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

I don't know if it's because he's no longer human, but he basically doesn't have an appetite.

I'm not hungry, I'm not full.

I don't feel tired at all, and I don't sweat.

... maybe my hair and nails won't stretch.

No, I don't know that yet.

Well, if you eat something delicious, you feel satisfied.

So I eat delicious food.

For lunch today, it was a light soup, unlike what I had at breakfast, with fried bird meat in something a little spicy sauce, a vegetable salad like lettuce, and then a little hard bread that felt like French bread.

Somehow it tastes like chicken soup because it tastes like bird meat.

Delicious food, that's justice.

"Alfredo"

"What is it?"

"Tell him it was delicious."

"I'm in awe,... and my husband"

I only send my gaze and ask the butler, who calls me to be rarely added.

"What?"

"How would you like to have a moment of your time before Kristia arrives?"

That's right.

Well, I don't know where that Kristia is, but you can't help but take a while to get around.

I think I'll explore my memory later.

I'm a little short on information right now, and I'm going to hook up with someone else with the same name or something, so I'm behind you.

More than that, what are we going to do after this, right?

Hmm.

"... well, I'll write to you."

You can do the bureaucracy or something, but, uh, it's so late, it's not for free time, is it?

Then the only way to do it is to write with the erasure method.

I don't have a choice.

To my answer like that, the butler respectfully thanked me and then went back.

Copy that. Okay, that's it.

Gradually, I take a seat at the deacon's level of adaptability that I have become accustomed to seeing this venerable courtesy, realizing that I am Japanese after all.

But I think I heard that a while ago, but I wonder who Cristia is going to fit in.

I know you're a woman by name, but... no way, Mr. Augusto, is that cheating?

............... no, you don't.

I like Julia so much, there's absolutely no such thing.

Convinced by himself, the butler takes him to the office.

I know the path once because I remember Mr. Augusto, but maybe this is one of the deacons' jobs, so I don't think I can travel alone.

... Yeah, nobility stinks...!

Well, if I had thought about that, I would have arrived in the clerk's office at some point, so I walked into the room quickly and got to my seat.

On the desk, a piece of beautiful bright white paper.

And is it spare or some of the same paper.

So, it's not parchment that's used in the letter, it's paper.

The knowledge sprung up.

... that piece of paper that was used in the paperwork is apparently parchment.

Heh, I see, if you find it difficult to write something subtly, is it animal skin?

That's hard to write, I thought it was because of the feather pen, me.

Exploring the knowledge, he said that there are special magic tools and tricks to make paper, and because of the small number of them, the paper is still not mainstream.

You think I only use nobility because it's pretty valuable?

We don't have a choice.

You're such a great nobleman, if you didn't use it the other way around, it wouldn't be natural.

Above all, I'd be in trouble if I was nailed.

I want to reduce the likelihood of assassination as much as I can.

Or the butler cleans up.

Trouble, super trouble.

Mostly me.

... well, good, let's just write a letter.

At times like this, it is Mr. Augusto's knowledge, and when I explored the knowledge, the boulders came out normally of what should be called aristocracy.

Hmm, the way I write and do things............ yeah, okay, looks like I can handle it.

Wrap up the text in your head, reconstitute the errands and other things, and think about how to write it if it's not rude or not suspicious.

Well, for now, bring the greeting to the head, and then the business.

And the boulder, Mr. Augusto, quickly the text goes together in his head.

I'm not going this way.

I can only write the text of a letter in an email format like an asshole because I'm basically retarded.

Hello! I think I've become a wise man! Can I go say hello that way next time? Targeted.

...... Yeah, you can't.

I don't care what you think.

This is going to be a civil unrest.

In the meantime, I mean the same thing in summary, but I got a very smart looking sentence in my head with a completely different vibe.

Something's so tough, but I think it's good because you're noble.

Oh, yeah, there's a sentence saying that if you can't, you don't mind canceling.

'Cause I don't know what it is, but I'm such a great nobleman, they're going to hate me for being a pain in the ass, and I need to get a way out of here.

It shouldn't be a problem to be turned down now.

You don't have to go out on purpose, or maybe you'd rather say no the other way around.

'Cause what a means of travel is a horse or something, it basically stinks of trouble to move around.

No, Mr. Augusto, I'm sure it's fine.

... okay. No, let's just write.

Take the feather pen that was stuck in the pen stand, open the lid of the ink kettle and dip the tip of the pen.

Then I wrote a sentence all at once that came to my mind.

I even wrote it up as I dipped the tip of my pen in the ink kettle a few times along the way, which, I mean, really seemed like it.

No, it looks like it. It's a letter I wrote before.

... you used to write word for word in one shot, here it is.

The boulder is Mr. Augusto, isn't it?

Me? I'm definitely only confident I'll rewrite it, but what?

Well, you've never written a letter, so you can't help it.

Yeah, and I nodded and gave up sassy, trying to send my gaze out the window blurry while waiting for the ink to dry.

At the next moment, he was stiff to the presence of a butler who stood without sound.

I'm scared, I'm scared!

What, wait, how long have you been here?

All of a sudden, something's already hurting my heart.

"Alfredo"

"I'll take care of it"

If you were there, call me! I tried to say that, but they recovered the letter I wrote before that.

... Yeah, I'm scared of this butler already.

I am very forced to arouse the spirit of a maiden who is about to cry or weak and concentrate on acting.

Don't cry. Come on, me.

"... are you here?

The butler is here, and he asks quietly, maybe he's here with Kristia, who's going to fit in today.

Then, the butler opened his mouth in a respectful manner.

"Yes, the carriage arrived earlier.

I told the maid to take me to my usual room, so I thought I'd go now. "

That's a really nice time.

There is nothing but fear when you are competent. I'm scared.

If you ask too much, you won't be able to do anything on your own in the future.

No, maybe I can't do it anymore.

Though I thought about it, there's nothing I can do about it now.

I gave up pretty soon.

"... well, let's go."

"I'll show you."

"Ah."

Get up from the chair and follow the butler to the back of the room.

But is it that Cristia and I are such important people when we go to see the rooms ourselves?

I don't think that's all there is to me, but I might need to be as careful as I can to keep it from getting worn out.

That's what I decided, and I strained my mind.

Then the place I was led by the butler was in front of a very luxurious door just to say a room.

As it is, the butler knocks the door twice with Concon without feeling anything.

"Which is it?"

What I heard was a woman's voice.

"I will sit in Alfredo. Tell Kristia that you see her husband."

The next moment the butler called that out to the door, the sound of a doozy, and the lady! Maybe I can hear the woman just now.

At the time I wondered what the hell was going on, the door opened with considerable momentum, with a perfect sound effect called Dopern.

And shortly after you get up, a little shadow comes running at me.

I was unwittingly stiff about that appearance.

Pretty dress with golden thread straight hair, light green, big eyes, light water color.

It was Augusto's, my darling, who plucked the back of his brain into overly familiar colors.

However, what makes her different is that her big eyes, unlike Julia's, are hanging eyes and her little body.

"Uncle... ah! Great! You're feeling better! Kristia wondered if Kristia would see your uncle again.

So tearful, a toddler girl holding me with her little arm fully extended and pressing her head gritty against her abdomen.

Yes, a young girl.

Shall I say it again?

Undisputed, she is a young girl.

Age is probably, like, 11 or something, around there.

You're a toddler.

"Really, really good......... that, uncle, could you have lost weight?

A toddler girl with eyes, ha-ha, looks up at me as she saves tears full of her big hanging eyes and it pounds away.

"... oh, sometime while you're asleep."

"Well...! Beautiful...! Oh my God...!, I love this uncle too!

Oh, but my old uncle likes it too! It's very inclusive!

What shall we do! My uncle was so beautiful from time to time!

"Oh, I see."

She dyed her cheeks, still leaving tears on her eyeballs, and a young girl confused by the appearance of some haste with her wrinkles.

But that big hanging eye, it won't let go of my face.

I mean, they're watching me cancer.

"Yep! But I prefer my uncle now! Because it's so cool!

"Cool..."

I rebuffed my toddler girl's words, but I don't think I have a choice.

For God's sake, it was the first time I had been praised for my face.

"That's right! I can't compare you to a petty child like the first prince of this country!

That said, the toddler girl looking up at me with a look like she was floating in heat while dyeing her cheeks slightly cherry blossoms is so cute.

But I don't know what it is, but the young lady really appreciates me.

Why.

'Cause you're a pig, aren't you?

Don't you like pigs or something?

... you didn't think Mr. Augusto, Mr. Light Source was planning...!?

Let me explain!

Mr. Kwangyuan's plan is what a perverted chick's plan is to surround young children and raise them to their own taste, and keep them like wives and husbands! Quick story, brainwashing!

If you were brainwashed, you wouldn't be surprised if you liked pigs like that.

I can't forgive Mr. Augusto for doing that.

No matter how similar the color is to Julia, this girl is not Julia.

Such a crime, I can't forgive it.

I mean, wait, what was this kid now?

I don't know, if you say that!

You don't know where or what you're asking! One or I will be killed!

"... even if it's royal, it's not too rambling."

I was as close as I could be to paying so much attention.

The young lady hung up that big hanging eye even though it was this, and began to exasperate.

"But he laughed at my mother's hanging eyes, more than anything else!

Besides, the boulder is the niece of the Duke of Verstein, his bad character is seeping out, what a fool!

"Hmm."

Mucky! I'm going to freak out a little bit about the sword screen I'm going to say, but I'm not that scared because I'm a kid.

I mean, I see, is that Mr. Augusto's niece?

I got off early. Hehe.

Organize the information and explore the memory, there is one person in question.

Mr. Augusto's sister is married, it seems to be the eldest daughter of the Count of Lowrist family, the Count of Cristia Lowrist.

I heard about Lowrist somewhere.

Please stay while we search.

1 applicable item found.

That's... that's Julia's home!

Oh, uh... well, did you marry Augusto's sister, Julia's brother?

If you think of the two faces from Mr. Augusto's memory, there is the figure of a beautiful young man with straight blonde hair and thin green eyes, characterized by a silver-haired wave with a hanging, tight appearance, blue eyes, very similar to Mr. Augusto, and a large dripping eye that seems very gentle.

......... you've turned out to be just like your mother in the eye...

No, but I think you're so beautiful in the future! Good for you! My niece!

... I mean, isn't this mutual brother-in-law?

It's not easy?

... no, yeah, well, good.

My niece would have heated up at some point if I had done such a thought on swallowing by myself.

"You'll never forgive me! Such an angry child! I wonder if you, as royalty, would be ashamed to judge just by your appearance!

I'm sorry to be that fiancée! I would never like that!

"Cristia."

Yeah, so, please, don't speak so badly of the royalty because Odishan will be executed.

I don't want to die yet. Me.

Though I truly thought about it, when I called her in a sober act, my niece blocked her mouth with those little hands like she panicked.

"I'm sorry, Uncle, if I were you, I'd just..."

"No, there's nothing to worry about in front of me.

But to be a fine lady, you have to be a little more calm. "

Otherwise, Mr. Augusto will be executed.

Maybe for royal insults or something.

"Well, you said something like Leena to your uncle."

"Oh, Christy seems to have a good teacher."

"Already! I still care about this! And Leena's not a teacher, she's a samurai, uncle."

"Right. So Cristia got a good lady."

As soon as I said that, I was terribly freaked out when I realized I was smiling slightly.

Something, I just laughed so naturally at Mr. Augusto's face!?

I've never consciously tried to laugh before, but something made me smile on my own! Nanicole!

Even if you don't, Mr. Augusto, you made Julia look so cute catching a niece other than her eyes!?

Looking for memories, yeah, something was so cute.

Your son, you're pathetic. Mr. Augusto's idiot.

At that time, I notice my niece looking up at me with an emotional expression somewhere.

"... uncle, you've changed."

"Hmm, you think so?"

Something doesn't make me look like that often, me.

No, yeah, well, I don't have a choice.

Because the contents are different.

"Yeah, I've been very sweet for a long time, but I've always been tingly.

But now you have a refreshing, gentle face. "

"... I see."

I'm kind of glad to tell you that my niece's smile is dazzling and all I can do is snort.

"I can't even imagine what the hell caused it, but finally, your uncle's worries cleared up,... so good."

The look on my niece's face, who laughs happily, ironically resembles Julia's, and I see, I'm convinced that cats are adorable.

Think as you rebut your niece's words in your head.

Certainly Mr Augusto's worries would have cleared up.

It's ironic that he's dead.

... well, as for my worries, there's a mess.

Rather, I can only worry.

I want a true healing!

I thought about it, but I decided that I wouldn't be standing here forever, and I decided to open my mouth while sending my niece my gaze.

"... thank you, Kristia.

Come on, let's make it tea. Can I talk to you?

"Yep! Absolutely! Leena, get me some tea."

"Everything is ready without delay, ma'am"

"Well! That's Leena!

"Alfredo"

"Ha, we already have tea treats"

"Uhm."

That's how the tea party, the likes of us entering the room, began in a flamboyant atmosphere.

Laughing happily, my beautiful little girl's niece starts talking more and more.

It's not in Mr. Augusto's memory. I was looking into what happened during the month he was asleep, but they were very fresh in someone else's eyes, and in children's eyes.

For example, in the territory ruled by your niece's house, in the territory of another house next door, a demon came out and was crusaded by the Knights who ran, but the material taken from that demon was sold to the territory of your niece's house, or something.

In another territory, they got a rare crop in the deal, so I took the trouble to get it back, etc.

Let's just decide to think about what a demon thing is at a later date and let it go through now.

Among other things, the story of my niece being made to meet as the fiancée candidate for the First Prince was so emotional.

Mainly, of anger.

Leaving it alone was going to erupt again, so it was hard to change the argument or forgive me.

But I didn't know your niece was a candidate for the prince's fiancée.

I'll look into it later.

Well, whatever the title is, the blood muscles must be reasonable.

Anyway, the connection to the Duke of Verstein's house means it's connected to the royal bloodline.

He's about the same age, maybe he was just fine.

The other reason is... magic.

If I'm conscious, my niece seems more magical than anyone I've ever met.

Once we explored knowledge, the royal family basically tended to value blood muscle and magic.

Given that, my niece must be quite a leading candidate.

He doesn't seem to like the prince very much.

It's the one with the worst first impression, you can't help it.

Well, the classic of the story is that after this, we're kind of attracted to each other, and it seems like something, but... it's real here.

Don't you?

But if you hate the prince so much, I don't think it's weird that he's going to be in trouble later.

For example, if you are guilty of treason, if you are held responsible for the radical people of the anti-kingdom, or if you start thinking about it, you have no kiri.

It stinks around this kid, which means it stinks around me.

Before that happens, let's just pick the buds we can pick.

It will still be completely modifiable from now on.

That's why I'm going to try a little hard.

"Do you think Cristia would like to be tied to someone she likes?

"It is, indeed, ideal, but I know that I am noble."

In response to my inquiry, my niece seems a little bitter and answers that.

The aristocratic child is smarter than the one in Ichii studying, which was in Mr. Augusto's knowledge, but his niece may be particularly remarkable.

Well, girls basically have that kind of realistic place, don't they?

But is this what it sounds like if you hit it?

Personally, you might like this niece thing.

I open my mouth without hesitation even though I think about it.

"Surely for the aristocracy, blood muscles and positions will be important"

"Yes, so I, as a nobleman, would accept my father's fiancée."

Kiri and her seriously determined talking niece had a very childless look.

When I was in this position, I only had memories of how high I could climb in elementary school playthings and not knowing exactly how high I could climb, and my teacher made a mistake.

But I see that you are defending your position that noble children have to be adults to do it.

"That's analogy, even the First Prince, eh?

"...... yeah. It's amazing. I hate it."

If you ask for confirmation, you look so disgusted, your niece flattering her face with a bitter look like she drank blue juice.

You really don't like it.

Yeah, but you're the other prince, so let's weigh ourselves in.

"Cristia, do you know who the First Prince is?

"He's a fucking busy idiot."

"Where did you learn these words?"

In my inquiry, I cautioned reflexively about some less words that popped out of my niece's mouth with a ladylike, chunky atmosphere.

"No more questions, uncle..."

As soon as possible, my niece reflects with a special winning attitude.

My attention has worked so well that I'm still going to cry, soggy and depressed.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Odysan, you're scared of your face, you were scared.

But I was surprised, me.

No way, if a lady uses it against such a dirty word prince.

The future I will be executed will be realistic at once.

Stop it, man. Seriously.

I'm scared of kids like that.

I put my mouth on a cup of tea while I felt a complicated fear of my niece that way on the inside.

Oh, this is delicious.

... Yeah, I'm a little calm, so let's get back to it.

"... well, good if you're reflecting.

Back to you... the first prince I know is a lonely child. "

That said, Kotri, and make a small noise, and put the cup on top of the saucer.

I personally have never met with a prince, but Mr. Augusto found out earlier when he searched for the prince.

I'm not interested in prying into Mr. Augusto's private life, but I don't think it's a problem to look at his memories in public. Privately.

I also think it is necessary to facilitate future relationships.

For this reason, the prince's impression in that memory was a child who behaved arrogantly to delude loneliness.

"Lonely, child?

Strangely enough, my niece rebukes my words.

Do you know what it means to be number one in the throne?

"Most likely to be king in the future."

"Right. But that means you can't have yourself."

"Do you think you are?

I guess she's still young enough not to know what I'm trying to say.

Very strange, looking at my face.

"... Kristia, before you were the Countess, you must have been a man named Kristia, right?

"Yes."

"But the first prince is raised as a king from a young age.

You deserve to be the next king. "

I tipped my neck like I was in trouble with the look of quietly telling her so, but my niece wasn't sure.

"...... uh..."

Oh, my God, this kid's cute.

What's it like to be watching this little animal?

"Hmm, I guess it was a little difficult.

Right, I mean, there's no freedom at all, they don't listen, they push all the ideals, and that's the kid that's taken for granted. "

"Is that normal?"

"That's right. You must be a lonely kid, right?

Asking for consent, she looked up, showing a bare gesture of thinking slightly as she leaned down.

"Are your friends not welcome?

"If you're a squire or a schoolmate, you'll be there. And they will only see the prince as a prince."

To her inquiry, return the words in a quiet manner.

Then she glanced at her breath.

"Well...!, my God..."

That said, I didn't even think about it, after seeing me with the look on my face, somewhere sad, and sorry, distorts my expression.

"... that's when I was about to be able to decide on my own to my fiancée, so I guess I got angry?, Rebellion, or Eight Hits,"

Well, if you have a decent friend, I don't think you're going to be the kind of person to hit your niece eight.

So maybe this idea of mine is correct.

Even if it wasn't, well, if your niece doesn't hate the prince too much, that's fine, so there's nothing wrong with that.

"... I can't forgive the words that the child said to me... but I think I understand your mood."

"Then the next time I see you, you should be my friend, not my fiancée."

"... well, I don't care what you think the next king will be without one of his friends..."

After a few silences, she shrugged so as if she had decided to.

That's what you're supposed to think, Kimi.

Poor thing makes us friends! What doesn't make such a childish cheap idea sound like a niece, I wonder if it sounds like a niece.

"... Hmm, if you think so, do that for him.

He may not want it, but if someone doesn't bake you a favor, it's gonna be a mess. "

"Yeah, I'll try that when I get a chance."

Cochri, nodding with one, with a determined look on her face, stared at me with some guilt.

"... burn it. What, is that good?

"I don't mind, peace in the country is more important than my own."

Uh, I see. - You're really smart, this kid.

I like smart kids, sister.

But it's kind of unusual for people to scorn themselves because of that.

"... well.... then apologize, I'll ride whenever I want to talk to you."

"Is it good!?

My niece looks at me with great pleasure as she dyes her cheeks.

"Oh, it's for my pretty niece. That's about right."

That's what I told Mr. Augusto, even though he remembered his frustration with nature and his loose mouth.

"Thank you, uncle...! I'll try harder!

In a good way, the boulder is Duke Verstein's niece, as they say!

Uh, yeah, I didn't mean to say that.

I'm not sure why they spoil me and renew my resolve.

"... you mustn't do more than that."

"Attention, I will. But this is my heart."

What a crisp face to be told so, I felt like I could never have been there.

Who educated this girl?

"... Hmm, the princess of my clan seems determined.

But will you promise me one thing?

"What is it?

Even though I'm not royal, there's no way I can let you live like that, like it's normal to kill your heart and live.

I don't mind growing up like that.

Or, in this kid's case, he was too smart to look at it on his own.

If so, this is too dangerous at this age.

I told him, staring down at the little girl who was not even old enough in front of me for that thought.

"To rely on it before there's nothing you can do. That's all I want from you."

Then, as troubled as the girl was, the girl opened her mouth with some delight

"... I don't want to rely too much on you, but I promise you, it's your uncle's word."

Yes! I took the word!

Children are best honest.

If you look at her expression, you can quickly see that my words are the words that she wanted.

'Cause it looks like I'm really happy.

"Never, never make a difference."

"Yes!"

My niece, who replies cheerfully to me just in case, was so adorable.

Akan, this girl is adorable.

I guess I'll do my best, it was an afternoon.