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

After a while, by the time the boy-looking man was nervous about the guttural bee and pulled shivering, but by the time he had worked hard to bring tea for a number of people and put it on the table, both his niece and sister could calm down and talk.

Nobody has noticed how I was doing when I was alone in my determination.

It is a gift of acting ability.

When I saw it from the side, I thought for a moment that I might have looked like I was snoring at my sister and her wife, but I decided I didn't.

And before that, I didn't even think about the fact that there were many people around me.

Tilt the teacup in front of you and shake the tea inside, the fluffy and good scent plunders your nose.

The scenery is so elegant.

He is graceful enough to feel elegant himself.

It's ruined at the point where it's me!

But I guess tea served in places like this uses good stuff.

In Mr. Augusto's position, he may have deliberately prepared it with very expensive tea leaves.

I would like to leave out the possibility that it is because I am afraid of appearance.

By the way, the boy-looking man left like the wind the moment he finished putting some tea away.

It wasn't refreshing.

If I was desperate, I would have passed it on.

It's a terrible thing not to eat anything else. I want to cry.

Thank you, uncle.

I put my mouth on the cup thinking about what I didn't care, and when I included hot tea in my mouth, my niece accidentally told me to thank you like that, because you were so cute, I almost sprayed tea in my mouth.

"Hmm, what are you talking about?

I want to praise myself for now after desperately pushing and killing to swallow tea and succeeding in asking back quietly and majestically as if it were nothing.

It is something I would definitely like to avoid, such as breaking Mr. Augusto's image.

There's no majesty or snagginess about the sudden eruption of black tea.

My niece is fucking cute because of mr. Augusto's memory what the fuck!! Idiot!!

But if I delude you here, you'll ruin everything! That's me! Well done, me!

By the way, heck, what is it?

But the next moment I thought about a question that didn't matter so much, the smile of my niece, who seemed so happy, got into my sight.

"Hehe, I'm so glad your uncle is angry for me."

Moreover, it is the upper hand, dyeing the cheeks slightly red.

What is this?

Huh?, what's this trial?

I don't know what to do, awesome, I want to stroke your head.

But that's totally out.

Officer, I'm going to have to call you.

That's Akan, come on, me, bear with me.

No, officer, maybe he's not here.

He opened his mouth quietly with a desperately unchanged expression as he pushed his impulse to death with all his might.

"... a while ago, Kristia was angry with me."

"That's natural! Hey, Mother!

"Hehe, right. If you say such disrespectful things, hey, you."

"Right."

No, even if they agree with such a good smile.

"... but I didn't know you wouldn't notice until you pointed it out,...... I'm so sorry"

My husband, who inadvertently said that and started to get depressed, didn't have any smile like he had done a while ago, somehow, it was natural.

... well, but maybe I noticed it because it was an indication from Mr. Augusto's mouth.

I'm sure you were half-hearted when others told you.

What do you know? I think so.

It must have sounded because I'm a party.

"I guess it means... it's still immature."

"Ha ha, you're still tough, Augusto is"

"... well, I wasn't my brother-in-law, either."

This one also gives a sarcastic look back to her husband, who smiles somewhere troubled and then laughs small with a subtle look of regret.

I think it's only immature what you think about being dragged on for 12 years.

Mr. Augusto, seriously.

"... and that, brother, is it not time to get down to business?

"Oh, I'll forget about it like this."

When your sister puts the cup of tea over the saucer, the pottery rubs against each other and makes a small noise of cachary.

Yeah.

Is that what this is about?

"Then let's hear it, Augusto, what the hell is a difficult return to say you're safe?

What's on the inside? While desperately thinking about it, my husband turned a serious eye to me when I was behaving like nothing on the outside.

Uh, no, you planned to talk about that, sure.

I was totally blown away about your niece.

You don't have a choice, do you, my niece?

Well, I just realized that my niece was a sage, but can we talk about the situation in more detail in front of my niece?

You can't do that, can you? You can't. Maybe.

"... Hmm, before that, Kristia. The words I'm about to say may make you feel hard."

"... really?

When I told her that again to my niece, she had a niece who tilted her neck strangely.

Cute.

Wait, no, calm down, me.

"Oh, I hope you've been out of your seat for a little while if you don't want to hear it. That's not what I want you to hear."

Staring back at my niece, the person of the moment remains silent, staring back at me, as if trying to find sincerity, and then showing me how to think about something.

I never opened my mouth to her like that.

"... as far as I'm concerned, I don't want you to hear it."

You're upset by my words in your ear, you're trying to put or lift a cup of tea in front of her, what a restless look, her gaze coming and going between the tea at hand and me.

My niece is a sinner. She's cute.

"... why?

"... I'm afraid you'll be disillusioned."

If my niece tells me that or puts me in an attitude, I'm confident that it will be seriously dented.

I'm talking about how much you're drowning, but, well, this is all because of Mr. Augusto's memory, too.

I feel unnecessarily uncomfortable thinking calmly about the emotions in my body because it can be a preferred child or degree.

The first emotions and thoughts that float backwards to the calm inner feelings that I feel as a soul are really half uncomfortable because my niece, who comes looking at me with a serious look, is cute.

"... do you mind your father and mother?

To a quiet question, consciousness returns to reality.

The two parents, who are spearheads, seem to be in a position to keep an eye on my child even as they ask silently how things are, whether they intend to leave the decision to their niece or not to speak from the side.

"... not that I don't mind, but sooner or later, we have to talk.

But Christia, even though you're smart, you're still a kid, aren't you? Sometimes premature. "

I talked to him without asking questions, and it was difficult for him to say later that he didn't want to hear about it, so he thought it was important to obtain his consent.

But that seems to have ended in concern.

"... Uncle, I'd like to hear from you."

It was a determined eye.

"Soon, you have to know, don't you?

"... right."

Answering to agree, she says kick-ass.

"Then it won't be any different sooner or later."

Yeah, you're right.

Too much truth, words didn't come out.

Somehow, I think he's a strong kid, even though he's still in high school.

"... you can't take responsibility for regretting it, can you?

"Even if I regret it, it's all my own fault."

Once again, the inquiry did not make much sense.

"And I don't want to be the only one who doesn't know."

With a kicking, challenging look, she assures me.

"... well."

"Please, don't tell me either"

To the extra seriousness, being a soul, am I perplexed, and, as an emotion, touched?

What a complicated feeling.

"...... is that really good?

"I'm ready."

"... right, okay. If that's what you're saying, don't stop."

I felt indescribable when they told me to ask again.

You can't tell me now, can you?

I had no choice but to be prepared and let everyone look around.

Make sure you're looking at me with a thoughtfully serious look, and breathe small.

"... but first of all, I was lying ill before the building."

Use the breath you inhale and mouth the words.

With regard to this, maybe even if I didn't, my sister and her wife would have found out, but, well, it feels like I said it once and for all.

"I was poisoned and assassinated by someone"

When I ran out of words, I heard some breathtaking signs from my niece, but I kept on not caring.

"But I was lucky and breathed back"

"No way...!"

As I notice something, Gathari, tells her quietly as she gazes at her husband, who takes his seat.

"Yes, that's when I became a wise man."

In this regard, it can no longer be kept a secret, but it is therefore an exposure.

It got so noisy yesterday that eventually it would spread all over the country.

There's absolutely no point, is there?

As soon as possible, your sister raises a mixed voice of joy.

"Well...!"

I looked at him chilling and he looked at me with some delightful but complicated look.

Sage people are outsiders, so you may have no choice but to feel complicated.

In the meantime, I'm going to let you continue without breaking your hips.

"But I'm not too happy about that either."

"Why? It's a pleasure to be a wise man."

Breathe again as you point the tip of your gaze at his face for the most questions from your husband.

"... if I just became a sage."

"So what the hell is the problem?

To inquire from your sister, I now send my gaze to her, and casually catch sight of her husband taking his seat again at the edge of his eyes, thinking.

Um, in this case, how should I explain it?

I told the king and queen about me, which is the contents, but if I tell them, I don't know where it leaks from.

Because magic is a world where things don't make sense, there may be magic that can read memories.

If it spreads from there that I'm someone else, it's definitely something wrong, and it's the worst beheading.

Yeah, stop it.

"The poisoned harm, the memory in my head falls out everywhere, and as a result, I can't recognize it as my memory"

I try and calmly, but with a slight mix of guilt in my expression, I explain it pale.

"I'm sure I'm no longer the Auguste Verstein you know."

"Oh no!

"Oh my...!"

In the next moment I told her, my niece and sister raised a sad voice almost close to screaming.

"So, what about us?"

"There is a perception that you are family.

But I haven't been able to recognize that it's true. "

Answer the inquiry from your husband with the same look on his face as earlier.

There's no reason to say otherwise, so only wasted guilt solicits it.

I just can't tell you how guilty I feel about what I'm cheating on.

"... sorry."

After all, I couldn't wait to apologize.

"That's not bad for your uncle!

Please don't apologize.

My niece and sister take their seats rattling with consolation in a desperate manner.

"... thanks."

To those two, with an unchanging look on their faces, they lowered their hips somewhere regrettable when they still uttered their words of gratitude.

Something's gone, I knew I'd only feel guilty.

"... do you know who did this?

He was there looking at me with a serious look on his face at the voice from his hunched husband.

"Oh, there's no drain on that."

"Really? That would be a relief."

"I'm sure the killer must be in a state of war by now. He's your brother."

"You're my uncle!

In my words, they gave a gentle look, like a ho relieved, with all their parents and children.

It seems like you are sincerely blessing me with no emotions, including some downside, such as not having to be sick anymore.

They laughed happily, though there would be so much to say and hear against me.

... what a sweet world.

Everyone loves Mr. Augusto, and I guess that's why he's been worried about me.

With these people present, Mr. Augusto, unaware at all, hunted himself down until he broke, and passed away.

Fools have enough.

After all, it's Mr. Augusto who should be here right now, not me.

Really, why am I here?

I almost remembered my family and did something I didn't think about in a hurry.

Because if I think about that now, I'm sure I'll cry.

That's no good.

Absolutely, you can't do it in this place.

I breathed in really small, little by little so they wouldn't notice, and vomited the same way.

Because I thought I could calm down a little and think things through.

It was easy to imagine, thanks to Mr. Augusto's knowledge, that when he roughed up his emotions, his magic would leak out and cause damage around him.

Anyway, I can't help but suppress my emotions and let it go.

"Well, then I guess it's time to go"

That's all I say, drink up the tea in the cup.

Then, my niece opened her mouth like she was in a panic.

"What, isn't your uncle coming with us?

"I'm not going to stand in the way of family water.

Besides, I couldn't say hello last night because of all the circumstances. I'm sorry I let you guys hang out. "

"Really..."

To my words, I thought my soggy, depressing niece was cute, but I couldn't afford to cheer up and flush my thoughts from right to left.

"Kristia, don't bother your brother-in-law too much."

"Yes, Cristia, I know it's a shame, but your brother's busy too, so let's be patient this time, shall we?

"Yes..."

Words of followup are uttered, even though I am grumpy uncomfortable with guilt, discomfort, and feelings that make my niece unconditionally cute.

"Christia, you don't have to worry about it. You can come home again. You're always welcome."

My niece smiled on her way back and replied cheerfully.

"Ha!"

Having such complex feelings for her, both of your parents pinched their mouths in the conversation between me and my niece.

"How clever of you to just Christia, brother, now let me disturb you as a family."

"That's good, I'd love to."

To their words laughing happily, I laugh lightly, calmly and, somewhere bewildered, mixed with the convenient acting of the setting.

"I don't mind, I'm looking forward to it"

"No, I'm glad you did, Kristia."

"... YES!

There was going to be a revulsion in the space of being too kind to the happy family.

Still, I took a seat with the thought of getting my hair pulled back because of my memory, away from them.

Don't put it all on the cut-off table and go back the way you came.

I couldn't afford to see the view.

There was no destination, just a leg forward, and, uh, someone stood in front of me.

When I turned my consciousness to reality, it was an unexpected person there.

"Oh, isn't it the Duke of Verstein, long time no see, it's Rugs du Reinbach"

One old man giving a noble salute to this country with his hands on his chest, saying those greetings and naming words with a tender smile.

...... which side down came this jizzy.