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

The girl, who dropped off the Duke with her face dyed red, recognized the fact and groaned only abominably with her voice as she let her lips go to war (frivolous).

"What, that man... eh!

Anger or shame, dyed red even to his ears, but his expression bites his teeth tight with a gentle smile that always floats.

For a girl, a creature called a man was something she could manipulate as she wished with her beauty and words and deeds.

But when he opened the lid, it was the girl who made it good.

Low, lustrous voices in your ears, words of content that frighten you, if any.

The girl's frustration was merely solicited by the unusual situation of feeling zonked discomfort in her lower back just to remember.

"Hmm, you might still be a little weak in Giulietta"

"... what do you mean, Grandpa?"

To the words of my grandfather, the girl returns the words without changing her expression, but with a rare swordswallowing voice.

To such a girl, my grandfather nodded one with a gentle smile.

"I'm sure that man hasn't forgotten his late wife."

I don't understand my grandfather's words and the girl stops moving for a moment.

Still manage to swallow meaning and figure out what they said.

"Deceased, wife...?"

That word, which rebelled the words of my grandfather, doubled the frustration that nestled in that body of the girl at the moment of understanding.

Does that man think a dead woman is better than me?

Have I lost to a woman who no longer exists?

The tightly clenched, thin, little girl's fist was bleeding and turning bright white, shivering into small pieces as she sifted.

"Yes, it is."

The little squeaky, leaning girl distorts that beautiful smile hatefully at an angle of position no one can see.

Gigi, the toothpicking noise sounded small, and the beautiful girl's face turned into ugliness as if she were a demon.

"What's up, Julietta?"

My grandfather inquires with an unusual gracious voice and expression, looking somewhere delightfully at my granddaughter's leopard freak.

The girl murmured in a terribly hateful voice, crawling through the bottom of the earth, not knowing whether she cared about her grandfather's condition or not.

"... I've never been so humiliated, I'll never forgive you."

"Oh, really?"

As if responding to my grandfather's words like that, I look up at the girl with a more pleasant look than usual.

"I've made up my mind!, Grandpa."

"What?

The girl told her grandfather to sing as if with a fluttering, more gentle smile to her granddaughter, pointing her gaze at her somewhere interesting to explore.

"You make that man so desperate that he doesn't care about his dead wife, you make him lick the hard acid, you make him suffer the blame bitterness that he won't stop begging you not to like anymore, you crush him thoroughly, you destroy him!

Ugh, and the girl who laughs innocently is like an angel in a painting, but her eyes are comatose and staring.

"...... I see"

To the appearance of such a granddaughter, my grandfather merely nodded one as he was convinced.

It must have been a pleasure for my grandfather.

"Oh man, your family and your body are weak, aren't they, Grandpa?"

"Right."

I guess my granddaughter also came up with the same method that my grandfather once did to the Duke.

My grandfather, who guessed so, smiled somewhere, staring at the girl who thinks, oh no, not like this, I think.

That was definitely an effect.

When it comes to the Duke's impatience at that time, it's so hard to exhaust to the brush tongue, really, really.

"... funny, it was..."

The granddaughter in front of him groaned so little that she could not even hear him, and he did not, and the old man's eyes with a somewhat distorted look were uglier, dizzier, and more obnoxious than that of his granddaughter.

I didn't even show how much I cared if my grandfather hadn't noticed or didn't care, and my granddaughter seemed to enjoy herself.

"If my wife is dead and I can't do it anymore now, you're still my son!

"Well, what do you want to do?

"First of all, Grandpa, can't you introduce me?

We'll talk about it later.

You all believe you can be sure if you ask your grandfather, the girl said so with a sneer laugh and leaned her neck pitifully.

In a girl's heart, she doesn't even understand if it's hate or love.

"Wow, that's really nasty, those hedrons"

I muttered to no one because I understood that even if someone were here, they wouldn't understand their voice, their appearance, or even their signs.

If I were to be noticed, it would be “crimson" drinking tea gracefully in front of me, a more graceful being than I am, or something like my Lord, the Duke of Verstein.

I can see them, but I can't hear them. Position, I was dressed as an aristocratic man on that terrace, and I was craving tea.

In front of me is a "crimson" dressed as an aristocratic girl, with her nose ringing.

"Hung, I really think that expression is perfect. I wonder why such a disgusting existence is alive."

Dark magic that delivers sound through shadows and shadows.

Heard through the shadow of the trees planted beside them and the shadow of the cup of tea I had, against what they were talking about, "Crimson" sighed with a depressing look on his face and groaned so as if he was stunned.

It's really strange that she should be wearing an open chest dress that accentuates her busty breasts, but she only looks like a distinct aristocratic girl no matter how she sees it.

I don't understand the effects of glasses at all.

I guess it's such a good thing, or so I decided to defend the condemned ahead for now.

"You're the exception. If I kill you, my country will be disturbed."

"That's because our Lord was incompetent."

"Oh, that's what I'm gonna say"

But against me like that, the crimson of the day made me say a dignified and disrespectful dialogue.

In the dark, I have said that the Lord I was leaving wild, that is, the King, is the cause.

"That's right, because in the beginning, anyway, it was by far the greatest incompetence of all time"

"Oh, is that it?

He said, "Yes, the leader was scared."

"Yes..."

... Well, I certainly thought you were a pretty bad king at the time you left that hedro, but it's pretty much what your guys think you're doing.

For the crimson beings, it should be easy to dispose of them, but having to leave them alone is a frustrating thing, so maybe I can't help it.

"But wouldn't it be better if I killed him already? Anyway, Master Vel has been reborn. Come on, we should replace him with something like that."

"I agree! It's gonna be a definitely good country."

Our husband, Sama, would have been a wonderful prime minister with all that magic, knowledge and beauty.

"I really don't see the people here, even though they're not doing anything crazy."

"Really. What did they do, smuggle him into an assassination for embezzlement and then what?

"Wasn't it espionage, adhesion and tax evasion?

You know, like, “saints," or "virgin."

"You can't do this because you only believe in rumors. The people here..."

"That."

Though he or his former employer, would they have been dumb or something to talk about in a place like this where so many people are everywhere?

Well, anyway, I guess those Hedros have the complacency that no one will believe it, such as the words of someone who saw or heard it, even if someone asks them.

That's why you're manipulating other people to do things out of sight.

Those guys are rotten to the point where they call them hedrons and have no handicaps.

It goes without saying that Jijii was trying to kill her husband Sama.

If you are a granddaughter, the end of your abusive hobby.

Behind him, he betrays and despairs terribly where he pretends to save an orphan such as a slum or a fallen aristocrat and lets them trust him completely, enjoying the look on his face and then slowly kills him.

Even if we can get away from them, nobody believes us, and we don't have allies.

Too good a guy on the outside is a hassle because of this.

In exchange for that, my husband Sama, he noticed our presence when he came here, and he was looking at us, and he was so cool with that fucking kid, and he was nothing but the tallest.

Looks like he's still watching, but one day my husband, Sama, is going to make them a gelogram for the bumpy Gitta Gita.

Even I have been using it until recently, so I want you to mix it up with me.

From birth, even though I basically didn't have much emotion, it was only unpleasant in the end.

"Yadda, what the fuck are you doing, you disgust me"

"It's okay, it's not as good as crimson."

"Hey, Master Vel is the only one who can curse the eagle. You don't feel it, so stop it. I don't feel good."

Wow, I'm starting to say something about this disgusting.

"You're my husband Sama, so don't do that."

Oh, I said mine or something.

But my husband, Sama, is my main body, so you're not wrong, so... what are you thinking? I'm sick.

Honestly, my husband, when it comes to Sama, emotions don't get on my nerves, me.

It's not all right at all, is it? Here.

"What the...!? Who's your Vel!! Because he is like Vel the eagle!!

Her words, which stood rattled and vandalized her voice, were so unmissable that she could not hear them at all.

I just came to my head a little bit, and I disagree with the frustration without any adults.

"No, no, no. What are you thinking? Why don't you just give it up?

"You idiot... Master Vel's just lit up!

"No, if it's illuminating, it'll show signs and complexion, right?

"That's where Ver is so awesome!? You don't understand!

"Which one is it!?

They return objections that are not translated into objections and only solicit extra frustration.

Ah! What the hell is this guy?

"Amen! No, those cold eyes, those low voices, sweet stimuli, they just get wet remembering!

"Listen, Temehe! Disgusting!!

"So you're telling me there's nothing to be happy about when you curse me!? I'll kill you...!"

"You don't want to, you whore!"

A disgusting, irritating and terrible word came out of her mouth at a disgusting woman who held her body tight as she dyed her cheeks and twisted herself.

At that time, the woman inadvertently sighed in all colour, and.

"... no more, you sinful bitch, if you're a weasel, you're gonna love me so much..."

"What about...............?

I spewed out words that I didn't understand.

"But the eagle is no longer Lord Ver's thing, no matter how much love he whispers, I'm sorry."

"What about.................................?

Thoughts cease on the words and actions of a woman who, while laying down her long eyelashes in sadness, utters an unexplained apology.

"It's okay! I know, it's a man's saga that looks as dazzling as a human thing."

I understand everything, and the attitude of the woman who said so made me feel something in my head.

"......... ahhh? Why am I whispering love or something to Temei? You're so over-conscious. You're kidding. You're disgusting, Temei...!"

As he roared low, with his killing and hostility on his voice and attitude, he glanced at the woman, and for a moment he let himself be frightened and lean down.

Think a little bit about the unexpected reaction that made you afraid.

You don't have to look closely, she's a woman.

No matter how many historical assassins, the feminine feeling of being frightened if yelled at may have remained.

Based on that idea, I tried to open my mouth to see if I should apologize for once.

"Oh, now, that was a little awkward..."

All I could say was how angry the woman with her face up was to respond like that while dyeing her cheeks.

Foreword withdrawn.

There was no such mon.

There was no shard.

"I'm not good for anything, please die!

"Mm-hmm, not as good as Ver, but I guess it's a so-so curse. Beauty is a sin."

"Whoa, what is this guy so positive and vice versa......"

Me holding my head, fighting the urge to punch myself in the head on the table.

Seriously, I don't care.

"Unexpectedly, the child rat's opponent is a shame, but it's time. Well, then, Mr. Vel, you must be a jerk."

"Who's gonna yoke, bitch?"

"Shit, jealousy? You're surprisingly cute."

"Die."

Answering the clutter, I sincerely hope you will go away.

For what, jealousy?

Rather annoying.

That's what I was thinking.

I like your eyes.

"What?"

As he threw abrupt words at him, his face was roughly close, his luscious grin and neat face, his dodgy heart jumped.

Suddenly, my body became so stiff that I couldn't understand the explanation and couldn't move at all.

My eyes are gray silver.

This metallic color, which ordinary people can't have roughly, keeps getting “creepy” or “creepy” from all kinds of guys.

That's the first time I've been told I like it.

And Soitz, smiling lusciously, opens his mouth.

"Well, eyes like a garbage scum, eagle preference"

"Seriously, would you die, Koz?"

It's ruined.

"Mmm-hmm. Bye."

He couldn't seem to care less about me at all for inadvertently weakening him, and Soitz walked away from me laughing happily like that.

............ I think he's like a storm or a tornado passing through like that.

I know how my husband Sama felt then so painfully.

What is he, what is it, seriously?

I really don't know what that means.

Why are you so thrilled with yourself?

Shit, I want to die.

I guess that's it, Demon blood.

Seriously, that's troublesome. Here.

"Cinza, what are you doing there?

A good, low, glossy calm voice called me, and I instantly understood who the hell it was, and I looked up, almost reflectively bent over.

"Huh!"

Keep it up and see if there's anyone else around.

Because if someone asks me about this conversation, I think it might annoy my lord, my great husband Sama.

So far, nobody's here.

The only one who is here is Teng Himself, my master, and his husband, Sama, Duke of Augustein.

But I'm sure my husband Sama knows that I'm listening to them here.

Nonetheless, the fact that you came all the way to me is nothing more than that your husband Sama knew there was no one around.

I mean, I think I'm in too much of a hurry to empty it.

I really don't know what you're doing.

I get stunned by myself.

"... what's up?"

For another call, I once again put my master, my husband Sama, in sight, and

I slammed to the table to collapse.

Ohn, the dull sound sounds.

"...... Cinza?

My surprised husband, Sama, looked up in a panic at the sound of her voice, and her husband, Sama, who looked at me, was walking up close to me in an atmosphere of perplexity in calm.

Oh, hey, wait, wait, wait, I'm not ready for my heart!

Shit, what am I gonna do, husband? Sama's in front of me!

"No, you know, I'm sorry, I haven't seen my husband Sama up close in days, Mon, so something shocked me and...!"

I don't know what to do, my husband. Sama, it smells so good!

I don't know what it is, but it's amazing!

In my head, I don't know why, and it's already a mess.

I kind of can't look straight at my husband Sama anymore, and I try to calm down a little by covering my face with both hands and covering my sight.

But at that time, the air felt cold all at once.

I don't care about that.

"Ah, hi.

I rushed my hands down and stretched my spine to the words of my husband Sama, whose frustration seeped out, and then stood up momentously.

The chair made a rattling noise behind my back, but I can't afford to care about Mon like that.

Having fixed my posture and attitude, I opened my mouth to briefly explain it again.

"... well, I was wondering if I could do something about it, but this is right, I was undercover and gathering information."

"... well."

You know what I was doing, but my husband Sama nods as if nothing happened.

"So, once I hear the conversation with my husband Sama after he's gone over there..."

I noticed, trying to make such a confirmation to cloud the words.

... what are you talking about, yourself, stupid?

Husband, you decided to come check on my information at the time Sama was here.

'Cause that's when you noticed us and you were looking at us.

Seriously, what the hell do I care how much I get pompous?

It's just Sama, my husband, who makes me so much. I've been thinking about something weird.

"... a little more information is better, but inappropriate in this setting. Write it down when you get back."

"Oh, yes, I understand..."

I kind of couldn't wait for a little response from my pale husband, Sama, and then I gave a response that felt like I had a bad tooth cut.

And because you don't notice me like that, husband Sama looks at me with some strange face.

"... what's wrong?"

On such a quiet inquiry, the words dropped zero polo.

"No, I was wondering if you needed my information."

'Cause you're my husband Sama, and I'm sure it'll be easy for you to do something about me.

If you think about it, I can't believe you don't need a guy like me, husband.

That's what I thought.

I have no idea what this emotion is.

"What are you saying?

"To?"

Somewhere uncomfortably I came back to my husband, Sama, and I heard a dumb voice.

But my husband, Sama, tells him calmly, pale, as if that were the norm.

"A lot of information would be better decided"

"No, but, sir, if it's what Sama already knows, it's pointless."

To the objection I followed, my husband Sama tilted his neck loosely, even though he did, creating a strange atmosphere.

"Are you stupid?"

Affirmed!?

"The same information hardly exists. If the viewer is different, it will be information from a different perspective."

The spiritual prank of the wind, or the hem of her husband Sama's thermal coat, whose chilling analysis mouths a glimmer of wind through the area, lifts up fuzzily.

"Even if the content is the same, that's useful information that adds to the integrity."

I can't distract myself from blue eyes that even feel icy transparency, and I'm not even willing to argue.

"Sometimes you can see completely different new information from any trivial information."

Just listening to her husband Sama's words, she looked into those blue eyes and couldn't move a single step.

"Don't despise yourself too much, there's a fact I need, so you don't need any other reason."

Such words, quietly asserted, then penetrated into the chest and turned into fuzzy, inexplicable things.

Warm, happy, for something like that.

I don't understand what the hell this is about being a novice to emotions.

But I had never felt anything like that before in my life, so I was kind of confused.

Necessary, that's all that scratches my emotions so much.

It's like wanting to cry, and then be filled with it.

... maybe this is the touching one.

I couldn't hide my agitation from a feeling I'd never felt, and I couldn't say anything.

You look at me like that, my husband Sama accidentally loosened his mouth.

"Well good... I still have a greeting to go around. Make sure you can read it as soon as you get home."

"Yes! Yes, I did!

"... bye."

That's all Sama, her husband who tells her and returns her heel, leaves feeling refreshed.

Behind that, I just, I thought.

Do it... husband sama is so cool...!!

My heart was pouring so hard that I didn't have to hit my palms over my heart to keep my chest down.

It was like my heart was making noises in my ear.

It's not comparable to that time of perversion.

Yeah, that was just a distraction by demonic instincts.