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

"Please wait!

The resounding voice stopped acting.

Then I stopped breathing for a moment.

Fogging away the magic that was trying to take the lives of thousands of people on this scene, I exhale.

I was ready, but I was relieved because I was somewhat scared and why.

Is that what stopped it?

I'll think about this later.

Slowly raise your gaze to see the Lord of Voices.

It was a dead tree grandfather who was there.

The grandfather is a different type than the grandfather I know.

If that sage Jijii is a wizard grandfather coming out of a picture book, the prime minister looks like a very kind grandfather in the neighborhood.

And if you look at this guy, he's a tough grandfather whose personality is going to twist with his hips.

I feel that the shorter hair and beard add to the severity.

But what bothered me more than that was that behind him were a lot of grandpas and grandmothers of all kinds.

Mm-hmm.

………… What is the situation?

With my abandoned mind, I wondered if I could let them walk through the rubble and some corridors like this to their wicked grandpa and grandmother. I magically pulled the rolling rubble to the left and right.

Then the old people start walking at a sure pace.

"Eh, Grandpa?

"... ah, Grandma..."

Some of the men raised their voices in surprise and stared at the old men approaching.

It was the moment we arrived at each of the kinsmen.

"Kwaaaaaaa! What are you gonna do, you fucking kids?

"Kane, what about your fishing!? What are you doing here?

The shouting began everywhere.

Hih

"Oh, sorry, Grandma!

Because I'm flirting with the floor, Grandpa and Grandma are relentlessly shaking down their favorite canes and shoes to men who are crawling on the ground and can't move.

It sounds good with the camphor bassin, but I think maybe it can do a lot of stuff.

... well, I'm not gonna die, okay?

"You do this! How worried Razette was!

"My sister has nothing to do with this right now!

"Damn it! Towards the family! It doesn't matter!

"Hey, Grandpa! It hurts!"

"Don't hurt, you son of a bitch!

"Uhh, hey, Grandma! It hurts!"

"I didn't eat yesterday because you're a hard worker!

"You can't die if you drain a meal!

"Dinner is stupid! Oh, that's frustrating!

"You haven't changed a meal or two!

"It's embarrassing! Take away my only pleasure!

"It's too delicious!!

As soon as I noticed the increase in signs, I saw a group of women carrying blunt instruments, such as frying pans and balls, who looked like they followed their cursing grandparents.

Showa's mother passed behind her head, but each of them was a completely different type of person.

"You? What are you doing here?

"Kara, no, I'm here for the future of this city...."

"The future? Is this the future of this city more than tomorrow?

"No, that's not why... when the city gets better, we'll get better tomorrow..."

"What's so important about you is your strength. But I really don't like places where people don't realize how much trouble they're causing."

Eh, hey, ma

"I'll beat you till you reflect."

"Gyaaaaaaaaaa!?

Maybe it's because I don't have the confidence in my arm.

The most painful blunt object, the grown-up sister who beats her husband in the corner of the cutting board.

"You!! Where are you walking?

Millie, this is for the city.

"No kidding! What kind of mouth says you're making such a scene and thinking about the city!!

"Well, that's...."

"I don't want to hear any excuses! Trouble people!

"Yikes! Oh, I'm sorry!

The plump and strong core of onee-sama's blunt weapon is a big one.

"My brother's idiot!!

"Hehe!? Lila, what are you doing to your brother?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! This is the worst thing you can do!

"Whether you cry or hit me!

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaahh!!

"Yikes!!

Apparently the youngest girl who seems to be victorious is her sister.

She is the youngest and therefore powerless, her blunt weapon is something like a frying pan. I can't tell if it's really a frying pan that's shaken too fast.

Each of them seems to be in terrible pain, but maybe they deserve it.

But if you want to describe this state of affairs in one word, it is precisely a nose scream.

The women kept beating their husbands and family until the cookware became Bekobeko.

The old men's canes were merely blunt objects because they were beaten in the handles from the middle.

After all, no one will die because of the power of women and the elderly, but they were able to instigate instinctive fear.

The men gradually became tearful eyes and finally broke their hearts so beautifully that they begged me to stop.

He endured a lot of sermons, tears, and other things from his family.

I look at men who have become like machines repeating their apologies without even taking any moves.

I feel like I've been mentally worse than I am.

Honestly, let's see! I just don't think so... yeah, I don't mind.

Men seem to be the hardest to break their self-esteem, so it's only natural for the weak to break their hearts.

Incidentally, what the priest was doing the other day, was his brain freezing in an unexpected situation, and he opened his mouth and stood in a bare state of indignation.

It should be noted that it is currently in progress.

I can't help it.

My grandfather, who was at the beginning, came before me, thinking it was stingy.

It was about a meter away, and if it was further away, we wouldn't have been able to have a conversation in this noise.

"My lord, I'm sorry I'm late."

That being said, the grandfather thanked the people of this world for their nobility, for their kneeling, for all kinds of behavior, and then lowered his head.

I hope you don't have to do it because it looks bad on your knees, but I don't think so.

I am worried, so I urge you to lightly raise one hand early enough.

Then the grandfather stood up slowly, so I decided to ask.

"Hmm... is that the power of the old man?

"No, this is what men deserve. Most importantly, I am most grateful to you for disabling the men."

This kind of feeling, like sincere gratitude, makes you really confused.

No, that's not why I did it.

In fact, I didn't think this would happen at all.

Well, I feel like it's the most peaceful and yet the most miserable thing.

In this case, the men decided that they had to live like this for the rest of their lives.

Somehow I feel sorry for you, but I think you deserve it.

"Still, gathering them would have been tough."

"It's for the Welstein realm, we have to do this."

The grandfather, smiling and laughing, looked nostalgic somewhere.

I don't think I've ever met him before... but since his appearance may change after the month and day, maybe he has met with Auguste somewhere before. I don't know.

My grandfather strayed.

"Besides, I also helped a kind adventurer who was not alone."

"Well, thank you for that."

"There it is....."

Grandpa looks back.

Behind that was an overly familiar essay.

"I'm sure you are...."

"They say it's an A-class adventure."

"Well, thank you very much for the other day!

It's Ricardo from the Class A Adventurer Party "Shizuku no Mori"!

I wanted to blame it on you, but Yamashita-san was born in an awesome way and I couldn't help but notice that. Who is it, Yamashita-san?

No, no, calm down, me.

"Hmm, did you come to this city... or did you get a report?"

"Ah, that's right, but it seems that the investigation team was dispatched because of a magical reaction that was too large..., as soon as I came to the report."

I see.

I have too much in mind!!

Is it me? Is it me?

No, but it's the dragon, isn't it?

That dragon is all bad, isn't it?

I'm not bad, am I?

All right, here's what we'll do later.

Thank you for your help.

"Damn it! This much before breakfast!

I'll let this old man through for now.

I'm not going anywhere right now, I'm sorry.

"By the way, my lord, they look... like they've seen it somewhere...?

The grandfather tilted his neck with a strange face when he saw the tight children floating in the air.

"Ah, the priest hid it in the basement, apparently with the same face as the missing children of this city."

"Nh....! Ah, no way...! Hey, somebody!

Dahl and the others, Cain and the others, just call me!!

"Okay, okay!

Someone's lightest sister flips over a distorted frying pan in one hand at the grandfather's sad voice.

There were five pairs of men and women brought in less than five minutes, and the moment they saw the children at first glance, they each rushed to the children they knew.

That's the thing that keeps me floating in space, so I'll gently lower myself in front of them.

Some weep loudly, while others weep silently as they weep.

Even the men who were getting along with the floor were watching their condition with a stiff spit.

I wonder how many children have been depleted, but there are still no signs of waking up.

It was already tight when I protected it, so I could imagine that I hadn't been satisfied with food or water for the past few days because of my slightly floating ribs and poor complexion.

No matter how many spirits used magic to heal it, it was a human child's body that lacked nutrition.

There's a limit to what's going on.

Rather, it may be a miracle that he is not dead.

However, it must have been helpless for the priest to be resurrected from indifference.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be fooled! We still don't know if they're really your children!

The unconscious priest, whose face was distorted by contempt, shouted with a similar expression to that of mockery.

Instead of adding water to the touching reunion, I was irritated by an innocent priest who sprayed cold water with a hose, but there's nothing I can do about it.

"When I protected her, I couldn't see her face! There is no guarantee that this nobleman will not alter his face!!"

That's the line I heard a while ago. That's enough.

"Don't joke!!"

It was the black-haired woman who raised her voice of anger.

"Am I wrong to see my beloved child, whom I have divided blood with? He's definitely my boy!

"Yes! The more important the child you have, the easier it is to distinguish!

"You idiot! You've been hiding it all along!

I understood the reaction, but for the priest it was an unexpected counterattack, and the priest's angry face twitched.

"If we were desperately looking for a child, why didn't you tell us?!

"Well, that's...."

"Even if I don't know my face, that's all I need if I'm alive! Why did you ignore us!?"

Come on, Father, are you stupid?

A plan is said to be the first plan to be able to cope with unforeseen situations.

Someone said this was just for sale.

I wonder how good I thought I was.

I wonder what would happen because there are only idiots in this city.

"No, I wasn't sure! Something like that evidence that these are the children of this city!

"Father, you were very close to my child, right? I'm always with you now, Richard, just like you! Even if you didn't know your face, you didn't know your manners or your voice."

"You can't do that... no matter how many priests you have, you don't know what other people's children are."

"Even so! If you were protecting a nearby child, you should have told us that!

Isn't it?

You can see the shallowness of the priest when you can't make it.

"Well, like this one, what if?"

"But how could you only protect the children of this city...? Wasn't there anyone else?

"No, just the kids here."

Returns only words that are not unnatural to someone's words, such as confirmation.

"It's a coincidence, but you seem lucky."

Wow, it's white. And then Doya's face got angry. I want to hit you.

But if you do that now, you won't know which one is the bad guy, so I have to be careful. The smell is troublesome.

Somehow, I was about to seriously put my anger on the surface, so I could push it in desperately anyway.

Then I realized that there was one of my mothers.

"Is that...? Speaking of which, my child missed the priest as much as Richard did...."

"Speaking of which, my child too...."

Wait, something's wrong.

The question spread like sasasanami, and it seemed to have become a clear suspicion among them.

"Dahl's daughter disappeared first, Cain and this child, and then my child...."

"One by one, the children who were getting along with the priest are gone...?

Suspicion, suspicion, and objective facts fit together like puzzle pieces.

"This is also a coincidence...?

"Is it such a coincidence?

My head is sick, and if the number of people gathers, what can I do?

Even so, it may have been a result of everyday hard work that people who tried and made mistakes every day for one purpose had a better perception than the regular associative games group.

"Gentlemen, what's wrong with your faces..."

The sight of their priests was as if they were looking at something horrible.

"Mom...? Is that your father too..., a dream...?

The young voices blurted as the adults drooling.

A boy in a state of dreaming was blurry and open his eyes.

Other families who were stimulated by tears and lacrimal glands also watched with tearful eyes.

"Roy, you're awake!

"It's not a dream, it's not a dream, Roy! Mom, I'm here!

"That's a lie, because the priest said that no one would ever notice, so I won't see my father and mother again....."

The words of the boy, spinned with a spoiled voice with an intermittent, weepy smile, shocked almost all the people around him.

"What...?!?"

"That's why this is a dream... I don't want to wake up... Father does terrible things every day..."

The boy who told him to murmur slowly closed his eyes.

His parents were in a hurry to wonder if he had died for a moment, but when they saw the boy's chest rising and falling, they exhaled.

So it was the incredibly angry priest who sandwiched his mouth without sexual punishment.

With a big finger pointing at me, he shouted grandly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be fooled! This is all the magical brainwashing of the nobles!

Yeah, I guess so.

"I've been wondering, what's the point of this brainwashing?

"Did you hear that!? This is how the nobles do it! If brainwashing is pointless... pointless!?"

Thank you for overreacting like a comedy actor. I'm not grateful at all.

"I can solve brainwashing someday. Besides, if you do it magically, there is only a risk that your people will be reduced by side effects, and magic brainwashing is the magic part of darkness. I have no idea how much magic I use.

Why does it have to be that bad?

My attributes seem to be ice, but it seems to be a derivative of water, so I don't know what to do because I don't want them to be dark attributes.

If this sage thinks too seriously, perhaps he can, but I can't because an ethical one is more impossible than impossible. No, I don't think so.

There are a lot of strange words, but I don't think I'm that smart, so I want you to take a good look. I wonder who you're telling.

"Huh?

The confused priest didn't hide his upset, but he tried hard to say something, but he turned his gaze to the right and left as if nothing had come to mind.

"I don't know, but don't you know the magic attributes?

There are six attributes: light, darkness, fire, water, wind, and earth, but light and darkness are rare attributes, and only those who lead to darkness can use the blood of the demons.

Do you think a nobleman who values his blood will accept it?

"It's a trick! There are no nobles who care about such things!

"That's your subjectivity. That's not true."

"What is it!?"

"The nobles who draw the blood of the demons stopped 12 years ago."

There is no reason why neighboring countries with demons as their enemies should not be targeting them. You'll be the first to be targeted, right?

Well, if you hire a demon, you might be able to brainwash him, but I think he's going to take the money.

According to Hidden, people in this world don't sell technology cheaply.

Maybe even the hair on my ass will be ripped off. Physically, not as a cliché.

"Ugh, shut up, shut up! You'll always be lined up with things that are convenient to you, and you won't know if it's true!

That line, the guys around here said something similar, right?

What are you talking about?

It's a conspiracy! A trick! Everything!

"Your words and deeds have nothing, no evidence, no basis."

In support of my words, the eyes of the priests around me are cold.

None of the words of the distressed priest seemed to resonate with anyone's heart.

"Why don't you believe me!? How much I think I've come for this city! Remove the mood of filthy kids, lower your head if you don't want to lower it, and listen to the crazy stories of people with bad heads! I've led all the brain deficiencies who want to make the best decisions!

Wow, something amazing has come out of it.

I thought it was a piece of shit, but it's a piece of shit.

Root rot.

"Don't joke, you're wasting everything...!

"Don't bully the priest! I wish I could stop by!

The boy, whose understanding seemed not to have kept pace, cried out loudly as he crawled on the floor.

The nearby grandmother crouched down beside her as she cried out to forgive her.

"... you've been deceived, look at the reality."

"That was a lie!

His face screaming for denial is a complex mix of emotions.

"Hey, Father! Everything is a lie! I can't believe they were missing in this city!

"Richard...."

The boy's face is laughing, but I think the expression "empty laughter" is the closest.

Seeing such a healthy man, the people around him distort his face with remorse, and then the priest starts walking toward him in a fluttering manner.

"It's impossible to do something terrible every day!

The priest won't answer. But I took a step forward.

"Because the priest tried to help them!

The priest hasn't answered yet. The grandmother, who was next to the boy, stood up in a hurry and retreated to the priest as he swayed.

"You don't think we're filthy kids!

The priest still won't answer. I just stare at the boy with no expression.

"... Father?

At last a priest came before the boy.

He then kneels right next to the boy and puts his hand on the boy's cheek.

"Ahh... those eyes, I want to see them."

It was a sticky, disgusting smile.

"It's shining, its eyes are really beautiful with despair, suspicion, hope and expectation, and then trust and confusion."

The smell of breath, which became less saliva due to tension and excitement, smelled alive, and the saliva sticking to the upper teeth and the lower teeth pulled the thread.

"But the brightest ones are the desperately dyed eyes."

Disgust and despair make the boy's expression twitch.

Right, right, right.

The hand of the priest, slowly stretched out to the boy,

"Yes, that's it."

Someone grabbed me and stopped me with such a light word.

"Ha!?"

"Don't go any further, Father. You've gone too far."

There was a familiar gray-silver man and a thin green gray man with a fox face ─ ─ ─ ─