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

Yeah, wait, wait.

I have no idea what happened or what happened.

Oh, what? Black tea? Because the tea was warm?

That's how you cornered Mr. Butler?

Aren't you overzealous about your job?

With Doyuko?

No, wait, let's settle down once, me.

More likely than not, there's something chemically reactive going on in the butler about my lack of acting skills and making me look bad, or something like that.

Even so, all of a sudden, hit him! I don't feel like it, but I don't know what the hell would happen in a butler that would cause such a super reaction.

I mean, I'd rather inquire.

I don't do it because it's a lot suspicious.

I would never do it.

Because Mr. Augusto's image breaks. I can't do that. Definitely not.

"......... what's up?

I overheard that, but I don't think I have a choice.

Then the butler started talking to me as he looked at me with a very stunning face.

"I've done irrevocable things to you."

...... Yeah, yeah? Which one?

Huh? Did you do something, Deacon?

Is that it? I knew there was only lukewarm tea?

Huh? With Doyuko?

I really can't think of anything. What is this about?

I don't have half the temperature difference with me inside, but I'm going to give that up because I can't help it anymore.

I don't know. Confused and confused by the situation, Mr. Deacon keeps his words serious.

"You're a husband, not a husband.

But I have said something that denies you everything. "

Oh, that way, uh! I see!

I am also convinced in my brain.

Ah! Well, that's how it came.

I mean, you thought I was the reason I looked like that, Deacon.

I see. - I see.

...... No, but it would have to leap too far.

After all, it's the sweetness of my acting, isn't it?

It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't distracted you, would it?

Deacon, isn't that bad?

"Please, beat me up...!"

Yeah, shall we wait a minute?

I want you to think a little bit about what happens when I hit the butler.

Though the contents are mine, the exterior is Mr. Augusto's super sage body.

It is a powerful wagamama body that I only feel like a crater like a meteorite fell around it just to add or subtract a little force.

No, stop dying.

If you hit him like that, he'll pass catastrophically and splatter confirmed.

I hate to imagine it, but it's gonna be like dropping watermelons from high ground. Absolutely.

Oh, no.

No, that's not true. Murder.

Mr. Butler, do you want to kill yourself?

Even so, I want you to stop.

If you're gonna do it, just do it somewhere far away I don't know. Don't get me involved. Seriously.

Please. Come on, what are you asking for? You're kidding me. Seriously.

Having thought about that all at once, I was currently sweating a little weird.

Deacon, by contrast, is a serious, heartfelt plea, or something like that.

Because the butler is about 5 cm taller than Mr. Augusto, it is very slight, but it is an upper hand.

Who gets this?

Huh? What am I supposed to do?

Do you have to do something? Huh? Seriously?

What am I supposed to do?

...... No, yeah, I'm sorry. I really don't know what to do with this.

I'm personally retarded, so I'm desperate to use Mr. Augusto's knowledge to think about it anyway, but nothing comes to mind.

I know what I have to do.

But I don't know what to do.

I also know that it can't be hardened like this forever.

I know, but what do I do?

"Please, please...!"

I was so seriously asked, and my confused brain came up with one answer.

If this happens, that's all I have left.

I gently reached out to the butler...

Gently, gently, I stroked his head.

......

He opens his eyes and is surprised, slowly stroking the deacon's head, which disturbs his breath as if he had forgotten to breathe.

"Well, why am I..."

I'm not sure why I'm doing this either, but Augusto's memory of when I was a little girl flashed back how Augusto was stroking the deacon's head when I just met him, so I thought I'd calm down a little.

But something seems a little thin.

The bewildered, hurried butler's eyes stared at me.

There's not that much difference in height, but Mr. Augusto is only a little higher, so there's no need to go that far against stroking his head.

Still, I understood that the deacon's consciousness was suitable for my words and actions, so I continued to stroke him softly, while continuing my words.

"Alfredo, you're doing great.

Always thinking about me and moving for me. "

"... no, that's normal."

The butler's voice that tells him so seemed somewhere painful, like he was enduring something.

Though I don't know if that's the pain you feel for assuming someone else is in you, even though you didn't know it, or if it's the pain of imagining how I feel.

Without stopping my hand stroking the butler's head, I breathed in softly.

"Right, but I was saved by it"

"...... eh?

Apparently it was unexpected. The butler's eyes blinked again and again.

Staring at such a butler, I open my mouth again.

"In a desperate situation, you were the only one who was leading me"

That's heartfelt gratitude.

Without the butler, I'm sure I wouldn't be here right now.

I hadn't been able to think like this, and I wouldn't have been able to live like this.

"Are you different from your husband?

"Yes, totally different, someone else"

When I said it out loud, the butler distorted his face crying.

"Then why aren't you angry...!"

"Do it, what will it be?

If asked the other way around, the deacon's gaze is slightly missed, apparently noticed in earnest.

I'm the type of butler who knows from scratch to ten, so I think it's really awesome that you'll figure it out right away.

Think again, but I'm not going to find any point in it.

'Cause nothing's changed, is it?

Angry, crying, frustrating, if the status quo changes, I've already done it.

Understood, I live now.

"I'm definitely someone else.

But I didn't mean to replace Augusto Verstein, take over, take my life away. "

"Then why?"

I breathe again to answer the grunting butler's query.

And as I spit it out, I uttered the word.

"Because I know it"

"... what,"

"Augusto Verstein's, the Condition, and the Sorrow"

In my head, Mr. Augusto's sad cry echoes.

-Why?

Why, God, please.

Please...

A painful groan that tightens the back of your chest.

"I resented the world, I hated everything, and I loved that heart so much that it went crazy."

If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have tried to live as Mr. Augusto like this.

I should have lived as much as I wanted.

I should have gone outside and tried to live as someone else at all.

But I know.

The owner of a stupid, sad, beautiful heart called Augusto Verstein.

So I chose this way.

Hurt the butler, make him sad, make him suffer.

I wanted you to stay unaware, but there's no way you wouldn't notice a satirical butler.

So this must be, inevitably.

"... one, is it good?"

"What?"

"Who the hell are you"

The inquiry was the second time.

But calmer, more serious than last time, and a butler looking calmer,...... no, to Mr. Alfredo,

I (...) also decided to be ready.

Now I may indeed die.

He could be charged and executed for raising the country.

But that's the same for Mr. Alfredo.

If I were a bad guy, I would be lying here, doing nothing, and I would kill him.

Understanding that there is so much risk, he is ready and asks me.

Then it would be unfair if I did not respond to it, too, if I did not return the corresponding readiness.

Squeeze your fists all the way, and breathe.

"...... my name is,...... no, I am Yoko Takada"

The words I told him like exhaling were only a little plundering.

"Hey! What's going on?!

"I don't know! I'm listening to you!

A contending voice echoes inside a dim church.

It was the young men arguing with so much voice that stained glass illuminating the area with mysterious shades by passing through the sun slightly swayed with the clatter.

"You guys stop! What if we're broken?

"This is just weird!

A brown-haired man who slapped the table with the loud sound of bang and a dull blonde trying to forgive it.

A wooden cup rolled over the table as it zeroed in the water as it made the sound of karakara.

In the meantime, a brown-haired man with a face to indulge in something opens his mouth wide and yells.

"Why is nothing happening!!

When he slapped the desk again in anger, the cup on the desk completely rolled down to the floor.

I heard a missing noise somewhere, Karan Karan, but there was no one to stop it.

Because his anger is best.

It's already been one night since I stood up at the church.

Nonetheless, nothing, nothing really has happened.

Lords come out and teach them, lords. There's never even a child soldier out, just time passes by for no reason.

They're not trained soldiers, they're just citizens.

It seemed terribly painful to them that the current situation where all the men stood in the same space with dozens in the small church.

"That's why you're not going to storm!

"But hey!!

"When this happens, we have to get directly into the Lordship Hall...!!"

"No! You're gonna show the lord's bastard the gap!

Were you angry at the sober words of the dull blonde man, the brown-haired man grabs his chest barn.

Gatan, made a noise, and the chair where the blonde man was sitting fell.

"Well, thank you! I don't think it means anything to stay here!

"I'm worried about my grandmother, so go home."

"I need to go see what's going on in the field."

"I don't know if it's torn..."

Inside the church, it was turned into exactly a chaotic situation.

It was the priest of this church who showed up there.

The contending men can't afford to notice it, and they bump into each other's hustle and bustle.

"That's why that's the worst hand I've ever had!!

"Ugh! Then give it another way!!

"Gentlemen! Please calm down!

"Shut the fuck up and you won't even float! Shit, shut the fuck up!

"The sun goes down again while you're thinking!! By and large - -"

Next to the contending men, a wooden table swept through the universe, slammed against the wall behind him, and a magnificent noise echoed around.

Too unexpected. Besides, roughly the stiff men, the priest stares satisfactorily at them quietly as they slap their hands to pay for the patties and dust.

"Gentlemen, please calm down.

Didn't you guys decide a while ago to wait for the lord to move? "

"Oh, yeah, you sure do"

"... no, but you're not going to stay here forever."

"I have a job to do, too."

"Grandma, let's eat..."

The priest of the day also gives his consent in his heart to them, who frown like trouble, uttering words in thoughts.

Sure, I didn't think anything about prolonging it to this point, etc.

If you are a foolish lord, it is the same as the priest who bracketed his height when he immediately turned his soldiers over.

If a citizen is attacked by the soldiers, contact the Church headquarters in Wangdu and the Chancellor through the upper ecclesiastical level.

In that case, it was a formula that could drag the lord out of his position in a potato ceremony if he had no skill as a lord and did not deserve to be ruled over.

And this territory was supposed to belong to the priest by a direct “request” from the prime minister that it could not be left to the nobles.

Little by little, they were brainwashing their inhabitants to make convenient disposable pawns.

But who the hell can predict such miscalculations as coming here?

To a lord who never moves, I only find it frustrating.

It was the priest who advised them to stand before the church as bait to lure the lord to clear up some of his depression.

Now that I thought about it, all I could say was that it was a mistake.

But if this happens, it's hard to move this one any further.

Nothing happened. Dismissed! I wish I could, but things don't go so simply.

They have already sent a statement to their lord.

Nevertheless, if it is dissolved, it is likely that it will be cut off in reverse for making a scene in the city.

Therefore, I only thought that was a bad hand.

Then what do we do?

"... ask your collaborators."

The priest's voice echoes the church.

"Collaborators?

"Yes, please help him and tell the lord to move"

The foolish men, who let their faces fall apart by unexpected openings from the priest, thoughtfully put joy on their voices as it were.

"Well, then maybe you can punish your lord."

"That's right! Let me blow you a bubble!

"But who do you want me to work with?

To a fuzzy question, the priest opens his mouth with an unusual, reassuring expression and voice that reassures him of what he sees.

"This is Ernest Shelbourg, the city's deputy."

"Wait, Father, he will be the evil one who nests the city with his lord."

"That's why."

With a quiet, serene look, the priest tells him as he usually does.

The foolish men, while upset, still waited for the word of the priest they trusted.

And the priest opens his mouth with a grin.

"He will surely sell his lord for his own protection.

Let's use it there.

All he has to do is cut it off after it's all over. "

That grand word of the priest seemed only a shame to the foolish men.

As usual, gentle priests don't have to come up with such a ruse plan, but they can't afford to realize that.

I don't even realize I saw the priest's nature.

Because they have an absolute presumption that the priest's education makes no mistake.

Foolish men don't know.

That Ernest Shelbourg, the deputy, is the dairy brother of Lord Auguste Verstein.

They don't know.

That Ernesto is the most cunning of the dairy brothers.

And they jump from themselves into the fire.

Without knowing it burns you down.