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

6.

After that, when I went back to the dining room, I only took up the dishes for one person for now and entrusted the rest to the private soldiers who came later.

Of course, the portion I split was delicious, but yeah, I thought I'd get heartburn.

As an actress I was concerned about dietary restrictions, it was a bunch of speechless meat dishes.

No, it was delicious, wasn't it?

But definitely high cholesterol levels.

You can't feed a middle-aged man. I'm going to get sick. I'm going to die soon. No, you can't.

That's me, but from now on, I'm in a situation where I have to face what I've been intentionally trying not to care about.

If you turn your gaze to people's signs, there's a butler who laughs calmly.

"Sir, the bathroom is ready, I'll show you around, go this way"

That's right. It's a bath.

Uh-huh!!

I wanted to cry by accident, but there's no way I could do that.

I felt like a child who didn't like the injection anymore, but didn't put it on the table at all, and walked out to follow the butler.

And it's a bath you've arrived in, what's this shame play?

"Sir, what have you done?

"No, never mind"

Naked, I had my body washed by a butler for some reason.

... great people don't wash themselves, I mean, you can't wash them, I didn't want to know.

I don't know, but this seems to be the butler's job, too.

Deacon does this.

I knew I didn't want to know.

What should I do? I want to cry.

Whatever it is, I don't think this is it.

All right... at times like this, you can only think about other things, right?

Speaking of which, I hear there's usually soap in this world.

It's still used to wash my body, but the difficulty is that it doesn't smell very good.

You don't have a choice, it's not modern Japan.

I think that world was very specialized in beauty as well.

I don't know how to do that, so I can improve the beauty world in this world and everything!

Well, maybe if I could do that, I could get rid of the financial difficulties and stuff right away.

But take the craftsman from somewhere, not the take-out... what the hell, okay?

Anyway, what I can do is pull it and make it appropriate.

I don't know what that means.

Oh, speaking of which, one more thing.

It's like Mr. Augusto's body, marks of a meat crack in a lean medal, skin that should have been stretched by weight gain, and no beautiful sapphire, but is this because Mr. Augusto is no longer human?

I don't know, sculpture is as good a muscle as it is bright blue.

...... Something's wrong with the expression, why did you sculpt blue, me.

Well, that's good.

But it's amazing.

I wonder if you mean balanced flesh, I thought it would be awesome if I took it off, but all I can say is that it's already brilliant.

... groin?

I don't know.

'Cause I don't want to see it.

You're naked, so no comes into your sight even if you respond, but if you push it out of your consciousness, ala wonder, you can get through.

It's a lie. I can't.

But if there's only one thing I can say, it's not Mr. Elephant or anything like that.

Let us remain silent any longer.

I don't want to think about it.

Yeah, I wonder who the hell I'm telling you.

... I wonder if you call this a question to yourself.

"...... I feel like it's been a long time since I've looked after your husband"

"Mm-hmm."

Two, answer to the words of the muttered butler, that's all, like a reflex.

"Recently, it seemed to be a maid's job, not mine..., no, I'm sorry"

Isn't that sexual harassment?

Huh? Like that painting pig was letting the maid wash herself?

Modern times can be a crime, right?

If they sue you, you lose?

Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Augusto's idiot.

What are you doing? Seriously.

"... seems to have annoyed them a lot, too."

"Sir......"

"Tomorrow morning, no wonder half of them are gone."

Because it's sexual harassment.

I don't think I have a choice. If pigs would let me do that.

"... even so, I'm here to support you."

"Right."

I have a serial vibe, but my head was filled with only the fact that the butler was washing my body and making sure I didn't care about my groin.

Then for a while, I was finally freed from the bath of hell, but I was struck by a reality that wouldn't even allow me to wipe my body with a cloth.

The butler washes his body in every corner and wipes it in every corner.

You endured to keep it out of your face a lot, didn't you? I, I worked so hard.

Meh, good luck!

... hey, nobility, that's amazing.

I can't think of a common man, like this.

Me, blurry and desperate, sitting in my own desk chair.

Oh, by the way, as a result of being made to change, the only clothes I have right now are tailored shirts and trousers.

Anyway, before I get carried away, until I'm this old, I wonder what this goes on every day, and I just have to be desperate until I get used to it.

Can you get used to it?

'Cause it's a total shame play. Um...

Now, definitely, you must have dead eyes. What a thought, and, uh, the sound of a knock echoed into the room.

"Who?"

"It's in Alfredo, I brought Sherrier the needle."

"... in."

"... is"

And the butler opened the door and came in with one woman

The woman, with blonde hair and blue eyes, was a very beautiful person,...... but for some reason her eyes are dead.

... the next moment I thought, why are you looking at me like that, I saw the woman in my eyes.

"Huh...!"

The woman's eyes glistening as she breathed in surprised.

Oh, what?

"Oh well...! Oh my...!"

With her hands on her mouth, the woman, who said so with pleasure somewhere, approached me with a patter as it was for some reason.

Hey, what? What the sudden.

"... a lady like you doesn't come near a man as dark as that.

That's what I say, take a distance from the woman.

No, I can't believe I'm closing in on a man who takes a bath.

All men are wolves!

I'm not at all.

I don't have a better hobby for Sotch.

Then the woman opens her mouth in a hurry to thank the lady just as she realizes

"Oh! I'm sorry about this. He looked so lovely he was so creative, he said."

"Hmm, that's an honor"

I see, is that why you were inspired by the artisan soul for the rest of your Ikeoji?

I don't know what else to do, but don't think you should be a little more careful, if it wasn't for me, I'd definitely have a meal.

You're beautiful enough for me to admit, so I want you to be firm in self-defense, not at all.

Without knowing my thoughts such as that, she did not take my advice as a thing, and once again thought that she had come close, she began to circle around me with joy.

"My husband is going to look great in any costume, and he will have arms!

I figured it might be blue to match your hair and eye color, but, black, no, even if you put gold as a finger color, oh! What shall we do!

I pulled a little on her when she was tense and curly with a career career, but I don't think I can help it.

But, well, I'm not putting that on the table.

'Cause if I let it out, it'll lose its majesty.

"Well, apparently, I'm a good fit for your glasses."

"No, that's outrageous! Rather, I can only thank you now for choosing me from the many needles in the country at that time!

I mean, I thought you didn't like it so much before.

However, it seems to be a tremendous sneeze, very different from when I came into the room.

Could this be the original girlfriend?

Calm down for now, or I'll say something, but I'll be fine.

This looks like he had those dead eyes because he doesn't like having to make Mr. Augusto's clothes like that pig.

"... is that good? I guess you hate me, don't you?

I decided to ask for confirmation.

"That kind of inspired my willingness to create and it blew me away! Sincerely, I will serve you!

Oh, really?

"Well, let's just say I'll take care of it. But it's too late now. Show your face today, I guess, Alfredo."

"Yes, of course."

I was so confident.

I'm afraid of the butler's trust.

Yeah, okay, I don't think. I don't think.

"Then I don't mind later. Come again."

"Yes! Then I'll come up to you again when I can design a meal."

She laughed happily. She was so beautiful.

I feel a little sorry for the contents, but let's just say it's my fault.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it."

After I said it, I thought of it.

"But apart from that, can I ask you a favor?

"Oh, why not?"

Tell her to lean her little neck strangely, mixed with a slight bitter smile.

"I'm having trouble wearing a lot of clothes because I've changed shape."

"Should I fix that?

"No, I was wondering if you could buy it."

Anyway, this house is going to be in financial difficulty.

I'd like to add a little bit.

"Buy it, is it?... hmm."

"Is there a problem?

"It's hard to say, but your husband's costume was dedicated to your husband, so..."

If I asked her frankly, reluctantly as troubled, it was those words that came back.

I see, you cared that way.

"Oh, it must be that size, if you break it down, I think you can use it fully as a fabric, don't you?

"As fabric, is it?

"Isn't that right? Even if there was someone who could dress like that, someone would buy my old clothes.

The fabric must be the finest, huh? Then I'd like you to buy it as fabric, not as a costume, would you?

"Well, if that's the case, there's nothing wrong with that!, don't even let me buy it!

When I explained my intentions to her, who seemed surprised, she was happy to agree.

All right, that's okay.

Oh, and then, I don't know if I can handle that one either.

"Right. Thank you for that. And one more thing, do you mind?

"I don't mind, please tell me what it is"

Now I take her out of my sight slightly to figure out what it is, and I look at the butler.

"... Alfredo."

"Yes, why not?"

If you call me in, you immediately approach me and kneel, Deacon.

Why are you acting like that, I'll pull.

How about, if you care, you lose.

"The old costume, besides what I'm wearing now, would it be?

Yes, apparently, I'm wearing old clothes right now.

"Yes, I'll sit down for a few... anything?

I told the butler, who looked at me somewhere surprised, to fold up for now.

"It's a costume from 12 years ago, but I can still wear it. Right?

"You're right, I thought it was out of date now."

"Yes, that's it."

'Yes?'

Um, when I nodded and affirmed, I didn't know why, and the two voiced each other with a look that I could tell was obvious.

"I want her to do something about it."

"What's going on?

The butler, whose expression had returned to a gentle smile as if it were a lie, asked me in an atmosphere to confirm.

Yeah, well, you don't have a subject.

If the instructions are not accurate, we do not know what will happen.

For this reason, it will be explained as easily, yet briefly as possible.

"Once we've broken it all down, we'll rebuild it as a new costume. Change the design, of course."

Quick story, I'm talking about remaking it because I don't have a body.

I can't imagine how much I'm wearing a costume at all, but I know it's expensive.

All rich clothes are expensive and good for nothing, and that would be common in all worlds.

Then I don't have to buy or throw away all the new ones because they are old.

That's the thing.

Even though she's an actress, she smells like a commoner because she didn't sell it.

Don't be a commoner.

"Well! How innovative! You make nostalgia and the current fashion live together!?

I don't know what it is, but I decided to leave her on her own.

It's a pain in the ass, so let's do that.

"Well, that's the thing. Alfredo."

"Ha, I'm in awe. I'll take care of it."

"Mm-hmm. I asked for it.

As a result, I threw a round after all.

You have no choice, do you?

And then the butler took me, and Mr. Needle walked out of this room.

Drop them off and sit on the edge of a big bed in vain.

......... Now we finally have a situation where all we have to do is sleep.

For a moment, I thought about doing the paperwork again, but I'd like to digest a little of all the things that came after me.

I feel that there is a lot behind me, but I have no regrets because I did it myself.

Anyway, I'm going to digest a lot of one.

For example, what can Mr. Augusto do now?

As I had it in the book, I guess I'm getting more knowledge and stuff, but I'm not Mr. Augusto after all, so I have no idea how much it was originally.

Then I think if you don't grasp it at all, you'll be confused.

I'm going to turn it around tomorrow because it's night now, like strength and magic.

So now it's something else.

I try to explore my memory, in my head, as I roll into a wide bed in vain.

And then, behind my brain, a very pretty man passed.

Sarah's straight long blonde hair, thin green eyes, delightfully narrowing her big, drooping eyes, girl.

A very beautiful person with a light water coloured dress that looks good on him.

And it seems that her voice was in the memory, too.

"You know, Verstein, I like wax, red colors. But it doesn't suit you for some reason. Always thin peaches and all that thin blue. I'm tired of it. '

What a perfect expression, beautiful, adorable voice, like rolling a bell.

"Then I'll send you red flowers."

"True!? But would it look good on a wax? '

"It's OK, you look good in any flower because you're beautiful"

To her tricks, the number of blinks, every word of the word, Mr. Augusto remembered.

As if, with the vibrancy of recorded footage.

And how Mr. Augusto felt then.

What an adorable person.

Such, howacky, gentle emotions.

This memory is the meeting of the two of us.

I was just face-to-face because I was the daughter of a friend of my parents, but we were in love with each other at first sight.

Unexpectedly, I bit my teeth off.

...............

I see, so there are many red colors in this mansion?

I guess I could have done anything red, because I was a doughnut.

Because it's Julia's favorite color.

There was a sound of something falling on the sheet.

For a moment, I thought, I don't know, but I knew that right away.

I was crying.

I think Mr. Augusto really liked Julia, blurry and overflowing tears.

The memory that plays in my head is so happy and, at the same time, so cruel.

We met, we liked, we got married, we had kids, those kids grew up, and.

"Why! Why! Why is Julia here?

"Augusto, don't be shy, I was very shy."

'No, Julia, don't pass away, please, God, anyone is good, help Julia, no, Julia!

The sad voice of Mr. Augusto and the appearance of Julia laughing happily, even though she has lost weight and become like an old woman.

"Really, I'm glad it's you."

'No, don't leave me alone, don't leave me and die, Julia, Julia?, uh... julia!!

What echoed right after that was a sad cry like a beast.

Then later memories were really vague, and I could only recognize obnoxious thoughts that could not be translated.

Memories everywhere are just arousing, beating someone up with unexplained thoughts,

Think about things that would be inconvenient for the country, try to implement them, or fail.

The reason I fail is not because Augusto's claws are sweet, but because I can remember Julia and I can boil my memory.

Augusto didn't seem to have done so many bad things.

The impression from the country must have been that little villain, roughly that much, that wasn't enough to take.

She couldn't muscularly destroy it, so she left it because it was a trinket.

However, it is subtly remembered that rumors are accompanied by tailfins and dorsal billets, resented by the inhabitants as the worst lords.

Mr Augusto, who heard that, seemed to welcome it.

... I think he's really sad.

... so much so that it would be that uncomputed halfway document.

If I searched in my head, I also had memories of the terroir of the territory I was ruling and what life the people were living.

I remember when I was going to take care of you in the future.

12 years ago So it may not be very useful now, but it should be better than none.

My soul is mine, but my body belongs to Mr. Augusto, so he had a proper memory in his head.

... so grateful, but it kind of makes me feel sorry for peeking into Mr. Augusto's mind.

... I guess it would be better for my peace of mind if I didn't do much searching for private people.

Oh, but let me look into the general common sense of the nobility.

I really need it to live.

I wonder what I'll do with the memories of the butler and your son's parts.

...... It's private for once, and let's put that area aside.

Tears haven't stopped yet.

Feeling the tingling and zero falling tears in her cheeks, she forced her mouth, which was chewing her teeth open, to exhale one thing.

I think I heard somewhere that crying is an act that exudes stress, but as an actress, this is all food for acting, too.

Sad, painful, regrettable, fun, happy, I think it's the actor who can pull it all out without thinking about it anyway.

But as a person, as a single woman, I get angry at how all Mr. Augusto sees me like this.

'Cause you're too pathetic.

The more I carry on my memories, the sadder I even remember when I was happy.

What echoes in my head were various voices.

"Tosama! Why!? Hey! Am I a child you don't want anymore?

"Dear Augusto! Look, Mikaelis just laughed, how cute, like an angel. '

"You're not my father anymore."

"I'm ashamed, Auguste."

... he's not bad at anything.

Everything, the war is bad.

I notice irritation and itching, and when I almost bit my teeth off again.

That, but why?

Even if it's a war, if it's a drug from another country, wouldn't a nobleman get it?

What's a situation where a great man can't even do that?

When I thought about it, a fine voice echoed in my head.

"No, Augusto, there are plenty of people who are annoyed by me."

...... I see, was the disease endemic at that time?

During the war, when I picked up drugs that were just hard to get, because they were noble and so great, I feared not only being repulsed by the people, but buying disgust from the people all over them.

So Mr. Augusto couldn't do anything.

"Augusto, I'm sorry, now, just enjoy it...!"

Such a voice of a man echoed in his memory.

"I know, I know, but as it is, Julia..."

Should I know who the Lord of this voice is?

But, well, no.

'Cause this is Mr. Augusto's private.

I shouldn't look.

Tears stopped at some point.

What part of the nobility of this world is this house?

In the meantime, I shall try to fish out the memories of the area.

...... yeah?

............... er.

Grand Duke

Duke Imacoco!

Marquis

Senior Count

Lower Earl

Viscount

Baron.

Yeah?

Uh, the Grand Duke, he's so great that he's the king's equivalent, he was there before, but he's not here now because he died in a war quite a while ago.

The next great is the Duke, who will take him into the family of kings.

Since then, the degree of greatness has become lower in the order of Marquis, Senior Count, Lower Count, Viscount, Baron.

Yeah, yeah?

That, me, the so great guy?

No, no, no! No! It's a pain in the ass! Even though it's only a pain in the ass to be noble, on top of that, what's the next greatest thing about kings?!?

I can't do that. No! I don't know what to do!

Well, anyway, Mr. Augusto understood that he was a great person, both in status and in blood.

Well, isn't that what people are after?

There's no way... someone fell for me or anything.

Even in the glamorous entertainment industry, you were the only one drooling, so it's not strange that nobles in this world drool, is it?

If, as a possibility, you think that everything, everything you've ever done, was set up by someone, who did it?

Also, my voice echoed in my head.

"War is such a thing this peaceful country won't need"

That being said, Duke Verstein, his neighbor is ready to attack.

"Where the hell did that information come from? No such information has come to me. Present your evidence."

"Evidence, is it? Wouldn't that be proof in the voice of the people '

"How can you say that someone hasn't fanned what's normal, Prime Minister?"

"No..."

The voice of a man called the Chancellor, apart from the voice of Mr. Augusto and the voice he had just heard.

... Something sounds like a villain like that, because Mr. Augusto's voice is too cold, like the most mastermind.

Moreover, because the Chancellor seems to be a very kind voice, it just seems like a mastermind poking at the Chancellor who is trying to stand up for his country because he has no proof.

But I can tell.

This voice is false.

Maybe this prime minister, he's doomed.

The figure of the Chancellor in memory is the old, tender-looking Odysan.

You must be such a sweet looking grandfather now.

The expression, the voice, the atmosphere, everything seems really sweet.

But my eyes aren't laughing.

I'm not laughing at all.

Rather, for what is otherwise gentle, even fear arises.

I'm so scared.

Marquis Rugs du Reinbach.

Yeah, mastermind, definitely this prime minister.

......... no, yeah, but hey.

If I'm wrong, you're in trouble.

It doesn't make sense if it has nothing to do with anything.

Because the memory of that time is remembered by the impression of that time, it is also possible that Mr. Augusto just hates the destruction of the Chancellor.

It may be too soon to judge now.

In the meantime, if you're going to be able to look into it, can someone look into it?

... Well, I got all the information I needed from Mr. Augusto's memory.

Memory does seem to be tremendous.

I heard somewhere that humans don't use 80% of their brain.

And the memories are all in the drawer, and their disappearance is unlikely unless the brain cells are destroyed.

I mean, everything Augusto's life has ever been in his head.

I'm not human anymore, so I guess it feels like I can pull it all out freely.

Finally, I feel like my thinking skills and all that are up there are incomparable with my original self.

That's why you're the perfect Superman!

I thought about that, but I left it to think about 'me'.

No, no, it's a waiver.