"

"All servants, call"

"All servants as well as the head chef, would you like to sit down?

"Oh, everything."

"I'm in awe"

A total of 60 people gathered in the hall temporarily, including 20 maids, 5 gardeners, 15 private soldiers, 10 kitchen positions such as chefs, and 10 downstairs chores.

That's surprisingly a lot, because this mansion is big for nothing, I guess.

At first I thought I'd call them to the dining room, but because of the number of people, they got me together in a big hall where I would party and stuff.

While someone cleans up the dishes, it's an arithmetic to say hello and discuss the future once and for all, but, well, there's no reason to let you know that, is there?

Looking at it, everyone seemed equally nervous.

But a third of the people are half crying and otherwise looking at me suspiciously in a strange state.

By the way, all the people who are half crying are either plugged in mid-life or older, so they can be seen as the people who have been in this house for a long time.

I mean, the rest of the young people, they've been in the last 12 years, not knowing the face of the Lord of the Mansion or anything, but who is this guy? That's what it feels like.

Yeah, you don't have a choice.

"Let's go introduce ourselves again first.

I am Augusto Verstein, Lord of this Mansion and Lord of the Verstein Family. "

When I told him in grandeur, he turned an extra suspicious gaze on me.

Well, that's good. I don't know now.

"What, I'm not so nervous. I'm not gonna make it bad."

Secret! Villain-like lines!

Looking over, although I was nervous, all the servants like Yul, who had looked at me suspiciously until just now, had a uniformly tense look.

All right, now you're gone who hasn't heard me.

Now, do you want to do it?

Having so decided, I breathed lightly and spoke the words, aware of the amount of voice that would reach far away.

"You guys have two choices.

One is to work at home more than ever or the other is to quit home and switch to another. "

"I mean, did you get out of this house..."

As soon as I said it, the seemingly petty side, the seemingly underworked looking about the age of not yet out of the boy, bit me.

Whoa, you're young.

"I don't remember allowing you to speak. Well, I told you, I'm not going to make it bad.

If we're going to switch to another house, we're going to have to look after a good house. "

If I told him that with a mixture of sighs, he shrunk himself down like he atrophied.

Yes, yes, trinkets.

"Except for some of your work gestures, it's not a very visible thing.

If you don't like being at home, go to another house. That's all. "

Kick it off, tell me what's going on.

Actually, I don't need a guy who doesn't work, so you want me to go somewhere.

That's why.

'Cause maybe, but from now on, the house is going to be financially tight.

Then one maid came with her mouth pinched.

"... what happens to this mansion if you go to another house? Are you going to clean it?"

I see. Well, I know what you're trying to say.

But is this retard?

"... once again, I don't remember allowing myself to speak, but I don't know what else to do, do you mean there are many people without education?"

"Nah...!"

If you calmly say it with your gaze from the top, you're out of line, maid.

For once I, the main reason of this mansion, don't really think it's a good idea to slap a lame mouth like that.

I mean, the butler is going to butch, so please don't.

I'm always close, so I'm afraid I'll be next door.

No, seriously.

I still have a smile on my face, but I'm standing blue.

Because it's out there like some kind of so angry aura!!

Freaking out on the inside, he mouths the words while acting sober with a sigh of sigh for now.

"... well good, let's meditate our eyes this time.

Well, where people are down, what's the difference?

"Huh...!"

When I asked her back so, the maid stuffed her words with regret.

Yeah, you know what I mean.

Well, even this hall, usually, I don't use it at all.

I don't know why, but I haven't cleaned anything.

If you look over, you can see that it's loaded about a centimeter, as if it's not a window frame or dust thin or something.

Even the curtains are so white that if I tap Bassa now, I'm sure it'll be Eli.

What about that, as an aristocratic mansion?

"I left it to some serious people, and I didn't do anything. Wouldn't you?

I don't care if the maid tells me so.

None of this is convincing.

Sir, I need permission to speak.

Two, a serious looking young man put his hand on his chest and opened his mouth in gratitude.

"Hmm. That would be good."

I hope the next kid is still better - or something, but I'll just encourage him to go ahead.

"Indeed, to date, it has been difficult to say that more than half of them have worked seriously.

But can you tell your husband that, too?

Yeah, uh.

"That's why I have a choice for you, didn't you understand?

"... Huh!

Calmly pointing back, he just gave me a surprised look that I just realized.

How many people are there but retards?

There were things that didn't get to me either, so I tried to leave it to my autonomy, not to let them quit unilaterally.

That's why, strange, maybe there's no such thing as reading the air in this world?

Well, if that's the case, it's a huge cultural shock...!

What, but that's where the butler is, isn't it? You've been reading the air, haven't you?

No, it's good now. Let's think about it later.

Leave it, leave it.

"We don't chase those who leave. Prepare your next place to work. Are you dissatisfied?

"Sir, please forgive me for speaking"

"... let's allow it."

Now you're gonna read the air to the boulder, right? What a thought and send a gaze to those who spoke, there was a big, samurai word in the perfect atmosphere, a dandy-soaked odyssuma with a nice mustache.

When I was younger, was it the first half of 40?

About the same age as Mr. Augusto, I suppose?

The moment I thought about it that way, for some reason, I was kneeling right at my feet.

Yeah, yeah.

"First of all, sir, we looked forward to paying you back. We are delighted to have you back."

"Right."

Me forcing my confused head to work and just answer that.

I wonder why Odysama is kneeling to me.

Oh, because you're my boss?

"Our mission is to protect our Verstein family private army, your husband. I'm not coming to another house."

Some people were loyal to those words that could be told seriously. And, for a moment, I thought, his words echoed in the hall, and at the same time as everyone understood the content, the blurring occurred from the other side.

"Captain...!?"

I see.

Isn't it a single rock?

Well, it's been so far, and you don't have a choice.

Watching it that way with the feeling of giving up.

Then, called the captain of the regiment, he drank with a tense voice that sounded all around him.

"It's a hustle, new Americans! I don't need a weak graduate. If you don't like it, be a soldier elsewhere!

Even more perplexing are the private soldiers.

"But why!

"My husband had been insane for 12 years. But not now."

"Where is the guarantee that we are not deceived!

To the captain who tells me he's kippy, he looks confused somewhere, and the figure of the soldiers who desperately complain is like some kind of drama scene, which makes him a little tense.

But, well, that's usually what you think.

... but not really. You should stop saying that before I'm around, seriously.

I'm fucking scared of the butler.

Somebody help me.

"What are you talking about?

Such things, your husband's standing behavior, your appearance, and most importantly, your eyes will tell. "

Eh.

I'm confused by the captain's kippy words and deeds, and I'm doomed just from the inside.

"Stronger, more noble than anyone, the admiration of all knights, that's our husband!

Wait, wait, wait. I don't know. No.

What, I have to act like that?

Hey, I can't imagine what I'm gonna do.

"...... then what will you do someday, again, if you are like before"

"Are you an idiot or is your current husband going through all this and staying here?

What, eh? Sorry, I can't follow you.

"Something harder than what happened at the time doesn't exist to my husband anymore! Therefore, your husband will never look like that again!

...... No, you know, just how much, Sole.

"...... I think it's overbought.

I accidentally pinched my mouth, but you have no choice.

But the captain laughed at Nihil and opened his mouth somewhere fun.

"What are you talking about, sir? You really like to underestimate yourself."

"Really?

No, no, no, no. Aren't you guys overestimating it for nothing?

Or was Mr. Augusto originally such a great guy?

I can't imagine it at all because it seemed like a pig.

Well, good. I don't think. I don't think.

"That's right, at all. Well, that's why I can respect you."

That's what I said, Odysama laughing fun.

It's very complicated.

'Cause that, I'm not.

Good, for now these people will do something about it, and let's just say we get down to business.

"... oh, speaking of which, there's so much food in the dining room that I can't eat out.

Why don't we just split up and finish it like it's no use? "

"Is that so? It's cheap, but can I help you?

"I don't mind, I told you, I can't eat out of it.

If you just leave one for me to take and eat without throwing it away, that's fine. I don't want to waste my money. "

"Copy that. Some of you will be heading to the cafeteria later."

"That'll help."

Yikes! Problem number one solved!

It's out of the question to throw it away! I'm glad I managed.

Oh, and then, let's do another one.

"Oh, yeah, chef"

"Ha, what is it?

The moment I spoke, he sounded terribly freaked out, chef.

Right now, that Osama jumped up gently.

No, yeah, well, good. No, I don't scratch. It's annoying.

"If it stays at home, though.

Nutrition is biased in all meat. And too much.

It's only futile with that. Change more vegetables in the amount that normal humans can eat.

And instead of using expensive things for nothing, use cheap things well. "

If you say it's hard, a chef with a look like surprised confusion, don't know what to do.

I wouldn't be too tempted if a normal Osama looked at me like that.

I want you to come back out after being more beautiful osama.

"... but cheap food at the Duke's table, etc..."

"I said, use the cheap stuff well. Are you going to tell me that the Duke's cook couldn't have done that?

If I laughed sarcastically and told him to make a breakthrough, the chef got a serious look after a hack.

Yeah, you can do a little better face, too.

Ordinary Osama, though.

"... does that mean that even if you use cheap things in the future, you can cook dishes that aren't ashamed of us?

"If that's all you know, don't do it next time. I guess your arm can do that, huh?

"I'm in awe, even if I turned it into my life!

The chef put his hand on his chest and thanked him as he told him proudly, motivated somewhere.

Yeah, nothing. I hope I don't have to risk my life.

Well, good. No, let's go.

"... come on, some of you will be lost. Let's give it a night to think.

In the meantime, decide how you want to shake yourself.

Dismissed. Alfredo, I asked for the rest. "

"I'm in awe"

After just saying it, I threw it all round the butler and I went back to the dining room.

After the Lord, the Duke of Verstein, walked away from the hall, the remaining servants were unable to move off the spot, as they had consolidated.

In the meantime, Alfredo, the deacon with the Lord, opens his mouth.

"Well, gentlemen. Do you have something to say?

As soon as they did, the servants, whose consciousness seemed to have returned to reality, spoke thoughtfully.

"Mr. Alfredo, what do you mean! Isn't it like someone else!

"It was so cool..."

"Hey, you're someone else, right? I don't know what you saw, but you're not the one."

"You're a shadow warrior, right? Sir, I brought such a nice guy here because he's looking good in vain."

"You can't think of anything else."

"Watch your mouth, I'll tell you, that's your husband himself."

With a serene expression, the young servants, who said whatever they wanted, simultaneously silence the deacon who stood up like an aura of anger.

In the meantime, Grandpa Marcto, the oldest gardener, shrugged as he narrowed his eyes to nostalgia.

"... hey, I remember the old days, you and your wife walked amicably, and it was like a painting."

"Really!? Grandpa! It's my first ear!

"'Cause you were only two years old or something. Hey, I don't know. It's obvious."

To my stunned grandson, Grandpa just replies relaxed.

Deacon spoke calmly to such servants.

"... that's about it for the chatter. Let's get down to business."

The servants tighten their minds to the words of the butler while gently fixing the position of the monocle glasses.

The butler, who looked somewhere satisfied with the condition, continued.

"Those of you who leave home, pack your bags and go home by the end of the evening.

Don't worry, I'll mail you a reference to your next place of work. "

A sober word, told to slash and throw away.

The expression of the servants turns into something tense at once.

"...... Our reputation is not very good now. It will be up to you if the newcomers from that house can do well."

I guess that's no longer a matter of decision.

And as can be seen from the fact that no one doubts what has been told, all the servants understand that this will happen.

"I won't stop anyone who wants to get out of our house after going through that trial. Here you go. Good luck at your next workplace.

Tomorrow, we will check the number of people and check the roster. Now, dissolve. "

The butler's voice echoes into the hall.

At the same time, all the servants went back to their places of residence, scattering spider children with each complex expression.

But there was a figure in the hall where no one was supposed to be.

The only thing left was a plain maid with glasses on.

She raised the edge of her mouth niggling as she stood alone there.

"I thought it was a hassle, but could we have some fun this time"

Ugh, and the whining words with a small laugh suck into the wide hall.

"Meetia! What are you doing, I'm going back!

"Oh, su, sorry! Yes, I'm going now!

Another maid appeared unexpectedly, calling out to her.

Then she disappeared from the hall, flashing like a panic, in a tone that was completely different from the atmosphere she had just had.