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

Mikaelis Verstein, Knight Commander of the Kingdom of Renamilia.

He is a young Yingjie, promoted to the top of the Knights of the Kingdom on the recommendation of the Prime Minister of this country.

At the time of his promotion, he was 20 years old, but now two years have passed and he is 22 years old, but he is still young.

Young and old look back at their elegant and beautiful appearance when they walk.

From anyone's eyes, a good young man who only looks like a lot of pull.

There was a reason he still didn't even have a single candidate for fiancée like that.

Because his father is the infamous Duke of Augusto Verstein.

The giant wrapped in bluffy fat, the cursing murmur if you open your mouth, the ugliness you can't stand to see if you've abandoned your aristocratic elegance and even your bullying somewhere.

Moreover, an ugly man who abuses the King's next high power for his private lust and imposes repression on the territory, which cannot even be placed on the wind of nobility.

There was no woman who wanted to marry such a man in his house, and even more so, even though she was in law, it was not very acceptable for a normal woman, no matter how much she was in need of being a father.

But it will also change due to the ascent of the Duke of Verstein, who has returned from the disease.

What showed up was a beautiful greatness, reminiscent of ice sculptures, such works of art, to parable.

Who the hell was that, the scene became a temporary commotion.

Neither he nor anyone knew what the Duke of Verstein was like.

The reason is because of the disease that broke out during the war which took place twelve years ago.

At that time, deadwood disease was widespread throughout the kingdom.

In other words, the victims were not only civilians, but also nobles.

Some houses were dying and cut off because of the illness of the whole family, while others suffered from the exhausting Lord and were forced to receive a distant blood adoptive son.

Particularly affected were a wide range from the twenties to the forties of their father's generation, meaning that those who knew what the Duke of Verstein looked like in his youth, such as royalty, left a handful of special effects in time and were dying from the disease.

Therefore, all the nobles of today are the next-generation, who are emerging aristocrats, who lost their parents and brothers at an early age, but who nevertheless desperately survived as nobles.

Until then, to the transformation of the Duke, who scorned, ridiculed, and belittled, the woman stood colored as if she had returned her hands, and the man was perplexed.

Is that really that duke?

No, it must be the Shadow Warrior.

But I hear His Majesty the King was close.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you're fooling me.

Speaking of which, once upon a time, there were rumors that His Majesty and the Duke were acquaintances.

I see, I thought it was mostly gussey at the time, but it was the truth.

Doubtful story, but I hear you've reborn and become a wise man.

No, I don't know what you think about that.

But the Spirit King has appeared.

You're such an idiot! That's definite!

You mean that duke was really a good man, such as being able to be a wise man.

It's hard to believe, but I guess that's what this is about.

Oh, if you're so nice, you should have been my late wife.

Hey, I don't know if it's too late.

I thought your son was so beautiful that he couldn't be so ugly!

Well, then maybe you were under some kind of curse?

Oh, I'm sure you do! How pathetic!

Oh, my God, how could I not have noticed you!

Oh, my goodness! I'd like to go now and heal you.

No, you must think a lot of people have betrayed you. I think you should watch.

Hey, I think I'm gonna run for the Knights Chief's fiancée right now, but I don't know if I can make it.

Oh, you already have a fiancée.

Such a conversation was heard from the royal castle, the party venue.

And, listening to such rumours, Mikaelis Verstein, the son of Duke of Verstein, a whirlpool man, chewed up his shapely lips as he stood beside the king as an escort to the king.

"Well, that sounds like an Auguste thing to me, Captain Knights."

"Ha, I'm truly sorry..., my father is sorry"

To the words of some amusing king, he immediately uttered an apology.

"Apologize for what? As a sage, but happy to be back safely."

But by contrast, the king stares away somewhere and narrows his eyes as he leaks a laugh in the back of his throat.

The king's eyes stroking his beard slowly are so sweet.

That is why, before he was a son, he did not go easy on having his own father's shoulders.

"My father's words and deeds were nothing but contempt for His Majesty's will."

"... while you say that, your face is loose, okay?

"Huh!?

Niyali, to the king's words laughing at Nihil somewhere like that, he accidentally held down his mouth with one hand.

He had no consciousness or anything, but as soon as he held his mouth down, his face was apparently really loose from being directed at the king himself who was to serve, smiling and making fun of him, the kind of innocent smile that a little child would do.

"also, sorry, sorry...!"

Desperately somewhere and with words of apology in his mouth, he tried to kneel (kneel) at the king's feet, telling him that the king of the day smiled bitterly and controlled his actions only with the movement of his hand, as if to exhale a sigh of disgust.

"Good, good, there's no reason why my old father isn't happy to have you back. I'm just as happy as I am."

"But...!"

To him still trying to devour, the king tells him clearly, with his intimidation in his eyes and voice.

"He says it doesn't matter"

Guissili, making a noise like that, under pressure that seemed to solidify him, where he finally realized that the king was entangling an unusual atmosphere.

Until now, there were no empty eyes, as if I had given up something, and there was something ragged, hot and burning in the eyes of the king.

"... Ha! Sorry for the inconvenience..."

Momentum bowed his head, either from nervousness or at the back of his throat, with a plundering voice, still uttering words of apology with the utmost sincerity.

But the king's gaze slipped through him, staring somewhere far away.

That's how the king groans with potpourri.

"... it was like having a long nightmare"

And he lifts up his face, and gazes upon the king's groan, which is filled with a feeling of pride.

"... Your Majesty?

"Long, long, nightmare"

But apparently, to the king, his voice had not arrived.

No, it arrived, but maybe I didn't dare ask.

To the evidence, the king accidentally glanced at him, said with dignity, and inquired.

"But that's over, too.

We woke up from a nightmare. Wouldn't you?

Nightmare.

To the word of the king, he breathes.

The twelve years he has suffered so far have been a nightmare for everything and everything, both his heart and that of the king, the king says.

And they said they were free from that nightmare.

He also knew that the king was heartbroken by the transformation of his father, the Duke of Verstein.

Likewise, the king must have known that he was wounded by his father's transformation.

Has this man been sick, not only of my father, but of me?

I think of it that way, and the king's word penetrates into him, so that it impregnates him carefully.

And the next time I was born in him, it was touching.

He opens his mouth diligently if he eats up his teeth all the time and still doesn't answer anything.

"...... YES...!"

But if he lost his mind, he was going to cry, and desperately suppressed it, that's all he could answer.

Then, was it for a while, or maybe, a little while?

In his sense of body it was long, and after a brief feeling of silence, suddenly and frankly, the king spoke to him.

"Come on, it's time for you to go."

It was a word urging him to go to the party.

I managed to understand and swallow the King's words while suddenly I didn't know what had happened, but at the time he answered calmly, trying to perform his duties in full.

"...... No, I have His Majesty's protection"

In a nutshell, would it be reasonable to be solid, serious, one-sided, around it?

To him, the king sends such a smiling gaze that he sees his poor but lovely son, and hangs his words with a smile.

"What if the Knights Leader doesn't attend the Founding Party? I'm buying from the people."

"But..."

To his appearance, the king grinned quietly with a troubled look as he drove the sigh that had accumulated in his chest out of his nose.

"I'm done saying hello. I danced with the Queen.

All we have to do is go back to the office and work. "

"... if that's the case, I did. I'm going to get dressed."

"Oh, yes, I have your clothes."

In the words of a king too unexpected, told as if it were nothing, there was a fuss in his head.

Clothes!? Kings of clothes to wear to national memorial parties!? To me!? Why!?

In response to him, who kept staring at the king as if he had hardened because of the confusion, the king gave him a childlike look when the flirtatious had succeeded.

"Anyway, you only have the qualitative stuff that doesn't even look like a nobleman?

"Oh, no, that's..."

Although I managed to argue with it, I couldn't say that it didn't.

Instead, he was worried about his father before.

In other words, because knightly clothing is usually the predominant garment, the quality is good, but that is all, and it was a reality that I do not possess it as a gorgeous knightly garment or other garment.

"Don't worry about the details, Augusto's son is the same as mine. Don't hesitate to put your sleeves through."

"Oh,...... or maybe..."

Laughing loudly, he didn't even show up as if he cared, but rather told the King somewhere proudly that he had no choice but to answer that at the earliest.

But all of a sudden, the king unleashed a bomb-like statement.

"Oh, once you've worn it, show it to the couple."

"Heh... heh, heh, just like you said...!"

I knew he couldn't resist, and he recognized it while holding such things in his chest, such as some unintelligible thoughts and indescribable remorse.

Then, for a while, when he sent the king to his office and tried to get to his room, which was prepared as the Knights Commander.

"Oh! Aren't you the Knights Chief!

He was stopped by such a familiar voice.

Looking back, there was the figure of a saint and the eminent Chancellor of our country, with a gentle smile and walking over to this side, with a truly opposite appreciation to his real father, the Duke of Verstein.

To be honest, for him, the presence of Chancellor was an image of a slightly scary bad person, even though he was the one who recommended himself to the Knights Commander.

I know that I am committed to the cause of my country, and I understand that I am a person full of charity and love, but from time to time, I feel an incredible fear without knowing why.

It was an instinctive fear, but most of it was only for a moment or only slightly, which left him unaware of the Prime Minister's original appearance.

But no matter how scared you feel, that's rude, so you don't put it on the table at all.

Even though he stands for the Duke, if he is a knight, his opponent will be superior in the royal castle.

Therefore he responded with diligence, politeness and courtesy.

"How are you doing, Prime Minister?"

Then the Chancellor puts a slightly troubled, seemingly people-loving smile on its face and opens his mouth.

"No, actually, my granddaughter is a fan of the Knights, if you don't mind just saying hello."

"Fan or mine?

He is surprised by the sudden and surprised by the fact that it has appeared on his face, but he recognises that it is apparently true that the poor girl can be seen a little behind the Chancellor, sitting with a smile and a frank smile, beyond hearing the conversation.

"Yes, it is, when I saw the Knights march before, I became a fan at a glance..."

No, it's troubling, the Chancellor smiled bitterly as he continued to say so.

The presence of the Chancellor's granddaughter, which he also knew, was actually distant just because he was the grandson of a bad Chancellor, so he tried to stay out of it as much as possible, such as making a U-turn just because he saw him in the distance at a party or something like that.

Getting to know her granddaughter necessarily means more interaction with her guardian, the Prime Minister.

He was doing it because he felt a little reluctant, but who the hell could have imagined it now and getting involved from the other side?

But if this happens, we have to act for the future.

Anyway, I guess the closest thing to the right thing to do is to affirm it immediately so as not to be rude, but he currently has something to do with it.

In other words, it was a situation where I had to somehow say no.

He assembles his words and goes as he feels a little impatient and still stands up against him not to be rude.

"...... I can't believe the Virgin and the famous Giulietta,... you can only say it's an honor.

But if I'm still on a mission, I'm sorry, but won't you come back later? "

"No, no, that's trivial. Don't worry about it."

But the effect seems to be bad.

Has the Chancellor taken it with humility, or remains unchanged with a smile and a frank smile?

"But it's rude to see your daughter like this."

The reason for this is that he is a kingdom knight.

Generally speaking, a kingdom knight exists to protect a country or a royal family, and thus the position is complex.

Born a nobleman of high rank, he would be lower than a baron if he were a knight of the kingdom.

But that is why even civilians are allowed to reach the position of kingdom knight, and even specialized schools exist within the kingdom.

Such a Knights of the Kingdom was forbidden to meet noble women with swords, apart from guards and in the course of their duties, so that no mistake could be made in relation to the fact that half of them were made up of civilians.

That's why it was the word, but the Chancellor just laughed that he didn't care about that.

"There's nothing wrong with that.

My granddaughter became a fan when she saw the Knights. "

He was annoyed by the appearance of such a prime minister.

Proud to be the knight of the kingdom, probably because it was rooted in him.

Unexpectedly, he tells as he gets a slightly colder voice.

"Are you on your left, but as a nobleman, you will not come to see a young lady in such a rough outfit.

I beg your pardon. "

Thus, when he tried to back off after a grace, the Prime Minister's eyes opened thinly.

His skin pops in a cold gaze like a poke of surprise.

"...... wait"

The voice is gentle, like a teach.

He said, "I don't care."

But the gaze felt from its thin, open eyes aroused an indescribable discomfort to him, which in turn attracted considerable fear to the ignorance of its specialty.

Still, he desperately pushes the fear in and argues.

I beg your pardon, Prime Minister.

"What is it?

Please forgive me, for I have received orders from His Majesty to come and get dressed.

There is no reason for a knight to speak of his future plans.

That's because I don't know who's listening to the castle or the royal guard, but I couldn't say the same this time.

Whatever it is, it is the king's direct orders.

It is the most important matter to perform as a knight, no matter how dissatisfied.

"... Your Majesty?

"Yes, no matter how many words the Chancellor says, I cannot ignore His Majesty's life, and I am very sorry, but this time I would like to excuse you..."

If he says that to me as a knight, there is no way that even the Chancellor can force me to do it.

Towards him like that, the Chancellor lowered his brow with a soft smile on his face, unfortunately.

"...... well, then we can't help it, we'll see you next time"

"Your generosity, my pleasure is immense,...... Now if you'll excuse me"

"Yeah, I'll see you later"

"Yes, thank you"

A beautiful tribute was sent to the Chancellor, and he was finally freed from the Chancellor.

After he left, the Chancellor, with his hands on his chin, spoke to his granddaughter behind him with a soft smile as he pasted it.

"Hmm, you've apparently been shaken, Julietta"

"... parents and children alike... how angry I am..."

I turn my face to my granddaughter, who grumbles irritably, and forgive my granddaughter for looking somewhere fun.

"Well, if you're taking His Majesty's life, you have no choice."

"I don't like it, Grandpa. Would you believe those lying, stinking words?

"If a knight tells you it's a life from His Majesty, won't anyone have to back down?"

My granddaughter distorted her expression frustratingly as she clapped her shoulders, affixed a troubled smile to her expression, and turned back to her granddaughter, giggling her teeth.

"... what a cowardly man to use Your Majesty as an excuse, I'm really pissed off...!"

"Julietta, your emotions are on your face."

"Oh, if I... I'm sorry, Grandpa"

Immediately after a single caution he returned to me, Ugh, and the Prime Minister, who nodded contentedly at the appearance of his granddaughter, smiling elegantly, asked her granddaughter as she stood.

"Well, what do we do next, Julietta"

"...... there are still many ways, Grandpa"

To his granddaughter, who gave him a distorted smile, the Chancellor had a smiling look on his face, somewhere fun, and a dark gaze.

Around that time.

Returning to the office, the king glanced through the documents that had been placed on his desk, groaning with a potpourri.

"I wonder what the hell I've been doing for the last twelve years..."

It was a whine that leaked.

Again, when I looked at the paperwork, I discovered quite a few things that were going to suck over the next few years.

Besides, it's just a trivial project that you'll notice if you look at it properly.

Until then, I feel like I have allowed and decided the same case as it was.

All I can say is that my eyes were completely cloudy.

"Oh, Your Majesty, what the hell is wrong with you being so depressed?

When I suddenly raised my face to the voice I heard, there was a figure of my beloved wife, holding a large amount of paperwork in both hands.

"Lily... why are you here? And what's that pile of paperwork?

"Oh, this is the paperwork for this semester, and it needs to be reviewed."

I wondered whether the king was in such a place when it came to the queen smiling quietly, but there were more concerns than that.

"... but why are you, the queen, doing that?"

To the king, who looked at the queen in surprise, the queen of the day gave the paperwork a momentous ride on the king's desk with a quiet smile.

The blunt noise sounds indoors because of its considerable weight.

"I know very well that this is not my duty as queen, but I can hardly stand on my stomach."

The king, who couldn't stop sweating a little to the queen, who told him with a grinning smile, asks terribly.

"... I mean, what's going on?

The next moment, the queen's expression changed.

"I don't think we need to get out the pus in this country to snap and smash that fucking grandpa's nose column and shatter it?

That said, the queen laughing in the back of her throat with a vicious grin like she stripped her teeth out, I don't know what to say, alle.

I'm so scared.

"... Lily's man words, I've heard them for a long time..."

Hahaha, and from the words the king muttered with a dry laugh, apparently the queen may have originally been this kind of woman.

"That's why, sir."

"Yes."

The king stood upright, scratching a cold sweat, at the queen's call, which changed her expression from a vicious grin earlier to her usual laid-back smile.

"Do something about this faulty document."

The smile of the queen who tells her so, though she should have the same smile as usual, is very scary.

And some time after he began to fight the paperwork, the king grumbled again.

"... what the hell have I been doing for the last twelve years?"

Though it turned out to be what it deserved, the dents were dimpled.