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

Elf Village.

Unlike humans, it seems that there are only beautiful men and women who look like humans.

No, grandpa and grandma have kids, too. Normally.

Maybe it's just because I've only met beautiful men and women before.

And not like humans, but like humans.What is it?

Outside this country as a place.

Wow, I crossed a steep mountain into the tree sea, and then...

The details are unknown, but they appear to be somewhere in the ocean.

No, somewhere.

I'm not going there right now.

Not bad?

Why don't you know where it is?

While dripping the Ese Kansai Valve in your brain, still exhale quietly without putting it out on the front as usual.

Sage, what's wrong?

Still, it was the light blue scaled dragon who heard the breath in his ear.

You know, you leaked your egg back to me, and then, ma'am?Husband? I don't know which one, but it's a full boxing quote from your partner, a dragon car that's not a carriage for couples, or a dragon that has become a dragon car for short.

Buzz and big wings... feathers?Either way, anyway, I glance up at this (...) thin blue scaled dragon, abbreviated as Mr. Blue Dragon.

It's a nickname reminiscent of something like a national blue earless cat robot, but it's because of my mind.Don't worry about it, please.

And when it comes to what I'm doing, I'm riding that blue dragon.

I'm flying like a horse.

... I don't know why this happened.

Something, um, the butler prepared it for me.

I wonder what it is to ride it.

What are you talking about? The one that lays under the buttocks.

There was one case that applied.

Saddle (chestnut)

A special tool worn to ride horses and horsemen.

If it doesn't suit me, both the rider and the horseman will be injured, so it's basically custom-made.

... knowledge is finally beginning to teach me ahead of time...

When the all-powerful comes to this point, there is really nothing but fear.I'm not happy, I'm sick, I'm sick.

No matter how comfortable the weather is, I'm afraid of what I'm afraid of.

That should be it, but the current point is altitude... how many meters is this?

The birds are flying down there.

Anyway, due to various measures that I don't know about the butler, Mr. Blue Dra was quickly fitted with various equipment, and was sent out somehow with a kettle.

I think the colour is the deciding factor when it comes to why you are Mr. Blue Dragon.

Because the red dragon doesn't suit Mr. Auguste subtly.

Leaving that aside, and above all, it's just a sudden panic for one person.Why am I being thrown out by myself?

Nobody came with me because my feet would keep me together, but on the contrary, it's terrible.

If everyone's memories hadn't been erased, someone might have arrived as a guide and explanation, and God damn it!

The indeterminate sage, who is Auguste's master and doctor, will check the condition of Auguste's mother and come back later. Please come now.

"No problem."

Blue Dora began to tremble at me silently, so I hurried back and returned the words easily, but it was still a big panic of great panic and a big mess in my brain.

It is in a state where I can't help being afraid of everything.

There is some strange tension with Max in mind, but I can't put it out on the front because there is Mr. Blue Dora.

No, yeah, I'm not experiencing it, but Mr. Auguste's body is being trained in a strange place.I wonder if you're training to kill facial expressors or something.

I thought you said it was the outside world when you started flying, but it never happened.

Instead, my head turned pure white, reminiscent of the little trauma of being cold and fast when I first rode a motorcycle at the licensing center.

Now, fast, high, scary.

It's not painful at all to smack the wind or anything on my cheeks, and I'm totally fine physically, but I'm not good with the jet coaster system.

Whatever is safe is scary.

Sage, I can see the mountains.

It sounds completely normal to me if I can't hear what I'm saying, but this is also August-san's spec after all.

When I glanced forward, I saw a large mountain range.

It's spread out to the horizon, so it must be quite a length.

In other words, knowledge suggests that this mountain range surrounds the country, so it may be strange to say that it is quite long.

But I don't think I can help it because I didn't know.

"Well, how long does it take to cross?

"If I don't get in the way, it'll be about 15 minutes."

"Hmm, what's in the way?

It's dragon territory from here on out, so if I can keep an eye on it, I'll come selling fights.

I see.

Don't bother me.

There are fools in the world who can't identify their opponents.

It sounds like a loud voice, but one thing you can say.

Ugh, no, I didn't have enough confirmation at that time!

"I don't care, is it good to look for eggs?

"Sure, it would be better if we split up, but the number (twist) is stronger than mine, so I decided to leave it to you...."

Well, that makes sense.

You look like an asshole, Mr. Blue Dollar.

No, I can't talk about people either, but... they're not people, they're dragons.

Nevertheless, I'm not just looking for the red dragon, for short, Mr. Red Dragon, but I'm going to be able to do something about it because I'm asking Mr. Hidden and Mr. Adventurer to help me.

"I want you to find it before it hatches."

"Yes, if you imprint a human as a parent, it will be a little troublesome...."

Does imprinting work for dragons...?

I don't know, but that's kind of tough...?Good luck, everybody...

Leaving it aside, first of all, it's a bit of an alley to be blocked from crossing the mountain, so I think I'll have the Spirit call me.

"Wind Spirit Hall, are you there?

Yes! It's Kenjin!What's wrong with you?

"Can you tell the dragons I'm coming through?

Daisyyyy ~?

Hmm?

Kenjin's Kehai is Doctork!People who don't notice are stupid!

Ugh

As a result, Mr. Blue Dora turned out to be a complete idiot.

Besides, the line I just said in Doya's face stabbed me at a very steep angle as a boomerang.I'm sorry about that.

It's not my fault, but I can only say I'm sorry.Yeah, I'm sorry.

In front of a box placed on the table, a man with artistic hair roars.

There was a “dragon egg” in the box that I got the other day, but that was what worried him.

I was going to use this to skin the Duke of Verstein, but I realized it was harder than I expected.

The original plan was to get this egg into the Duke of Verstein's supply wagon.

Doing so would lure the dragon into the Welstein realm and cause a riot, but there was a problem.

I didn't think about the details of how to get it mixed up.

He is originally a civilian.

It is true that the merchant climbed up so cunningly, but it was the result of doing one thing one by one with a calm head.

In other words, he was flushed by emotions and momentum, and now calmed down, analyzing each one and despairing.

The supply wagon to Verstein is loaded with all the traded goods.

If there is a mistake in the box that is not in the commodity register, the principle is to discard it on the spot in accordance with the laws of the Kingdom.

No matter how rotten the Duke of Verstein was, not all his people were.

Even if you get the palm of your hand mixed up, it takes a lot of physical time for it to gain credibility.

There is no point in hatching eggs by then.

But this place is dangerous as it is.

That's how he looked into dragon eggs.

I thought that if I knew when I was going to be born, I would know if I could continue with the plan.

Whether or not to change it is still high in time.

Turns out, this “dragon egg” resembles a Wyburn egg.

It came to light that he paid a lot of money to get Wyburn's eggs.

"You tricked me....."

He, who was originally a merchant, would never be angry, even if he was deceived.Rather, I am disappointed in my shallowness.

Despite the lack of knowledge and information, I realized that I ended the transaction without looking into it.

If this happens, we need to retool the operation from the beginning.

Even if you kill a dragon, it's only profitable if you realize you need a proper operation.

The question is, what should we do with this “dragon egg”?

If it's a Wyburn egg, it's beneficial.

Raised from eggs, it is treasured as a rider who listens to what people say.

A light footsteps were heard outside his room roaring with his hand on his chin.

If you think that the footsteps that you hear come to the front of the door, the door opens with momentum.

"Dear Sir! It's true you got dragon eggs!?"

"Yurfa, knock this off."

While sparkling his eyes, a little boy asks excitedly.

His kind face, very similar to his mother, is the only son left in this house.

My father's burnt brown hair is not as thick as his father's, but fluffy.

The way he grew his hair might resemble his mother's, but what would happen to him in his later years was unknown.

It was no exaggeration to say that his future was determined by which side of his genes would come, since there was no baldness in his mother's bloodline.

"I just heard something!Dragon Eggs!

"Where the hell did you hear that from... okay, I'll show you. Come here."

The man who greeted his innocent son with his eyes down looked exactly like a parent idiot.

Few parents don't think a son who resembles his beloved wife is as cute as a puppy.

An eight-year-old approached me with a small son on his lap, and the man opened the lid of the wooden box.

"Wow...!This is the dragon egg!? "

That's right.

"How did you get it!?"

"I got it from an adventurer."

Maybe not, but this is a Wyburn egg.

Though I think so, it is still probably a dragon egg.

Possibilities include a good estimate of 80% for Wyburn and 20% for Dragons.

After all, the man stood in a situation where it was impossible to tell which was which without hatching.

"From the Adventurer!? Great job!!"

"It was a lot of work, but you did your best for me."

"Wow! Whoa! Whoa!You're amazing, but so are the adventurers!

Still, the man wanted to show his young son a dream.

The dragons that inhabit the mountains of this country are children's dreams.

It stemmed from the fact that the first king was called the Dragon Rider, the hero of the founding of this country.

Few boys admire the illustrations of heroes riding in dragons and flying in the sky.

His son was one of the boys he admired, not to mention the example.

"Hahaha, I guess so."

The sparkling eyes of a boy shining like a jewel can be dazzled even from the front.

While stroking my child's head, he nodded so much as he agreed.

"Hey, what are you going to do with this egg?

Um, actually, I've been worried about that.

The man who returned his words with a little sigh on the young innocent question laughed in trouble.

The boy who heard it looks back at Pa and his father.

The eyes were pure, more innocent than anyone else, and looked very beautiful.

And the boy looked seriously at his father.

"Um, Ta-sama, if you're okay... please give me this egg!

Without these eyes, a man might have told me he couldn't hold his breath.

But the filthy father, who had the boy's dazzling eyes from the front, could not bear to betray his son's expectations.

"... I don't know what's going to happen, okay?

"Yes! I will take care of it responsibly!

"... maybe it's not a dragon, but a Wyburn.

"Great job! I will take good care of you even in Wyburn!

His serious expression reminded him of what he looked like when he was a baby with open eyes when he was born.

Eight years after that, the man stroked his son's hair with emotion that he had grown considerably.

"Men don't have two words, do they?

Yes!

The eggs then fell into the hands of a young, innocent boy.

Deacon, Deacon, where's the paper for the report?

The butler stopped and raised his face to the black man with gray silver hair who appeared without a sound.

The main Duke of Verstein's office is equipped with a small room where the butler can wait for orders at any time.

The butler raised his eyebrows slightly to an unexpected person who appeared on the way back and forth between the room and the main office.

"Oh, didn't you take it with you the other day?

I said, "I need one more. I need one more."

The butler gave a spare piece of paper that he had to himself after convincing a silver ash man who was smiling in a light atmosphere and scratching his head.

"I see... Speaking of which, what happened to Sinza?

"I found it today, so I added a report to send to my husband Sama."

"... hmm, did you recover it?

While the ash and silver man asks questions while receiving paper, the butler thinks.

It was more of an understanding of the progress of the mission than a public conversation.

"It's in his kid's hands."

"... that's troublesome again."

If they are adults, they can be persuaded in a variety of ways.

However, if you are a young child, you may be allowed to go through selfishness.

"That's right, and you want to see where you're going to have a baby? You don't have to leave for a while."

"How old are your children?

"Eight."

What a delicate age.

"I wonder what happened...."

That's right, my husband, I want to hear your judgment.

He was able to force himself to take it up, but as he continued, he put his hands behind his head.

"That's going to make a lot of noise...."

"I thought I'd get a replacement egg, but now's not the time."

The number of days it takes to hatch Wyburn eggs is as short as a week.

The time has come to raise children, and the eggs that could not hatch have become the rice of the parent and child Wyburn, so the existence of the eggs is now even suspicious.

But it was a fact that only experts knew, so it was a reality that children had no way of knowing.

"I'll get back to you as soon as I can tonight, so please finish early."

"I know."

A scroll depicting a magical formation called Transfer Scroll exists in this world as a means of communication for these times.

Sometimes confidential information is more protected than mail, and many higher-ranking aristocracy use it.

It is not possible to transfer humans, but because it is mainly used to transfer documents and small objects from scroll to scroll, it was treasured.

Is it a landline when it comes to similar things on today's planet?

It wasn't possible to deliver a voice, but it was convenient to be able to deliver an object to a determined scroll.

The newly prepared scroll for this visit is now in the backpack of a light blue scaled dragon riding the main Duke of Verstein.

Once a day, I decided to use it to get in touch.

Nevertheless, the mansion without the Lord is like a fireplace that has burned out and feels so lonely.

It wasn't just the butler's feeling, it seemed the same with the ash and silver man.

Ha, Milord, I'm going to run out of time.

I know what it feels like to be a butler, but how does that sound?

I understand how difficult it is, but I would like you to do something a little more shy as a servant of the Duke of Verstein.

The butler exhaled while pressing his temples with his fingers.

"Hey, butler Sun, why can't I get to my husband's sama?

"You'll have a job, if it's over."

"Neighbors, eggs, territory, and then Prime Minister, I wonder when it's all over."

I don't know.

I mean, if I could get there, I wanted to get there as a butler.

However, it is not a place where ordinary people can reach, such as the village of Elves.

It's because they know that, that the two of us are crumbling around here.

Kah! I can't do it!Husband, I want to see Sam!I want to hear your voice! I don't have to scroll!

"It's loud and disgusting, Sinza. It's my husband's concern, so take it honestly."

"Fuck you! I feel sick too!What the hell is this?

Just get back here.

"Shut up, cold-blooded man! You don't have to tell me, I'm coming back!Baaaaaaa!

A silver ash man who threw up a childish, discarded dialogue, but still vanished without sound or sign.

"... what the hell..."

The butler exhaled heavily.