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

Last reveal.

When I was asleep, I suddenly woke up and the maid was crawling around at night.

......... yeah, right, you don't get it.

Anyway, let's get a closer look at the situation.

Just now, maybe, but I sense people's signs, and I think they're awake.

I don't know what time it is, but, well, it must be midnight.

Well, I tried to get up thinking something was up, and the girl was on top of me.

Nah.

I don't think there's much difference in the expression that it's crossed.

From what I can tell, it looks like 17 or something, so shall I make it a girl? It's good, isn't it, girl?

And you were getting a hot confession earlier.

Yader! If you're Mr. Augusto, Motte Motte! The boulders are handsome. You're an odyssama!

...... Yeah, I don't know how this happened.

I mean, I guess one's good.

"... wouldn't you and I meet for the first time?

I mean, who is it? Says.

We've never met before, have we? I don't know, such a girl.

"For my husband, I understand that I am the same stone on the side of the road.

But yesterday, when you showed up before us, I was distracted at first sight by my husband...! "

A plain looking eyeglass girl answering with tears as she nodded her eyes at my inquiry.

I'd like you to leave for now before I tell you that, but I guess that's not the case given the purpose.

If even this one shook off cheaply, as I imagined with the needle, Augusto's specs would probably kill him.

So I can't do anything.

That's packed again.

No, yeah, well, let's just put it down.

... but yesterday, when you gathered all the servants? Nothing else, right?

I guess that means this kid is a servant.

I'm dressed as a maid, and I'm sure it's a maid.

Mr. Augusto's favorite blonde hair and blue, eyes...... yeah? Something uncomfortable.

Eyeglasses? Maybe because of the glasses...

That's good now. No, let's put it down.

Steady, in love at first sight, hey...?

"Do you understand what you're talking about?

"... yes, please, please, dream of the night, to me... eh!

In response to my words and wondering if I had said so to plead, the girl, with her own two arms to emphasize her breasts, pushes it up, a fierce self-assertiveness that can be seen even from above her clothes, and shifts the skirt of her maid's clothes with her own hands to show me her own thighs.

... No, you're very aggressive.

Yeah, I don't think anything.

When I say one way or the other, I feel a little sick.

'Cause I don't have that kind of taste.

Well, if it's a guy from around here, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I can't do a sit-down.

Apparently, I'm the type of person who feels that homosexuality is not prejudicial, but I don't like it if it comes down to me.

I think you should like it for what others do!

Well, it's because the exterior is odd and the contents are girls, and no matter which way you fall on a man or woman, it turns out to be homosexual.

I don't care what you think. I can't make love.

What is this, pretty good?

Yeah, there's nothing more I can do about it, so for now, I'm going to live my lost wife in an unforgettable setting.

One day, I wish I could have someone who likes me enough to care about everything, but I can't seem to think of this disgust or anything.

Well, more than that.

What should I do with this girl?

A blurry view of the girl who rode over me.

"Oh, the...?"

As I casually stared at the slightly confused girl, who was also unresponsive to the colour scheme, she blushed her cheeks and stared at me to ask this one.

... yeah.

"You only feel uncomfortable."

"Eh."

I solidify in my words, which groaned sarcastically, with a voice of surprise similar to that of a grunt, as if the girl had been struck by a void.

No, 'cause, hey.

It felt like it was the vegetables that blushed when I stared at her earlier.

But the girl in front of me who was supposed to be trying so hard to seduce me didn't look, at all, desperate to me.

Equal, uncomfortable.

"You must be very proud of your body. But you can't do that."

I do think you have big breasts, enough to know you're big even in made-up clothes. Between F and D, maybe?

If I put on some decent underwear (made in modern Japan), it might be about F.

Your thighs seem soft with good meat.

The skin also looks fine, so it seems very pleasant to touch.

But that's all.

"Uh, uh, sir?

"If it's plain, shake it like it's plain. A girl like you can't possibly come crawling at night with such grandeur, and she'll be strangely used to it."

Something's socked up in the promotional footage of the halfway Gravia Idol, isn't it, behavior?

That's not what plain girls do. Whatever you think.

"I know a plain girl wanted to create an unexpected feeling that she was actually nasty, but then she'd be more desperate to seduce me."

Seriously or not, if you hang on to me, an active acting actress, you'll soon find out.

Well, a creature called a girl basically has tough eyes to see a girl other than herself, so it can be normal to be able to break through, but it's uncomfortable to put that aside.

"You took it for granted that you were attacked? You can't do that on the outside."

There is no novelty specific to young children.

There is no shame, no confusion, no sense of disloyalty that I would otherwise feel like a hissy, or the kind of atmosphere that they have become.

"And what's the reason for that?

That plain, that there's a girl in her chest who falls for that idea in just two days?

If that's possible, it's just a situation where you're being blackmailed and you have someone you don't want to marry.

Then you'd still be desperate. "

Quick story, it seems so deliberate.

"In general, what did you want to emphasize? Breasts or legs? Either way, not both.

Oh, I see, you wanted to invite upset? Then the stuffing is still sweet. "

I've been analyzing it and I'm already feeling the extra pain.

The ones that feel like they're playing a young kid because they can't get older, or they're not trying to target something, or they're trying to delude themselves without knowing it because they're making a mistake.

Later, like the first time I saw something like that, farmed natural kids.

I don't know why you were looking at it, but it's to create a role, but something.

The promotional footage of Gravia Idol has that kind of uncertain pain...

Can't a man see this?

Oh, wouldn't a man feel the same way about me if he were a man of kizzy behavior?

I don't know.

Anyway, that explains a lot of things I want to say to this girl, so I'm saying a lot.

The girl who shuddered her shoulders as she sifted and leaned down.

I couldn't read my expression because of my glasses reflexes and forehead, but I didn't care.

You can cry if you want.

Well, it doesn't look that way at all.

It's not a crying human-specific breath, and it's not how you put your strength into it.

Mr. Augusto's specs make breathing and all that easy to understand, and if you have the observational eye of an active acting actress, it's easy to break through.

Well, she doesn't seem like a crying woman like this, and let's just say she folds up.

"It's best to attract them in order if you want to seduce them. Because it can be realistic.

I prefer to behave in an orderly manner with basic human beings. So if you show it at once, you don't want it to be any more effective. "

Men around here may not care much about this, but I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that this method inspires a man's instincts.

No, it might be an exaggeration because it's my personal view.

By the way, does self-explanatory reason fit in this way?

So I realized something.

No, no, no, no. Why is this kid still wearing glasses when it could be Ahern from now on?

... as far as I can tell (I don't know by the reflection now), it didn't look like the glasses with that much degree in them.

Then the line disappeared because I couldn't see anything without it.

If there's anything else, uh, I'm having trouble seeing too much, so I'm just hanging up to make it better?

...... No, that's something different.

Then it's unnatural that this child's eyes were properly visible to me.

Because it's either more or less degrees than you need to make them possible, or something.

It's not like I forgot to remove the temper.

It's so unnatural.

Why are you so suspicious of the girl you met?

That's because you can't even trust this bitch, who suddenly comes crawling at night!

These kids want someone else's lover, they enjoy watching a couple break down, they decide they have a crush anyway.

It may be prejudicial, but you have no choice! This kid is so suspicious!

I don't care if you don't embarrass the girl, 'cause I'm a girl, too.

Got it. This way. That's right.

I'd rather be ashamed.

"I'll tell you more than once, I only feel uncomfortable with you"

Suddenly the atmosphere of the girl in front of her suddenly changed when she said it kicked off to incite it.

"... eh... it would have been easier if you'd honestly attacked the eagle, what? Sermon? Whatever you do with your body, you're a weasel, aren't you?

The girl with her glasses off and her sharp gaze at me, making a small noise of metal and glass rubbing, pronouncing such a thing with dignity.

As soon as possible, it turned out who the discomfort I had always felt was.

Her red hair fluttered like blood until she removed her glasses, and her similarly colored, blue-looking red eyes capture me as I stared.

The seemingly faint atmosphere earlier disappeared, and instead she became closer to the woman than to the girl, with her red lips as if they had drawn red.

Yes, my nature is out -!

You're a good bitch, this kid.

... but if I take my glasses off, they change the color of my hair, the color of my eyes, whatever the hell I do, oh, shit, those glasses, the magic props for disguise.

...... No, wait a minute. What is a demon prop?

I don't think I can help but wonder about the intuition that arose in my doubts.

This is the second time I've been curious, and I don't feel right about not knowing it, so when I hung up my search on knowledge for now, I immediately got an answer.

- Demonic props

The generic name of a tool that can use the magic of its owner to simulate magic. It's so expensive.

............... I see, I don't know.

I know it's expensive for now, but that's all.

...... Yeah, well good. Let's go through now.

I was disguised, I tempted you to come, and I'm already cro, aren't I?

In the meantime, do you just incite, gather information and go?

"That's why you're so sweet with the stuffing, don't get carried away a little longer. It's a whore's job to give someone else the wheelchair and body.

There's not enough special feeling to show it to others, just in front of them. "

Yeah, I was just thinking, what am I supposed to do?

"What, a whore...?"

"Did you behave correctly earlier? If the stuffing is sweet, the acting is sweet."

That's amazing, Mr. Augusto, when you do, you'll get words that will stir up their anger.

Well, I ended up being such a bitch, thank you.

Is that it? Does a whore fit with a bitch?

Well, I think it's good either way.

"Let me tell you...!"

"Hmm?"

He wrapped his magic around his body and tried to do something to me. He shook her off sassy and slammed her off to the floor.

I'm not sure what I did myself too quickly, but I want to make it good because I was able to retreat as a result.

Finally, I tried to radiate my magic against her so she couldn't escape.

By the way, in the meantime, less than a second.

Why did you do that is because this method was most effective in capturing Mr. Augusto from his knowledge.

I don't know why, and I'm not sure.

Something's already bothering me, so I'm leaving it.

"Ugh!"

I got out of bed looking down at the girl groaning in a painful voice.

A red-haired girl staring at me from the bottom, crouching on the floor with a bow, somewhere to regret.

I'm calling you a girl, but I don't think this kid is the age he looks like.

How do you know that? It's a woman's fault!

You look like an asshole!

"......... what, this stuff?

The girl's red eyes narrowed more sharply when she tried rambling to stir it up even more.

"What are you...!"

Yeah, no matter what they say. Hey, I don't really get it either, so there's nothing you can do about it.

Really, sage, I wonder what it is.

Well, there's nothing I can do about what I don't know, so I'm going to go through.

"That's the line here. Where is he?

It's not a good idea to kill him, so let's get some information out of him.

I don't want to kill you, so I'll put you behind me, but you can't help it because you're not ready or able to afford it!

Well, I don't think there's any need for forgiveness for bitches, so I plan on waving violence to the extent that I don't die.

I've only had about as many fights as I had with my neighbor's fucking kid when I was a kid about violence, but that's probably better when I think about it in Mr. Augusto's specs.

If it's not better, I'll probably die.

"... why do I have to say it?"

"Well, I don't want to hurt any more women."

disobedient, so I had no choice but to put my feet lightly on that luxurious back, and if I slowly weighed

"Ah, ahhh!

The murmur went up.

· Muffled

wheezing. Or a woman's deceitful voice.

I accidentally searched with brain knowledge, but yeah.

No, wait, wait, wait, why?

"... what is your voice now?"

"... ha, ha, ha."

Something tells me I can hear you being an adult.

"You're hurting me, aren't you?

"Oh, yeah, it hurts..."

Haa, what a hot exhale, she looks up at me by accident, that's already fantastic, but yeah.

I'm just stepping on it.

"Then why do you have a glossy voice?

"I'm sorry about you."

The line of acting to induce my agitation cannot be completely discarded as a possibility, so I will try to encourage the continuation of the words.

"Hmm, what are you trying to say?

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

She twists her body as she uplifts her cheeks and begins to exhale rough as excited.

......... yeah.

"Oh, those scorned eyes, yi... yi!

As soon as I noticed my gaze, I looked somewhere happy and began to trance her, donning.

I don't think anything's good, but I guess it's good for her.

I wish I had lost my mind, but I couldn't do it, so I stared at him.

"Ahem! I can't stand it."

Oh, no. I knew this guy, he's real.

D.M. What do you want me to do with this guy? He's disgusting, overtly disgusting.

It's extra disgusting to think I'm being seen that way or something.

What? I've never seen this before. D.M. was so creepy. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to know seriously.

"...... that's disgusting..."

"Ahem! The look on your face like you saw that filth, the cold voice..."

I'm just pulling down, and I'm starting to get even more excited.

Akan, I want to go home as much as I've ever been.

I want to stroke my parents' cat. I want to moff.

I want healing.

"Ah, more, more chodai! Ha, ha... Just look down on you, my, it's gonna be hot in the back of my body,... awesome, okay...!"

"It's disgusting, don't talk"

I couldn't help but focus on my legs because of the excess creeps, but she didn't die for any reason, and the contents never came out, so I started heating up even more.

"Ugh! Oh, ha, nice, it hurts so bad! I've never seen anything like it before! More, more eagles!

Ugh, wow!!!

Inside, even the earliest thoughts are sluggish, just summoning.

If this had been out there, I would have seen something that came out of horror comics, something I shouldn't have seen, and looked like someone screaming out of fear.

It was as shocking as that.

I don't put it on the table, of course.

He definitely shouldn't let this out.

I didn't like it when I was stepping on something, so I push my emotions desperately and kill them anyway, so I step aside.

"Oh, hey, look at more eagles, with those cold eyes, scorn them! Ah, tie it tighter......!"

Don't look at me like that. Seriously, don't. Don't look at me.

Let's call him Dom.

"Ha... ah, you can step on it more, it's okay...? No! Step on it, Chodai! Ha,...... that, with your feet, step on the eagle as you wish with the soles of your shoes!, uhh, two bottles of bone, you can fold it... more eagle chodai for pleasure!

Haha and exhaling rough, I was happily pleaded with my blood-running eyes and dont pull through and feel scared.

I want to cry.

I don't know what to do. I'm serious, I'm sick. I don't know what to do. Goosebumps.

For the rest of it, I felt the air only getting heavier around the dm if my magic was rampant.

At that heavy pressure, or Missi from the floor, I hear it, and then Dom raises his happy voice.

"Oh, my God, my whole body is mistletoe...! Awesome!, eh! Oh, I don't know... it's getting wet..."

Argh, argh, argh, argh, argh, argh.

I pretend I don't sound desperate on the inside, but I didn't block my ears, so I ended up hearing it.

In the meantime, I was forced to listen from right to left anyway in order not to ask and not think deeply about it.

No, seriously, what a creep, when - the girl dm is so disgusting, I didn't want to know.

No, maybe this guy is just creepy for nothing, but I don't know, and if I can, I want to forgive the man dm, or the very existence of dm.

I hate to sound so bad about the dm in the world, but I'm sorry. I can't do this.

No more. I want to cry, no more. I think I'm going to cry, someone, yes, let's call Mr. Hidden.

I can't do it because I'm sorry about calling the butler to my room in the middle of the night, and professionally he would be the most informative.

Cinza, are you there?

"Yes, yes, I called you -? What, huh? What is this situation?"

Mr. Hidden, who came as soon as I called him, was a ninja style with a hidden face.

Something already made me want to scream in disgrace and outrage, but anyway, I desperately push it to death and open my mouth with my usual expression and attitude applied to keep it out of the table.

"This woman is a rat."

"Oh, not a rat, why don't you call me a female pig...?"

I was thrown those words with a hot gaze, and as a result of some mixing of fear and relief, I was so frustrated that I had never had one before.

"... what's that attitude? You think you can fulfill your desires with something like that, shallow. Give me a position."

"Ahem! What a good curse...! If I could stare at you with those cold eyes, I'd get wet again...!"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I was so disgusted and delighted as a result of rambling without thinking like bumping into a frustration.

I deserve it, but I don't care, D.M. No, seriously, it sucks.

I'm getting nauseous because of the rejection.

"Huh?, seriously, what is this?"

It doesn't make too much sense, Mr. Hidden standing with Pokhan.

You have no choice, I think it'll be me too, like this.

Well, good now, better than that.

Cinza, do you know anything about this woman?

"Huh? Oh, yeah, uh,..................... eh?

When Hidden came to the side prompted by my words, he crouched in and checked the dm, and an upset voice fell zero out of Hidden's mouth like he hadn't heard much before.

"What's up?"

"Husband, Sama, he's red."

"Hmm?"

"Red eyes, red hair, given the strength that I've never noticed before, no doubt. The shadow that serves the royal family, it's crimson."

Um, shadow, is that it, like an assassin in a time play or something, like a sneak?

Is that him?

What? You had a DM for royalty?

"Oh, I don't like it, that's what I call it. Call me Rose."

"Didn't you want to be called a female pig?

"That's what I call it. It's a na ta...

It's depressing.

Ugh, what a colorful laugh, on the floor, kicking over the words of the dm that make your body cunek.

I want you to stop doing that because I'm angry and sick.

"Wow, this is what crimson was all about ~......... you didn't want to know......"

Haha..., what a dry laugh, whining secretly.

Yeah, right, I totally agree.

Because Hidden said, "Crimson Red” is the most famous power in the back neighborhood, right?

That's what I don't have.

"... so, what the hell is the purpose? He must have been diving into our house on purpose as a maid."

"Hey there, you're telling me to call you Rose about the eagle.

Oh, except you, huh? Anything but female pigs, scumbags. But, ah, the whore I just said, I don't care if you call me that!

Speaking coldly to Mr. Hidden, the next moment DM speaks sweetly to me.

Yeah, how creepy is that?

"Aren't you willing to listen?

"Hmm, nice way to call that, but a little short..."

Dom narrowed his eyes to my scratch and began to exhale even more colorfully as he blushed his cheeks.

Yeah, yeah, it's disgusting. What the hell, seriously.

I'm running out of vocabulary, I don't have that much variation.

Akan, I'm tired.

"......... Cinza, do something"

"Sorry, husband. Sama, I can't do this."

"...... well"

That's right...

Well, if Mr. Hidden can manage it, you've already done it...

Apparently, the only way is for me to work hard.

In the meantime, we can't take action to ensure that the target's purpose is not clear, so we need you to spit out the information.

It's times like this that I concentrate on acting.

What would Mr. Augusto do?

Given his character in memory, he must work hard.

It's a fight. Me, come on. Me.

"Then here's what we'll do. If you want to be trampled by me, throw up in the wash."

"... eh."

In my words against Dom, I have a stunned look on my face, Mr. Hidden, which solidifies on the spot.

I don't like it either, so I want you to guess.

"Yes...! Just say it."

"............... husband Sama"

"Don't say anything."

To the happy dm, he took control of Hidden calling me in the same atmosphere he said something about, and kicked it off.

"So, what's the purpose?

"Let me introduce myself first.

The eagle, Rose. The Lord has given me a name with Crimson Rose. In the back neighborhood, you're marked "crimson."

No, I don't need your information or anything.

Though I thought so, I seemed to be extra happy when I said that, so I went through.

"This time, there were eagles in this mansion to protect the owner of the Verstein family, who is the Lord's acquaintance, and to investigate. Sole is the main task of the eagle"

"An escort and an investigation?

If he objected to be sure, Dom would crawl on the floor without looking concerned, but would rather say proudly and dignified.

"Yes, the Lord's life.

Even so, I'm worried about you, and I just want you to see that as much as possible. "

I see. So, escort and investigation.

With my hands on my chin, I think, Hmm.

There would be no point in spitting lies in this situation.

So what you're saying is true?

On top of that, I deduce from dm's words and deeds that apparently mr. Augusto knows royalty.

Well, I don't know, it seems the Duke is second only to the royal family, and it's not funny to have such acquaintances.

It's no bother, but I guess I have no choice but to be in a position.

"Yeah, by the way, when I died because of the poison, it was the eagle that made me survive.

But I never thought I'd reborn and be a sage, Ked. "

There are a lot of scratches, but thanks to D.M., that's through because I can't be sure of the authenticity.

More than that, let's hear what you have to say.

"You know very well that I'm a wise man."

"It will prove that the eagle was able to feel the pain.

Whatever, the eagle is a vampire. I didn't build it to be damaging to people around here.

Yeah, vampires.

There is such a thing, this world.

Well, my guess is that he's not the same age as he looks.

Six or vampires are ninja, fantasy is seriously free.

No, maybe he's an assassin, not a ninja.

Yeah, I don't care.

"Hmm, then why are you trying to seduce me?

"To explore your sincerity, a man is basically honest within.

And that was a good pain...... hey, would you step on it again...? "

"Say no."

"Am I right, Ali?"

I'm not releasing any more magic, but how long have you been rolling around. If you think he's the one, maybe he didn't have to step on it and wait.

It's disgusting, so I was wondering if you could just disappear. Seriously.

"Ahhh, yi...!"

Excited by my unexpected cold gaze, Kunechne and boring dm were disgusting after all.

I'm not going to get used to this discomfort for long.

No, I don't want to get used to it.

"... Cinza."

"I can't."

As soon as I called, I received a reply immediately with my dead eyes.

Don't say that. Do something, I'm tired.

"But unfortunately, if you find out, you will report it to the Lord, and you will return temporarily.

It's a shame, but I have to go home. "

"Well, go home."

I say relentlessly to D.M., who unfortunately fills his index finger to his lips as he gracefully stands up and scratches up his red hair.

Go home.

And don't come again.

"It's okay. It's your Rose. I'll be back."

"You don't have to come"

Go home. You're following me, go home.

Sometimes it's because you're afraid of treason because you've harmed the shadow of the royal family, but the most disgusting.

This isn't the only dm in the world. I'm sure it's just him, absolutely.

"That's right, you'll always be, what a wretch, what should I call you"

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

You know, before you got hit hard by dm, you don't really listen to me. What is it?

"Dear Augusto, Dear Verstein, um, all are not good"

"Cinza"

"That's why I can't do it!

Do something about it.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna call you by your name, and the eagle is a female pig, so let me call you Lady Vel."

"Cinza"

"I said I can't!

"It's settled! Well, then, my dear Ver, I'll be back!

"You don't have to come"

My words just sounded vainly in the room like that, and D.M. didn't even show a bare gesture to hear at all, and with a throwing kiss, for some reason he left the window refreshed.

Of course they threw it. Kiss and Hidden knocked it off.

"............ Husband Sama, you've been liked by some nasty woman..."

I wanted to exhale a huge sigh of thought but didn't go either, clamping just to exhale small, against what Mr. Hidden said as he stared at the window where D.M. left.

"... I don't even understand why this happened."

You know, I've heard that kind of sexuality, but I didn't think it was that bad in so many ways.

Right. That was terrible.

Oh, yeah, I got a good idea.

"Sinza, hurt him instead of me"

Then I guess my favor shifts from me to Mr. Hidden.

"No, that's why I can't! It's only to the extent that the mosquito stung me that I did it!

"... is there such a difference in strength?"

"Assassination is the business over there, and I'm the business of secrecy. It's a different field, so I can't help it."

It's a serious voice, I don't know your expression because your face is hidden, but still a secret to tell you seriously.

... well, it's a shadow owned by the royal family of the kingdom in the bend.

Is there no reason for half-way strength?

That's the assassin. Oh, no.

In the meantime, I'm going to go back to sleep because I'm so mentally tired.

"Well,... report all this to Alfredo. I go to sleep."

"Yeah, I get it. Good night, husband, Sama."

"Oh, good night"

As soon as I said it, I thought Mr. Hidden had suddenly blocked my mouth with both hands, and I began to shudder with some pleasure.

... Huh?... suddenly what? It's creepy.

Are you bored?

No, get out because it's so good, I want to sleep.

"My husband, I can't believe you can hear Sama say good night to me!"

"Hustle, get out of here"

"Ah yes."

So I finally got back to bed with a shark.

The futon is the best.

But this time, I think it goes without saying that the dm thing has become traumatic.

If I can, I don't want to see him again.

But you said you were coming back, so I guess you're coming, it's fucked up.

I closed my eyes quietly, moaning inside like that.

Come peacefully and quickly, with all due regard.