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

Even right after that, there was a short offense with Mr. Augusto's mother, the teacher who wanted Mr. Vaneira to use his magic, and me who wanted to be ready for his heart, but it was a losing battle for me that had already put out OK.

For that reason, I was currently caught in the private room of Mr. Alfredo's arranged, guided Mr. Vaneira, by Mr. Vaneira, who sees this one with a strange face, and an excited face teacher.

"Clifford, what the hell is wrong with you? What about this one?

"... the attending teacher."

"Oh? I guess so... no, I've been a little oblivious lately"

"That's what happens."

That's not how you're sick, but you just say it in a bad mood.

Does Mr. Vaneira not realize how I am like that, or can't she afford to remember as much as she can?

I'm not a doctor, and I don't know the area because I haven't used the magic of scanning yet.

I'd like to do some research, but what's wrong?

What are you hesitating about, it's normal for me, I mean.

Now I know the cause, and I fear that if Mr. Vaneira's illness is completely cured, then, maybe I will be noticed that it is not Mr. Augusto.

When that happens, I want to respond sincerely, but this fear doesn't seem to disappear.

That is very vague, and one of the causes of this is that even Mr. Augusto's too awesome inquiry is out there without knowing what will happen.

I know I can't help it, but I'm afraid of scary things. It is therefore difficult. No more.

"Well, Mrs. Vaneira, would you like to see me?

"Yeah, I don't mind, but maybe you should take off your dress."

"No, I don't mind if it stays that way, then excuse me"

After such an exchange, the teacher held hands to hide Mr. Vaneira's eyes.

Then, Kakuri, falls into the teacher like Mr. Vaneira has lost consciousness.

The teacher, who held it gently, nodded contentedly.

"Okay, this would have made it easier to do"

Thank you for your attention, Doctor.

But I think you could talk to me about a word.

I didn't know what happened because I suddenly collapsed, and I was in a hurry for a second. Oh, shit. What are you doing, stupid?

With so much joy that he seemed to skip, the teacher, who put Mr. Vaneira to bed in a luxurious bed, saw this one with some angry sparkling eyes.

"Come on! We're all set! Let's do it!"

I'd rather take you down shivaki first than that, okay? Isn't that good?

Oh, no, Mr. Augusto's too fucked up. That's Akan! I can't because I say so.

If even a teacher who should be a sage were Sheba, I would not think about it because I had a bad feeling about what Akan meant.

All right, through. Come on, me.

"... I don't have a choice..."

Mix your sighs and lighten up reactions like this, while consolidating your magical image.

If I say I'm not scared, I lie.

But what's the point of being scared on your own, in a hurry, leaving you doing nothing?

I regret it, and I just feel sorry for why I didn't do it then.

In the teacher's story, Mr. Vaneira forgets everything and even forgets how to breathe, the only future she has is a debilitating death.

Mr. Vaneira is Mr. Augusto's mother.

Mr. Augusto must have decided to help.

Besides, I don't even want to see unreasonable death. No. Absolutely not.

Then you have no choice but to do it.

Inhale, exhale so as to contain feelings of deviation.

What I imagine is a CT scan that's often seen on a human dock or something.

No harm to the human body at all, CT scan.

I heard somewhere that CT scans aren't safe, so I have to imagine it's safe here.

Not long ago, as another thing different from the magic I used for Mr. Frozen Julia, I consolidate my image with the intention of creating another magic from the beginning.

I felt like it would be safer, so maybe, but now it fits. You must be right.

I don't even know what magic is no matter how much you think, but maybe this is it! created a magical wave that looked like it almost with an idea that

It's not imagination, it's creation, because I felt I should do it, which is a big mess, too.

I don't actually feel so uneasy when it's all done on account of it.

I don't know what it is, but I just feel like I can do it, so let's get started. That's what I'm saying.

I'm only going to say that because I'm not intelligent enough to be truthful. Take a serious look, please.

This may seem irresponsible because I'm counting on it all, but I think it's more irresponsible to throw it round someone or do it halfway and leave it, so I'm doing everything I can.

I'll do what I can. That's all.

This weird fear of mine is good to leave behind. 'Cause it doesn't make sense.

Contrary to me, whose insides are messed up, Mr. Vaneira sleeps easily with a calm expression.

He approached Mr. Vaneira like that and slowly irradiated the created magic waves from his hands, in turn from his feet.

Perhaps it would be better to illuminate the entire body at once, but when I assumed that others would use this magic, Kane said it was too informative and could cause the brain to flat and malfunction, so I decided that I could only do it that way.

Also, it's still a test operation, so I don't want to do it all at once if something irrevocable happens. Insurance Seriously Important.

For that reason, I'm going to live slowly off my feet.

Uh, ah, you have signs of a past sprain in your right ankle.

I guess I was injured when I was younger, because of which I seem to have a weird walking habit that strains one leg.

Because I feel strange about the way the muscles attach to me. Maybe so.

So I guess the left knee cartilage is a little less polished.

I mean, there seems to be a problem with bone density as well.

But these are probably due to aging, so it seems like I might be able to make it up to you with calcium or collagen or something like that.

I have a little swelling.

And there's a varicose blood clot (blood catamari) around my thigh... Is it easy for my blood to drool, this?

I wonder if you haven't lost a lot of moisture, and is that why you were mucking?

In that case, I need to review my diet.

Hmm?

Second, I was going through the varicose vein clots and noticed that there was something in the center of the clot that could be called nucleus.

It was an invisibly small, demonic stone.

What came to my mind with the deliberate illusion that my skin foamed was a fuzzy rage.

─ ─ The curse is accumulating in people ─ ─

I remember that fact, and I felt like it was corroborated, and I understood it, but now I'm finally convinced.

Haaah!! Ooh! Neighborhood, you son of a bitch. You're kidding me, you idiot!!

Ho...! Oh man...! Damn. Ooh!!

"Yeah? Is something wrong?"

"... no, never mind"

My teacher asks suspiciously if my emotional braces of acting have been passed on.

Having regained only a little calm because of it, I was deluded by exhaling small.

Demonic stones are like magical stones that only occur in dark places of magic.

Therefore, the fact that demonic stones are formed in the human body is an event that cannot happen naturally unless the built-in magic is too high.

Perhaps this is the knowledge that Mr. Augusto used to incorporate when arguing with his teacher in the past.

Mr. Vaneira's illness may be caused by that curse.

I had to use this kind of magic to find out.

... I don't know what it means to make it yourself!!

Simply because I'm retarded. WHAT!! Damn!!

I still move my hands and keep scanning while I think about what I don't care.

Continuously irradiating the abdomen, chest, I could confirm the invisibly small demonic stones dotted all over Mr. Vaneira's body.

It's an anomaly just because there are foreign bodies in the body, but if I do this well, I think I can get rid of it with some sweat or something, so let's put it away now.

There seems to be no anomaly caused by the magic I was worried about, and I'm even so scared that I'm able to scan without any problems.

I'm rather scared that things are going too well. Shit.

In the meantime, when I finally started scanning the head of the problem, I discovered that there were a number of problems.

I'm not a doctor, so I'm not sure, but all I could say was that I sucked in the eyes of an amateur.

I have no expertise or vocabulary, so I will try to make up for the explanation with Mr. Auguste's knowledge.

Part of my brain is discolored.

This is likely due to blockage of blood vessels, which prevents oxygen from passing through and is necrotic.

I think this is a lot worse, but what's worse is that there's something dotted around the brain that can be seen as a tumor in a variety of ways, large and small.

"... Have you been suffering from headaches or something lately?

"I've been suffering from headaches for a long time, but speaking of which, it's gotten worse lately... No way..."

"... there are foreign bodies all over the brain"

"Krebnous Tiuma...!

Yeah, I'm sorry. Wait, what's that?

Me because suddenly you don't bring jargon and you don't know.

I guess it fits the way this world calls itself, doesn't it? Maybe. I don't know.

Katakana, don't cross text me! Because I can't get it in my head!!

No, Mr. Augusto's specs would sulk in. Let's withdraw the foreword. There is nothing wrong with it.

"So how big the hell is that?

"It's about pebbles..."

"You have a bad tooth cut, do you still have something?"

"In the middle of a foreign object, a very small but demonic stone"

"What!?

A teacher who opens his eyes to surprise and the milk that then sways in abundance.

There's supposed to be a serious vibe, but the wasted boobs of an unidentified teacher of unknown gender age are getting in the way of my sight. What is it? I'm proud of you. Really? I want to.

Wait, wait, calm down. Me. Breathe in, spit out. All right, I'm calm.

I was just about to take it away, it's dangerous.

I opened my mouth heavily because I had no such frustration or thought.

"The culprit must be the curse of the dead tree."

But Madame didn't suffer from Dead Tree Disease.

With such a teacher's words, I guessed.

"Hmm, didn't the teacher know?"

"What do you mean?"

"That spread with water as a mediator"

Maybe the teacher couldn't even look for what was mediating just by identifying how to cure it and the pathogen.

He doesn't seem to be good at applying it, even if he has knowledge.

That's what I said. He was right.

"Water............ no way!? Such an idiot, then......!?

I guess I figured out what happened 12 years ago from just one tip.

The teacher shrugged in a hurry and moved his gaze everywhere as he did when chasing the letter of the book, with his hands on his chin as he conceived.

"... yes, the people of this country will remain cursed"

"... My disciple, I have all kinds of confirmations, but can I destroy my neighbor a little more than that?

I asked my words as if they reminded me of something.

And apparently, I can only admire the reasoning power of the teacher who has guessed from just that to the mastermind. is, uh, amazing.

But don't try to destroy the country with such lightness as to go shopping. Because I'm scared.

"Wait, this one has plans."

Oh, I stopped it the wrong way.

No, but I'm going to do that if I gather information and stuff well. Is this okay?

"All right, let's go, then"

I'd like to treat my mother before I do.

"Oh, I was"

Yeah, it's shitty, you son of a bitch.

"Hey, Allie, Belle."

"What's wrong, Auntie?"

An old woman who was knitting raised her face, frowning like trouble.

It was Arietta, the sister of her granddaughter and sisters, who reacted to it as quickly as possible.

She asked about her business as she approached Patapata and her grandmother, the old woman.

"Don't you have to go to church?

"Is that what you're saying, Auntie? Let's not do this!

Velvet returns the words to her grandmother, who leans her neck worried, and her sister, who comes with her behind her sister.

Though he seemed grumpy, either because of his temperament, or because of his young age of twelve, but not at all disgusting, it just seemed rather obstinate.

"That being said, some things are called neighborhood dating, right? At least just you guys."

"Grandma, I asked the Spirit that there are only men in the church."

With a troubled bitter smile, Arietta tells her grandmother what she has learned.

In the dark, I was going to tell her how she could get to such a place, but she didn't tell her grandmother.

"Really... Then I guess I need a better woman..."

The words of my grandmother were, I see, certain.

But from the young girls of age, it was seen from the subtle look of the sisters that the fear of not knowing what to do prevailed.

But in my grandmother's eyes I can see at hand, but far away I can't see in the sumptuous.

I therefore didn't notice the look on my sisters' faces.

"Auntie! No bells! I don't want to go anywhere nasty!

"But hey... there's a little boy at Father's place, right?

From my grandmother's point of view, it is a disturbance that raises the city.

You thought it would be better to have them protected in a church with men than to be in this house with only women and children when something happened.

I'm very grateful for that feeling, but the church has that priest.

Without it, even the sisters would have gone to church without any worries.

"You know, Grandma, the spirits say it's a very murderous and scary atmosphere.

If we disturb our sisters in such a place, we'll be on our feet. "

"Really... then there's no choice."

Finally convinced by her sister's words, her grandmother resumed knitting with tame hands.

"Not at all, Auntie. Not at all. Why!

Velvet fools as she puts the washed laundry full of cages at the feet of her sister, who was setting up a drying rod outside the house.

My sister said, forgiving her sister with a troubled smile that gave way to her grandmother.

"That's not your place, Auntie."

"Yes, but it's not too much of a crisis! It's an act of sorcery to have two super beautiful girls like us in their cages!

"Don't say that again, Belle, because the Spirit said it, and you don't know what the word means."

Arietta sighed, speaking, against her sister, who took the laundry out of the cage and rummaged as she handed it to her sister.

"Oh, I'm gonna stick with you! I know what that means!

"Then don't worry, you don't know who's gonna ask."

"There's nothing wrong with the Spirit telling us!

"That's not what happened anymore..."

My sister wanted to hold her head in her sister's words and actions so that the sigh she should have thrown up once would leak again.

The question of how I grew up like this and the regret of miseducating me distort my sister's expression.

My sister, who couldn't say anything after seeing how she looked at her crisp and confidently chested sister, had no choice but to laugh bitterly.

"More than that, let's think about how we're going to meet the sage."

"... well, let's do that"

Pan, I'm used to my sister's gesture of stretching out momentum and then drying the laundry.

"So, what do I do? Hey, what do you think?

"Well, if you don't think about it, I don't know who we are or where we are."

"Right..."

The troubled sisters were hung by voices from the Spirit who was always watching over them.

If you're a sage, you're in the biggest building in the city.

"Yes, a large building on a hill"

"On the hill......"

"Large building......"

I say the words my sister whimpered as she leaned down to conceive, so that my sister could take over.

And my sister looked up as if she'd noticed something all the time.

"That's Lord's Mansion......!?

Surprised, I laughed at the words of my sister, who was squealed with her eyes open, and the spirits just shrugged to say they were right.