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

Once, a certain game existed, winding simultaneously from the high degree of freedom.

While the game was a sword and magic RPG, it was also something I could fully enjoy as a romance game.

First, the player chooses the protagonist.

A brunette boy, or girl.

If you choose a boy, if you choose a brave man or a girl, you will descend into the world of games as a Virgin.

Either way, the protagonist embarks on an adventure journey as a result.

And you go branching out into different stories by choice.

Who will be on your side, who will be enemies, who will die, who will live, with whom you will be lovers, even that will change with one option.

There are 20 characters, male and female, that players can associate with.

However, up to six people can choose as their main companion.

Besides, this also depends on your choices and your buddies die easily.

The game only goes by adding and subtracting players.

If you go into love mode, if you say it's peaceful, it's not.

This one depends on the choice, there will be war, there will be rebellion, there will be human death.

Therefore, there is no such person as all the masterminds in this game.

Sometimes demon kings, sometimes kings, sometimes prime ministers, sometimes popes, sometimes kings of neighboring countries, their various thoughts and ideas make the story go on.

There were a few things in that game that were common to any story.

Because of her gender, the reason for her journey is different, but the protagonist must embark on an adventurous journey.

Meet the key characters called “Sage.”

And it is the misfortune of a certain duke.

The Duke appears only a little in the game.

Sometimes it is used as a forsaken pawn for the Chancellor, and it is the death penalty,

Sometimes rebels target and kill you first.

Sometimes they kick the house out of their son, who became one of the protagonists, and the people kill them.

Sometimes he is convicted by the protagonists as a virtuous duke, and eventually he is condemned to death.

An ugly, fat, golden middle-aged man with blue and silver hair, ice blue eyes and a seeping face of poor character.

That's what the players called biting pigs and making fun of them, Duke of Auguste Verstein.

This world is not the world of games.

But the world did exist.

But the Duke in this world died before the time line came, the beginning of that game.

There is no obstacle in the world or as a story.

But no matter how hard the future ahead worked, it was only a less interesting development than the story of the game.

Without the little villains, someone behind the scenes wouldn't attract them.

Without a stepping stone, we can't move on.

I mean, that's what happened.

God bothered me a little when I realized that.

Nothing. I don't mind staying like this.

To revive him, his soul was completely ready for the next circle.

If that happens, even God can't do anything about it, but the truth is, it stinks.

That's when, in another world I was managing, I let one human being, who wasn't supposed to die, die by mistake.

Suddenly, the soul could not understand its own death and remained in the dead place even after the body had been ashed.

God thought.

Oh, this is just fine, isn't it? and.

In the setting of that world, the dead and resurrected become different from the human called the “Wise Man”.

The soul is completely different, but the body belongs to the Duke, so perhaps the memory remains intact.

And God chose a future that might be more interesting than a boring future.

She, no, he still doesn't know anything about what position he's become.

Chung-chung, and I heard the birds chirping.

Other than that, I get a head start on signs that people move around a lot.

Something, I think I was dreaming.

Dream of dying for some reason and becoming a nice Odysama.

Was it also a desire for sexual change?

No, I've never wanted to be an ogre on a boulder, me.

If I was forced to open my heavy eyelid while thinking about it with a thin blurred consciousness, the first thing I saw was a bunch of flashy conditioning items that made my eyes tickle.

Illuminated by the morning sun, they sparkle in vain, something already, dazzling and depressing.

Well, it wasn't a dream.

Wow, oh, my dreams were good, Chickshaw...!

Why aren't you dreaming anymore?

While I was about to cry a half a weep, I slept a lot of my body lying down, and even when I saw the opposite view, I knew I only had conditioning in shades that hurt my eyes.

... reality is harsh and irrational after all.

Yeah.

In the meantime, let's sell all those monkeys.

I don't care how Mr. Augusto feels or anything like that.

It's visual violence, seriously.

To calm the irritability and agitation, exhale once and then get up.

My body looks fine, but my heart was devastated.

I also had a pretty good idea last night, but most of all, it must be because of my great hard work.

In the end I was dead, but I became Mr. Auguste, and I'm here now.

Why? I can't even think about that anymore, so I have to leave it alone.

'Me' is dead.

That's why I'm not allowed to be in 'me' anymore.

As Duke of Augusto Verstein, we must live from this.

That's an unmaskable fact anymore.

... but in the end, it's me, so it's a hard place.

'Cause I haven't been able to accept it all yet.

But, well, you don't have a choice, it's only been one night.

In the meantime, I gave up and decided to take it easy.

Yeah, just keep up the good work.

For a minute I remember, the acting got easier.

But something is so distressing that Mr. Augusto seems to have taken away all his future, his status, his trust.

I wonder if Mr. Augusto was untrained in this world or in anything but his soul.

I didn't think anything of your son, did I?

...... No, maybe not.

Exploring past memories, I remembered how adorable you were to laugh at your son like an angel.

... then there's no reason why it's not important.

Maybe I gave up everything because even that precious son rejected me.

Something's going to hit Mr. Augusto weakly.

'Cause your wife died and you can't get back on your feet for 12 years.

I know how you feel, but you don't even try, okay?

As for the family and the inside, I guess it's tofu mental, Mr. Augusto.

Well, good. No, let's just get up.

That's what I decided. I tried to get out of bed, and I fought.

No, uh, yeah, yeah.

Why is a dubious man in black rolling on the floor with white eyes...?

I thought you were dead for a second, but you must be alive because your chest is up and down.

I was a little horrified.

You know, sleeping in the same room as a corpse. You're too scared.

Horrible, but solidified on the spot.

...... No, hey, wait, what do you want me to do?

There's nothing you can do, right? Here.

Oh, yeah, he's the butler in trouble.

All right, let's call the butler. Let's do that.

Move quickly and gently shake the handle of the silver calling bell that was placed on the chest by the bed.

Chillin, not long before the noise rang, or so the door of the room opened in the 'chi' of 'Chillin'.

"Are you calling, sir?"

The butler who showed up said so with a gentle smile and thanked him for his beautiful work.

Yeah! Morning! No, I did call you!

Though I put all the scratches in my heart, I don't put them on the table.

In the meantime, I opened my mouth as I gazed at the suspicious Osama who rolled on the floor.

"... Alfredo."

"Oh, I see. Copy that. Thank you. I'll take care of it."

The butler again politely thanked him while creating an atmosphere that somewhere convinced him.

He then gently adjusted the monocle glasses with his fingertips before grabbing one of Osama's blackened legs and pulling them straight off with a cheat.

No... why did you pull it off, Deacon...

I accidentally pulled it off lightly just inside, but I don't think I can help it.

All right, let's just say we didn't see anything.

Turning his gaze out the window, he saw a bleak view.

I hadn't noticed a whole lot yesterday, but apparently this mansion is built on high ground.

Beautiful city like Europe.

White exterior walls, blue skies, blue trees.

It's so beautiful.

I feel kind of healed up just a little bit.

I couldn't help but notice.

At that time, speaking of which part of the world is this place, I will try to pull out my knowledge.

Then it turned out to be a surprising fact.

I hear I'm in Wangdu right now.

Something tells me the territory is returning every now and then, and they usually lived in the delicious King's Capital of food.

I see, it's a golden life.

No, I have no idea about the ecology of Narumi aristocracy or anything.

But it looks like you should go back to the realm once you get settled.

... I'm sure he hates you terribly.

I'm not subtly convinced that I have to wipe Mr. Augusto's ass, but I can't help it because it's to live.

Work, but do you want to cut it off?

... what if I put a hole in my stomach because of stress.

"Sir, we have prepared a meal for you"

Turning suddenly to a hung voice, it was the butler who was there, after all.

No, that's why I'm early! It hasn't been five minutes since then!

Besides, even though I gently pulled off an adult man, if I wasn't sweating, I wouldn't even be disturbed in my breath.

...... This butler is too capable to be scared.

I accidentally fear from the inside out, but I still don't put that on the table.

Roar, my acting skills...! Come on, man!

"Right."

To a flat voice, no expression.

Yeah, and point.

Well done, boulder. Me.

And when I tried to receive the clothes the butler had brought, I couldn't let my husband do that, he refused.

After all, nobles can't change their own clothes. I feel it again.

I looked away, being forced to change with or without it.

By the way, today's clothes are called aristocratic clothes with a base of blue or something.

The edges and decorations look very expensive because they are golden.

Size wise, I guess it's what Mr. Augusto wore 12 years ago.

Modern people don't know if this is out of date or anything.

... In the meantime, I want to do it myself as much as I want to change...

If I thought it was smudging, I remembered fu.

"Alfredo"

"Why are you sitting down?"

"I'm going to replace all the conditioning, but what do you think"

Yeah, yeah, it hurts my eyes, so I want to do something about it.

'Cause it's a morning or a murder weapon.

I ask the butler as he looks in a mirror embedded in his appearance at the source of such an idea, who is forced to change clothes steadily.

"... well, I don't think these things, which are more gorgeous than this need, seem unnecessary to my current husband anymore. Go ahead, do as you please."

Having shown a bare gesture to think only a little, the butler said so calmly, creating some emotional atmosphere.

It's like I'm just a little concerned about what the hell you were thinking,... no, I knew I'd stop thinking about it.

Anyway, you can do whatever you want because the OK came out, right?

"... well, then, will you put it back as it used to be?

And the original tax is the people's blood tax, so that it can be used to cure water, so that it can be properly redeemed. "

"I'm awed, I'll take care of it"

I respectfully acknowledge, Deacon, I thought it was a book of Deacons.

I wonder why you're thinking like a composition, me.

Oh, come on, I almost forgot.

"And leave my portrait behind"

"... would you mind?

"Oh, I'm just a good admonition."

"... is it Master Left?"

Somewhat unconvincing, sad, I felt that such an atmosphere had been created by the butler.

Yeah, let's blame it on you.

Terrible.

I don't think anyone wants one of these, and it costs money to dispose of them.

You can't throw it away, and I'm sorry about the guy who drew it.

I'll tell you what, Mr. Augusto's remains.

I feel tight watching it.

Look, Mr. Augusto.

Because I'll end all your untrained and vengeance.

And no matter what happens, because I'm never that fat again.

I really think that would be a good admonition.

"Sir..."

"What?"

Respond to the butler's call while acting like nothing.

"That,...... no, nothing"

A deacon, somewhere elusively deluded, put a wax on his last finish and his own hands to get my hair done.

I couldn't afford it at all yesterday, so I was completely unconscious, but I think it's probably the same hairstyle that she gave me yesterday when I was dressed in a grumpy way.

The blue silver hair stroked from front to back depicts whether even cat hair was cosy, only one room with rebellious hair, a harrowing but loose wave.

He's a colorful all-back. Yeah.

I wonder why this is me.

Even though I prefer it.

Even though I like it so much.

I want to say it again.

I like it so much!!

No, 'cause, look at you, you lovely Odysama!

A cold look that I can easily tell that no one will believe except the one I can trust!

Ice blue eyes like emphasizing that!

You want to see this look break.

Smiles are good, smiles and lights anyway.

I'm sure there's no destructive hammer.

Oh, no angry faces, too scared for someone to chick.

Can I tell you something?

Why am I who I am when I like it so much!!

"Breakfast is ready, it's time to come"

"Okay, let's go."

I hitched that word from the butler just right to change my mind and looked back.

Stay out of the room and head to the dining room as the butler guides you.

"... by the way, how many have you become?

All along the way, I decided to ask what happened to yesterday.

"... if the number of people left, I will sit down to 50."

"... you've stayed a long time."

"I thought it was your husband's morality."

When I forced myself to whine to a surprisingly large number of people, hiding the surprise that was about to come out, the butler replied somewhere satisfactorily.

Yeah, why not?

"There's no point in stirring it up."

"No, you're serious, aren't you?

No, I'm in extra trouble.

"... well, good. Their next job..."

"Rest assured, all without delay"

"Right."

Good for you.

Now you won't be resented for sudden dismissal.

It's a little painful to leave it all to the butler, but I can't afford it either, so let's cut this off.

Thank you, Deacon, for your help.

Seriously.

"But can I? Over-conscious, useless and compassionate like that with skimming habits."

"... that's a long time ago."

Wait, that's how I was looking at you, Deacon.

"I'm sorry, but it's true.

Everyone who left this time was a fool to think that he could do more work than anyone else, or that he was not someone who would end up here. "

"... well. You say so, so I guess so."

If they are, they're going to resent you in the end.

Well, I have no choice.

Deacon can be trusted.

That was also in Mr. Augusto's knowledge.

So I can trust the butler's words.

I haven't seen the memories, but I can tell by the feeling that you've been helped a lot.

... maybe it's staining your body.

"... as far as I'm concerned, I think it's natural for a man to be dismissed from his job to undermine his character.

Nevertheless, my husband will take care of me until my next job introduction... "

Deacon whining so much in some frustrating and atmosphere.

Well, I see.

I guess I'll just follow up a bit.

"Sweet, you want to say?

But I didn't mean to make it sweet. "

"And you say?

"My house is the Duke's house, hence, the other houses have lower qualifications. But we have a bad reputation."

"... yes."

"Therefore I hear that all other houses are strictly disciplined to become like home.

So you think the cereal crushing that was soaked in warm water called the Duke's house could be taken seriously?

At the end of the day, no matter what happens, you deserve everything.

"...... I see,... but sir, can I have one?"

"What?"

"...... our reputation for abandoning such a student will not be bad again..."

............... ah.

I'm stunned just inside.

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

Hey, haha.

Yes, I was completely oblivious.

Uh, yeah.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, it's okay, it's okay.

Okay, calm down, me.

We can still fix this, if you find out you're the Lord who can't even think of that, then shit.

If they abandon me now, I'll die.

No, I'm not dying, but I'm losing my credibility.

Deacon's, losing this serious trust is mental death.

This is the time to spin it full, my head!

Uh, uh, uh, okay!

In a hurry, I managed to gather my thoughts in an instant and opened my mouth like nothing.

"... that's good"

"May I ask why?

"... blind, or restrained, would be"

"Are you blind?"

"... you must be confused, a rat."

Plus, it's all calculated, I thought so from the beginning, and I tell you grandiose, acting like that.

Then the butler, who honestly deceived me, gave me a startling look only for a moment, and then gazed at me with a look of respect.

"...... I see...!, the boulder is my husband. If you reduce the number of people, it's easy to spot them, and you abandon those who disseminate uncertain information and stir up the other party."

"Oh, and our reputation, etc., has already fallen to the ground. It doesn't hurt or itch any further down there."

I personally feel terrible about my conscience!

My shallowness made my reputation even worse! It's so heartbreaking!

"... you've been disrespectful. I'm sorry, sir."

"Never mind."

Respond as if nothing at all to the butler who humbly tells you that he is impressed somewhere.

No, I misled you. Oh!

I gut myself in the heart, then raise both fists, and I'm horrified as people stand ovations that I don't even know who's in my brain.

No, I did my best.

Maybe in the future, I'd like to think this is going to happen in bulk, but I guess I'll have to work hard anyway...

Something is going to level up my acting skills, insight and good driving.

I'm not happy.

I like to play, but I want to go into a troupe or something and do whatever I want anyway.

...... Oh, right, right.

It's like I'm going to live for nothing in the future, so it's good, nothing.

Let's do it when it's settled. Let's do that.

We've got a target! You did it, Mr. Augusto!

Later, in the dining room, which arrived in Kanya, there was a healthy breakfast lined up, different from yesterday's hitting.

Bacon eggs and croissant-like bread, salad and consomme-like soup.

With more yogurt, it would have been perfect, but you can't do that on a boulder, can you? I don't have a choice.

The taste was very tasty.

Maybe this is homemade. Yeah.

That chef, he was good with his arms.

You did it, Mr. Augusto!

That's why I came.

Outside.

Even so, it's like a training ground used by the mansion's private soldiers.

What we do here is an experiment.

I also thought last night that I wanted to find out about magic and physical abilities. Me.

Because it's the body I'm going to use.

So when I asked the butler if he had a good place, he introduced me here.

...... but what am I supposed to do?

Me standing blurry in the middle of a place like a square.

You don't have a choice, do you?

By and large, what is magic?

Is it delicious? Can you eat it?

No, I don't think it's even tasty or edible, but it's seriously refreshing to know what to do.

When I thought about it, the answer came back from my memory.

Magic is magic.

When I thought about what magic vegetables are, there was an answer to that too.

Magic is the power to dwell in all things.

It exists in the wind, in the fire, even in the air.

......... sorry. I just don't get it.

You know, nitrogen and oxygen in the air, that's how strange forces are fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?

You don't know why, do you?

Ah, no.

I don't care what you don't like, I'm just a little bit aware of it, but I don't like that magic, magic, something about it is fuzzing around, and I can see that it's filled in my body.

I don't even know what it is. It's disgusting that something is in there, and it's in me even more.

But this feeling, it's like something.

... what the hell, oh, okay.

Yes, humidity.

No, it's not more offensive than humidity, but it feels similar to being entangled.

It feels refreshing humidity.

......... what is magic after all?

No, yeah, that's good enough.

It's hard to think.

It's times like this, let's keep it through.

In the meantime, I decide to turn my consciousness to the magic that is in my body.

I have no idea how magic can be used, but something auto and magical worked out because Mr. Augusto's body is stained with usage.

I don't know what to say, like, make it into a dough, like, gnarly, and, by the way, I don't know, like that. Something gets caught up in my body.

Yeah, it's creepy.

Besides, I don't know much about it when I put it together. I'm not going to run out of anything at all.

I don't even feel like I'm losing it.

How much is it in me?

In the meantime, let it move toward your hand because something you put together seemed to be moving.

Finally, I tried to get it out of my palm because it seemed like I could get it out.

... a rose of pale, burning ice made a noise of sharpness.

What is this?

No, yeah, it's beautiful.

But I guess one is good.

What principle is this?

Why are you burning when it's ice?

Uh, yeah, good.

Let's not think about it.

It's hard, really.

It's too fantastic to translate anymore.

I don't know what to do with it for now.

I don't have a choice but to throw it around.

That's what I thought, paying without thinking,

As soon as I threw it away, a radius of about 30m around me made it sound like a vikibakibeki turned into an ice rose garden wrapped in pale flames.

What is this?

Besides, it expands gradually after a closer look.

... Yeah, uh, wait, wait, wait, wait, what's going on?

Akan, what do I do?

Uh, uh, for now, stop!

Oh, it stopped.

No, no, no, no, no, what is this?

It's good to stop, but what am I supposed to do with this?

Oh, could it be, if I thought to disappear, yeah... disappeared.

Kashan! and Pashan! About between, Tashan! Like, what a grunting noise around, the ice rose garden shattered and dissolved into the air suddenly.

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

Yeah, you have no idea how it works!

In the meantime, I don't know what it is, but I think magic and magic can be used in autos.

This power even though it only releases a little bit of magic and power.

I can't imagine what the hell would happen to the whole thing if I did everything I could.

All right! I'm not thinking!

Come on, next!

Physical ability, eh?

Solve your body with flexible exercise for now, whilst thinking about what to do.

I've never studied karate or anything like that.

Or, 'cause I don't know if it's because I drove too well, but even in the eyes of danger, I was able to manage.

Somebody help me, someone help me, someone help me.

Yeah, uh... manned banzai.

All right! When this happens, we'll have to leave it to Mr. Augusto's auto features already!

Predicting from what your son and the captain have said, Mr. Augusto may be a knight, but... is that a sword?

But I don't know where you keep it, and I'm going to magically make it like an earlier rose because it stinks of trouble to look for it.

I don't need the power, so it's less than just now, uh, like this, yeah, okay.

Turn around appropriately with this one and take it to your palm.

I tried to get it out there imagining a suitable swordlike object.

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

Something's so beautiful. I've got a pale, burning, thin sword. What should I do?

It's the only thinness that seems to be able to pierce it.

If I swing it, it's going to break.

... but, well, somehow, I know how to use it.

Hold it as perpendicular to your body as possible, just poke it.

I've tried it for a bit but it doesn't come sickening at all, so maybe it's in a different shape than Mr. Augusto usually used.

Before I turned it off, I once again threw it on the Ukkali ground, but I stabbed it to the ground with a light noise like that and it freaked me out so much.

It looks so sharp.

Then again, the rose garden seemed to form from there, so I rushed to turn it off.

Then I struggled to put out just the right sword because of my physical abilities.

Because if you don't, you can't start anything.

But the sword came out so big, it came out like a knife, the knife came out for some reason, it was harder to add or subtract than I expected, and I almost threw up under stress.

What is this, harassment? It's so hard.

I think it's easy to understand when I say that it feels like threading through a hole in the needle with just my toes.

Still, for once, I tried to use all the weapons that came out.

I could use it, but it didn't feel like I was good at it.

I don't know why I can use it.

Because it's Mr. Augusto.

And even working hard, (I don't know the actual time) for an hour in physical time.

Finally, a sword just the right size emerged.

A beautiful sword made of ice, about the length of a pale burning, single-handed, swingable sword.

I don't know what it is, but it even comes with decorations, so it's so beautiful.

... for a long time..., I seriously thought I'd throw up...

Swing it gently, swing it down, or wipe it off, just fine.

You did it, Mr. Augusto!

Now you can protect yourself!

... yeah...... annoyed.

But don't forget this feeling, I repeat it over and over again: put out your sword, wield it, erase it.

If you can't get it out when you're in trouble, you're going to die!

No, Mr. Augusto, I don't think you're gonna die that easily because you're not human anymore, but just in case.

Magic?

I'm afraid I have no idea how awesome Mr. Augusto is right now because I don't know the criteria.

Well, what do we do?

It's time to get down to business, but how can I be sure of my physical abilities?

Running doesn't mean I don't want to leave the premises on my own, and this place isn't that big.

I guess it would be easy to understand if I said that I could put 15 cars down.

You can run from end to end, but I have a bad feeling about it, so let's stop it.

Then I guess I should just jump.

I flexed gently and jumped gently with the procedure of stretching it.

Yeah, uh... I'm gonna tell you what happened the way it was.

There was a flying bird in front of me.

I don't think I know what you're talking about, but I don't either.

Something like that happened, I don't know your ex.

or something like that. Landing while making a good escape.

Sta! I landed with a cool sound like that, but I don't know, here it is.

... I was so scared...

I wasn't ready for anything too unexpected.

Sudden freefall and all that harassment.

But I don't have any leg paralysis or anything like that when I get down at that height.

How much, Mr. Augusto?

... Yeah, I want to go home and sleep.

Of course it's fute sleep.

Something's bothering me.

"Sir, it's time for you to sit down"

The sudden butler's voice was finally calmed down and the heart poured out of my mind.

I want to compliment myself for not jumping up for now.

No, it's really bad for my heart anymore, so I want you to stop coming without a sign. Seriously.

With that in mind, and I knew I wouldn't put it on my face or my attitude, I would respond to Eagle Deep.

"... well, what's next?"

"Today, after lunch, we have a meeting with Cristia"

"Right."

Yeah, who's that?

It's been quite a while.

I had no idea.

"But, sir, you had a sword crossed more than 12 years ago. I'm impressed with this Alfredo."

"Hmm, did it look that way"

"Yes, in this country, those who oppose your husband will remain but the earliest, Sir Sylvester."

Somewhere proud, and happy, Mr. Butler snorts.

... I think I've heard that name before.

Are you sure you're a wise man in this country?

If you look for knowledge, there is one person in question.

Apparently, he's a bigot, and Mr. Augusto has never met him before.

Something tells me you don't really like great nobles.

I feel like I know how it feels somehow.

"... should I go say hello in the near future"

"So you will sit down, in the future, let's have a long relationship with your husband.

Will you send us a letter later?

"Right. Let's do that."

Well, a handful of people, that's what happens.

I'll have to go see him once or so.

"Okay, I'll be ready.

Come on, it's time for lunch. Let's come. "

With all due respect, the butler tells you.

At that time, a hundred years later, I felt a little sadder when I realized that I was alive, but this person was not here.

"Alfredo"

"What's wrong?

I try to say something, but I don't float, I give up and say words that are easy.

"Take care of him"

"What can I say, I will not sit down for this bliss?"

Very happily, and proudly, the butler laughed.

"Right."

That's all I answered, followed by the butler and headed to the dining room.

... the butler's generosity was a very heartbreaking morning.

Truthfully, I want a mental clinic.