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

Book Launch Anniversary SS

It's the past.

Of a certain rest day, when I met my wife for a long time.

There was a sight in her room where relaxing time flowed that unrecognizable flowers were blooming all over the small bowl.

It is the earliest flower I am accustomed to seeing as a kind, but the colour leans on my neck to the point where it seems doubtful that it is really the same plant that I know well.

"... what's the matter, Julia, this is a rose... hey?

"I grew it because Lily gave me seeds. Everything was coincidentally made when purple and white roses were crossed."

When asked to be sure, she said so and smiled.

That flower, with its petals spreading as if it were your lady's dress, was not the red she liked...... but surprisingly blue and light blue as my eyes.

"I gave it to you because it's a corner, but when I saw the buds, I was very surprised."

Marcto, the gardener, said it was a cliché that a plant called rose was difficult to grow in Velstein territory near the sea.

I can't believe a blue and white rose on top of a large circle of flowers blooming despite such an environment.

Besides, I wondered where the hell it came from, and I blinked my eyes to the terrible event that I had given it to you from the queen of this country.

"To the queen?

"Yeah. But it was so hard to grow it so far, it's a really delicate flower. It's like Augusto."

"... Julia, don't you have that for as much as you want?

I've been assured. Besides, I'm a little depressed.

"Oh, are they really alike? Always care, love, and then you have to keep an eye out for weird bugs."

"... Julia..."

Like the rest of them said, I felt my eyebrow butt go down on its own.

Then she realizes it, or smiles gently as the flower breaks, and then, somewhere she's good at her chest.

"Even fertilizer is necessary for flowers to bloom, and there's no room outside.

But I still need daylight, and flowers don't blossom, and I was thrilled to be old. "

After I ran out of that, she laughed fun with Couscous as she stroked a blue-white rose petal with a gentle hand as if dealing with a broken object.

"But I'm so excited for the flowers to bloom, and I can't help but love them until then. You really look just like Master Augusto."

"... I mean, if the flowers bloom, it's not lovely," he said?

An out-of-the-box low voice out of my throat.

In inverse proportions she opened her mouth so gently, everywhere, that she even seemed to be singing a lullaby.

"That's not true. Blooming makes me feel beautiful, noble, and happy just watching."

"Oh, I see."

To my short reply, she squirted her eyes round, then small.

"What's the matter, Master Augusto, are you obstinate?

"That's not..."

Though I clouded my words, this is like saying you're right, and I think I'm going to get a sigh of sigh of sickness in my simplicity.

"Hehe, you look just like a rose where you're not being honest"

"Why are you comparing me to a rose?

I asked again, but she just laughs gently.

"Hooray, I knew you were obstinate, you were jealous of the roses, weren't you? You really have no choice."

She's laughing happily for some reason. She's loving and softly hugs her from the front.

Then she cuddled back to reassure me with those thin and weak arms.

"It's all right, Master Augusto"

"What do you want?

Fluffy and fragrant rose perfume is her favorite choice from a few things she searches around for.

That gentle fragrance, which was not tight or crummy, only gave me a sense of peace of mind that was strong.

"Because you're not a rose, we can live together. That's why Michaelis was born."

"I know."

"Is that true?

"Oh, it's true"

She fits softly into her arms without resistance, laughing couscous though I really don't know what's fun.

I laid my lips on her cheek to affirm.

I've always hated these light blue colored hair and eyes.

My father had a very similar, emotionally invisible eye.

Just like my father, this hair color.

But she doesn't know that.

"Every time I think about it, I've always hated thin blue because I'm too used to seeing it, but I wonder why it makes me love it as soon as I think it's Augusto's color"

She has spoken of the same question many times before.

And all the time, she leans her neck wondering how many times she can't tell.

It kept saving my heart every time.

"Julia, I love you. More than anyone, more than anything."

When I say that, she smiles happily and gently.

I also loosened my cheeks so that I could be caught in that smile as I gently combed her golden hair with my hands like that.

"Yeah, I love wasps too, Master Augusto"

Her figure and voice like that burned forever as a happy memory in my heart.

Gentle and happy, distant but clear memories.

I was really happy.

These thin blue eyes and hair are enough to make you like them.

Oh, if I could, again, I wanted to see that smile.