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

"What!?

"What happened!?

I hear mixed voices of confusion, surprise and all sorts of other emotions.

At the end of the day, you can hear all sorts of noises mixed with rags, golong gollons, and paralysis, and you can hear some slightly dangerous sounds like Mississippi from the walls.

If I looked down, the remains of a door-like object that had fallen apart into pieces of wood were rolling around with the remains that would have been part of the wall.

If you step on it with your bare feet, it seems dangerous enough that it might snap pieces of wood like thorns.

Yeah, why not.

I don't know what blew up.

This could never have happened at Mr. Augusto's house. What? Seriously. Oh, no. This is scary.

At the time I thought about it, the knowledge that seemed to answer the question passed my brain.

When too much magic comes into contact with something with low magic content, magic can become magic and flow into it.

However, because the magic content of matter has its own limits, the phenomenon that occurs when it is crossed is collapse or a phenomenon similar to the outburst of magic, or "explosion”.

No, I mean, after all, what the hell is that supposed to mean?

I've never done that before!

Searching, please wait.

There was one applicable case.

Special processing is carried out by first-class craftsmen to prevent magic from becoming an exorcism and flowing into aristocratic dishes, clothing and equipment, which are therefore very expensive.

Here it is!

When I dug back Mr. Augusto's knowledge into the potato ceremony from that knowledge, it was said that many noblemen had high basic magic, so using something that was not processed like that would destroy it.

It should be noted that it seems that even humans die worst when they touch it, so nobility basically requires gloves.

That would marry a magical person. 'Cause you're gonna die.

They don't die if you're used to using magic, but I think I've figured out why nobles have to marry each other.

... Even so, I wondered why the doors were not machined like that, but now that I think about it, I remember that it was too little that I opened the doors myself.

No, me, I always had the butler open the door...?

... butler even if you don't think about it, is it because this doesn't happen...?

And I thought gloves were annoying every day, but that's why you did it.

And if you look closely, it's been processed a lot. Awesome.

I thought it was all to keep that majesty because Mr. Augusto is great, but that didn't happen at all.

I'm sorry I misunderstood you. What the hell, Mr. Augusto?

Yeah, but why did you blow up the door when you still wear gloves??

I can't keep my power down like this! Is that what this is about? Shit.

I checked it and I could tell it really looked like it, and it wasn't funny at all.

It's been less than ten seconds since I've thought about it, so I don't know if it's Mr. Augusto's thinking power. That's amazing, right?

Yeah, I wonder what I'm right about this. I don't know.

If I had escaped such a reality, my vision would have been quieter as to what the dust and other things had settled.

What happens then is that I can be seen by anyone.

"Hey, what is that?"

"Nobility...?

"What the hell..."

The confusion voices heard from all over seemed to draw attention to the part about that, what the hell I am.

What were you doing?

Akan, the blast made my head white.

Uh, oh, yeah, I'm here to drop a bomb for someone who means something different.

It wasn't the physical one, it was the bomb speech one.

I wonder why the door blew up better.

Well, I guess it had an impact. You can fix it later, right?

Have you come this far around the corner and will you do your best?

Honestly, it's messed up, but I'll have to do it, so I'll do it. Damn it.

"Well, now we can go outside, how long are you guys going to be there?

When I spoke frustratingly, I said something really spicy and it made me sound like that, but I wonder if it's Augusto's standard equipment. This.

It made me sound like I was making a fool of myself even though the content was subtle. Is this awesome? I don't know.

I think something similar happened before, but I forgot.

If you look right at me, how many men are looking at me like I'm on guard...? It's a hassle, okay?

I know you'll find out soon, but it's not the time.

"Damn, lord's money......!

"What the hell, I didn't hear this coming...!

"I don't know what to do...!

Don't talk like that, this one's a dick.

It's such a line to come out with such an ikeoji in front of you. I don't understand these guys at all, but I wonder if that eye is a pit.

Uh, I'm angry. - Seriously. I think I'll bust these guys. No, we're all going to die, stop.

"When this happens, you're gonna have to do it!

"Protect your priest!

"Whoa whoa!!

With each temper in my thoughts, all I got was the feeling that it was kind of hot and painful for the guys to come together to block my path and peel out their teeth and stare at me like they were intimidating me.

I'm sorry, but if you guys take control or something, there's going to be a dead man, so I want you to be a little rough.

"Wait, gentlemen!

"No, Father! They're gonna kill me!

"That's right! You're the one who shouldn't die!

Found Osama trying to stop the men in a hurry.

Father, Father, I'm sure he's a priest because they say so.

But even though the priest himself was trying so hard to stop it, the men around him pushed the priest backwards to hide it on purpose.

I want you to grow up, but don't let me get in your way for nothing, that's just brainwashed.

"I need to speak to the priest, not you, but would you please step back?

"Shut up, you aristocrats!

"Father, you're not bad!

"That's right! Father, what are you doing?

My words got kicked out of the way.

I wonder why the hell you're not too scared when you're in front of guys who come looking at you so hard while you're round your back.

After all, maybe it's because you've become an unknown being, like a sage, or you absolutely are, but I'm just tired of thinking deeply about it, so I'll go through it again this time. Yes.

"Well, if it's not bad, why hide it? What you're doing will help with the crime, but I don't think you're aware of it."

"What!?

"If you don't understand, let me tell you again, your actions are an aid to crime."

"Really... you're trying to delude me by saying something hard!?

Something suddenly got magical.

Apparently, he made me think he made a fool of himself.

I wonder as an adult that I don't know how to help.

No, I had no idea what that meant until I looked it up when it came out in the script, either, but I guess it's some kind of help in the atmosphere, or so, even though I figured it out.

Yeah eh......

No, I was thinking something like that, but seriously...

I don't think it's much of a good idea for an adult to just be magical with a thought renunciation without a bare gesture to think about it...

You can't do that, can you?

It doesn't matter because you're a civilian or a nobleman, right?

"Don't tell me, is the man in charge here the priest's house? Why hide it?"

"Ugh! I don't know what nobles are saying!

"Well, then you think your actions could strangle the priest."

"I don't know how!

Uh, no, these guys. It's a race we can't talk about completely.

I thought you were retarded, but you're so bad so far..., you're not okay, this realm.

I'm not that smart, but I think it's pretty bad that I'm not smarter than that.

I don't think I'm pretty bad either, even though I'm not smart enough to think of Japan's high standard of education from Mr. Augusto's knowledge, but this time I'm going through.

Um, it's troublesome, but I need a witness in this case, and then I'm bad at stunning you, so I guess I should just disable you.

Um, you know what?

"Stuff!?

"Wow!?

When I put my hands up gently and pressured them like I was holding them from the top with magic while doing the motion of lowering them, they became funny enough to get along with the floor.

To the point of not dying, but not being able to move, it seems a little difficult to talk at last.

Something sounded very painful like gatun or gothin, but to the extent that I fell, you'll be fine. These idiots, I don't know. I'm sure. Maybe.

By the way, I've already given up thinking about how I could do this. I don't know anymore.

"Well, now we're going to have a conversation with the priest, aren't we?

"Damn, Father! Please run!

The men who roll on the floor but desperately speak to the priest, and the priest who is grated right and left as if deliberately troubled.

You look sweet, but you look like you're some kind of belly-up.

Well, I guess I'm belly black because I can actually do this kind of crime.

I mean, why do you think I kill a priest or something, these guys? I knew it was a saving hole, right, eyes?

I'm a pacifist who never wants to kill or anything.

"Running away? In that case, the sin will only get worse."

"This one, this one!

When I gave the priest the impassioned and thankful advice, a boy with the same atmosphere I had seen somewhere shouted.

I forgot where it was, but it doesn't matter, so no.

Nevertheless, the priest and everyone but me are getting along with the floor, so the boy is, of course, getting along with the floor, but I guess he's a priest to the boy more than that.

"Dastardly? Well, I haven't hurt anyone,"

Oh, I'll exclude Takobu. And abrasions.

"Shut up! You keep saying nasty things so you know what I mean!

I guess you said something that hard because you were so lucky.

I'm not that smart myself, so I can't say anything that hard.

Though I thought about it, it didn't work out as a result, so I felt that I should verify to what extent it would work.

"Hmm, I'd like to ask you one thing, is there anyone in this city who doesn't like you?

"There's no way you're here!

I don't know which one went, but I got a response from one of them, so it turns out that if you put it this way, it makes sense.

"Well, there's never been a criminal out there."

"You bet! Don't distract me!

When I looked at the boy and asked him, he returned a kicking reply.

Do criminals, also go to children? I'm biased.

"I mean, you think nobility is evil?

"That's right! Father, you didn't do anything wrong!

A boy who's freshly canned and barked like a puppy who threatens you if you ask.

Wrong, yelling boy.

What I learned from all the responses so far was that, brilliantly, they were all infected with bad ideas.

Don't you just know that you've never had a criminal?

I know you assume that people who have become criminals are victims set up by nobility, but that's also due to ignorance in the end, and I can only say that you're seriously crazy.

That's not funny. When you get here.

"Well, then pack your bags and get out of this country."

"Ha!?

Surprisingly eye-opening boys and then the men around them.

He had given up his thoughts to the point where it was obvious that he didn't understand his position.

If you think about it a little bit, you'll know that they didn't understand it.

"What the fuck is that!?

"It was the king who recognized the existence of nobility.

To differ from it would be against the king's decision.

If you don't like that, it'll be the easiest thing to do to get out. "

I politely answer the boy's call, seriously kind.

Isn't it so sweet of me to explain it properly to you, right? It's broken treatment, isn't it?

But in other words, they were not convinced at all, so they began to complain about it.

"You're kidding!! Why should I leave the country where my ancestors lived?

"Are you fooling me!?

"Don't take it personally!

"Which one are you on your own?

I was upset, so I said it back, but I don't think I have a choice.

I had a sense that I was watching the men rolling on the floor with a very cold gaze.

I also understand that Mr. Augusto has done that much to them, but I really wanted to say it.

But it seems that Augusto's gaze didn't work for them, stupid and blunt enough to be stiff with fear if they could read the air or be smart.

They began to summon whatever they wanted.

"What if the nobles who were so extravagant in our taxes weren't on their own!

"That's right!! don't need nobility from now on!!

I see.

"So you don't need a budget to guard the city, do you?

"What?"

"And the budget for fixing the broken walls, oh yeah, we don't have to fix the flooded embankment from now on."

"Wait! What makes you do that!?

Arm yourself with dignity as you look down at the men roughing up your voice if you don't understand why.

And tilting his head loosely, he deliberately showed a distressing bare gesture so that he looked heartfelt strange.

"Hmm, you didn't know what taxes were collected for and what they were used for?

You're so knowledge biased. It's not funny at all though.

It must be common sense.

From what I've seen, these guys are still young, so I guess this is about it.

I guess it would have been worse in a few more years. Scary. Scary.

Well, if you don't know, shall I teach you a kind one?

"The taxes you receive from your city are the national taxes you send to the king, as well as the cost of maintaining the city, maintaining the roads, maintaining the soldiers, and saving when things happen.

My living expenses are comparable to the tears of a sparrow. "

Well, it's supposed to be annotated.

Oh, my God, Mr. Augusto was dressed.

In the meantime, let that be in the name of saving when things happen.

If you sell it, you save money. I'm not wrong. Yeah.

"Well, from now on, we won't be able to get support from other territories in the years of inactivity, but what choice do we have? Nobles are evil, so you don't even want to rely on nobles from other lands, do you?

"Are you going to abandon this land!?

Roughing up his voice like a priest panicked.

Oh, you're in trouble on purpose.

You look so troubled if they do that, but... it's an act, this.

It's been awesome for a while, but I was about to look so happy right now, that Osama.

I see, his primary purpose is to make the world know I'm incompetent.

Heh, convenient. Then let's get on with it.

"No, I'm just going to advise the king.

They say this territory will be independent of our country.

Of course, I'll pay back all taxes I've ever received. "

"Nah......!

This would spread to the world that I'm incompetent, wouldn't it?

Then comes all sorts of negative options, but it's nothing good!

Explore the priest as he looks at the confused priests rather than surprised and the joyfully laughing men.

"That's good! Do it quickly!

"You shouldn't! That's all you can do!

Now I saw a priest desperately trying to stop him, and I felt like I saw a priest's purpose.

"Why are you stopping me, Father!?

"If that happens, this city is over! It's seen as a willingness to rebel, and it's a kill!

"What!?

"It was you, Father, who raised you so you wouldn't even know that much, was it? Good for you. Fine rebel work."

"Huh...!

If the only purpose was to discredit me, the priest would have gotten on with what he said earlier.

Because if you sneak away multiplied by the chaos of rebel control, you're mission complete.

But the fact that you're trying to stop without getting on with it should mean there's something else to it.

Shall I shake it up a little to find out?

"Father, it's a gift of your education."

"I have no idea what you're trying to say..."

"Oh, you don't have to be modest.

Thanks to you, all the people are idiots who hate nobility, just like you pushed them with your judgment. "

"Don't speak ill of me, Father!

Hear the boy call out and think about what to say to them.

When I get here, I think I'll have to say that already.

The time has come to throw it down, you may say.

"You're healthy, you don't even know you're being fooled, you're really healthy.

Then let me tell you that such a healthy gentleman has a charge against the priest. "

"What!?

"One, the sin of robbing people of the opportunity to brainwash and learn"

"One, the sin of imprisoning people and disrupting the city"

"And finally, the crime of assaulting young children."

I will reveal my guilt as I count my fingers, keeping a grand attitude.

Come on, the bomb dropped.

The question is what happens from here.

The priest's reaction should show his purpose.

And after this statement, it also determines what happens to the existence of Augusto Verstein depending on how things fall.

For a long time I looked at the priest as I felt my heart striking an early bell.