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

A white space with nothing.

It is God who created a world there.

What an incredible space that can be transformed into various colors and scenery without morning or night, but in mood, is a place for this God, neither past nor present.

Until recently, this god had a crush on boxyard play where he made the same world as the games that had been released in a certain world.

but one too weak soul caused it to be good, and if you explain it terminally, it was a hassle, it was.

God, who should have been in a bad mood, is now in a particularly good mood.

That's because replacing a dead human soul in another world with a weak soul has resulted in a world that is different from the game but interesting to observe.

To God, people, they don't care, they're like ants.

And the greatest enemy to God, who has existed for a long time, is boredom.

By the way, this god, you will have some conjecture from words and deeds, but in human terms, he is a young god of spiritual age who has only been able to grow up about elementary school.

So boring, the boom changes to corny.

It should also be noted that before I made this boxyard world, I was haunted by the fact that it was a game released in a certain world, so I can't measure how young it is.

dull, and laughed joyfully, God shrugged.

"I buried the outer moat because of it, and that's the only way I was going to have to get out of my destiny so much?

I was about to try my best to be recognized, needed, and positive myself.

Take care, I can't believe you were showing all the itineraries in plain sight, throwing them all out irresponsibly and trying to escape.

'You know I can't do it, it's silly.'

Perhaps an unconscious red flag from a sage came out.

Perhaps the usual escape from reality?

Or is it just a distraction or a whim?

Whatever it is, there is no reason for this god to forgive it.

"Should I have reduced the intelligence of the people around me a little bit more?

Again and again, to God man is like an ant.

One of those things that doesn't matter, like people's lives and thoughts.

Therefore, I have been sneaking up on my own and adding a lot of things to what God thought would happen if I did this on a whim, this one seems more interesting, etc.

For example, planting memories of another world on someone, strengthening someone's ability to assume, causing someone to forget important information, etc., are all trivial to God.

But it's something that's definitely going to make a difference in the story somewhere.

That's like observing, while making the story of the original protagonist of what we call secondary creation on Earth in real time.

Dull, dull, like a child, God laughs.

"Still, is it a bad human habit or something to assume that you can't purify it without light magic?

The wise men of this world have two forms of magic, one that is subject to the interference of the Spirit and the other that is not.

Therefore, there is no reason why every wise man cannot use purifying magic, but what a pity that he does not know.

Because of its magical form, which is used by the power of the image, it cannot be done if it does not think that it can be done.

That was not a wall easily crossed by humans who had lived in that world of spiritual magic subjects for years.

Because that's common sense, and I don't think there's anything else.

In other words, if you can't clearly imagine using it, then you won't be able to use what you can use, which was its magical drawback.

'I know the old one over there has a stiff head, but hey, why do you think you can't do it when you're from other worlds?

God laughing like a little fool is terribly fun.

God, who is not willing to teach them or lead them, just let's.

"Really, it's silly that you're human."

That's why it's funny.

Words muttered by no one disappeared without echoing.

The blue sky is slowly dyeing the sea.

It spreads to seep carefully, which is the same rate at which the sun tilts.

The southgate of the Duke of Verstein is illuminated in it and coloured with a cedar colour.

The streets are long idle and look quite flourishing.

But there was so much tingling air to get rid of it.

Every time people go out, they ask each other for complexion, and even if they know each other, they go home with few words.

For all the cause was the return of the lord, and the young men, who did not take it well, stood in the city church.

The poor air is mainly due to the fact that the young people standing on their feet do not hide their frustration when sourcing food and walk the city in groups, but it did not matter which would be responsible for the people living there.

More than that, I want you to go back to your original city as soon as possible, which is what people are most genuine about.

From the day they stood up to the evening of the day they made their statement to the Lordship Hall, the city's air sucked.

In spite of the fact that it is normal in this world to wake up before the night passes, there has been no movement since the Lord replied, "Do as you please."

The trouble is, people in unrelated cities.

The city's industry stopped altogether because of the participation of young workers in the stand-up.

Surely there is dissatisfaction with the Lords.

But that's what happened to them, of course.

Until I was told that I was inert, but I could only leave it because there was virtually nothing I could do.

Still, some of the temperament tried to persuade the young men to commit outrage, but they became furiously shriveled and shriveled as to whether they were at the mercy of their lords.

As a result, people were about to give up that they couldn't do anything anymore.

What will happen to the city as it is?

With such a vague sense of anxiety, the sun was ruthlessly trying to live in the same way as usual.

In such a landscape, fu, an unrecognizable figure was walking through the city.

The light hair of the pigment illuminated by the sunset is stained with a cedar color, making it difficult to tell the original hair color, but I could tell from a distance that it had a positive face.

From the outfit, I'm guessing he's noble.

It was a simple protection with just a few accompanying people, walking dignified.

At dusk like this, no matter how much, and a small number of nobles walk all over the city, it's careless.

A friendly old man who thought so approached to call, and the next moment he recognized the figure of that aristocratic man he saw up close, he kneels down to crumble.

The old man opened his eyes in amazement and shook himself as if he had seen a ghost, breathing repeatedly, making a slight noise as he hung on.

"Are you kidding me... Clifford...?

"Hey, Grandpa, you okay?

A passing man rushed over like he was in a panic for the rest of the old man.

Speaking up, the old man doesn't seem to hear it and suddenly stares into space at his own loss.

When it comes to men, they have no choice but to be confused by an old man who looks like that.

"Hey, what's going on, are you feeling worse too?

"No, he did die, then, no way..."

The words of the old man, who made his point of view right and left, and yet squealed at no one like a lost child, left the bewildered man completely alone.

"No way, is that, young lady...?

The thought that came to my mind cast a convincing and one speculation in the old man.

Maybe they're going to church.

An old man with a strong face sends his gaze in the direction where the noble man was until earlier, but he is no longer there, and the rushed old man stuck to the man beside him.

"No one came earlier!?

"Heh? Was that earlier?

"That's right! The aristocrats would have gone through there!?

"I don't know if it's noble, but if it's a group of people, they walked straight away, but where's Grandpa going?! Hey!"

On the way through the man's words, the old man ran out.

That said, the speed is slow because of the old man.

Lovely, looking at the old man who was desperate to move forward, the man sighed after he scratched his head with gushing and rambling.

"I don't have a choice! Thank you for using this Class A Adventurer Party, Dawn Shizuku Leader, and Ricardo on your feet.

"Sir, may I?

"Never mind."

"Yes, I'm sorry"

I wonder how much information and trust the hell is stuck in such an exchange with few words.

Almost exclusively eye-catching behavior. But do you think such a thing doesn't matter, is it also the opposite, a manifestation of trust?

Something like that, I know you think you don't know a lot about things around you on your own, but I can just be through because it stinks like a pain in the ass.

I've basically lived with Nori and momentum, but I can think of things thanks to Mr. Augusto's memory and his sense of being a sage.

In short, that conclusion was not drawn without any thought.

Honestly, once you calm down and think about it, you don't have to be in a great position to avenge Augusto, treat Augusto's mother, clear Julia's thoughts.

Because I am a wise man for no reason.

I understand that the people around me don't want it, and they're pretty bad at it.

But there's no way I'm personally drawn to this position.

'Cause I'm not Mr. Augusto no matter where I go.

I remember Mr. Augusto, I have a body, but my heart can't really be Mr. Augusto.

I can't be either Yoko Takada, Augusto Verstein, or I'm halfway there now.

But that's me.

No matter how much you acknowledge me, no matter how much you need me, you can't believe it.

I feel thin and twisted.

There are places where I personally think you are willing to escape responsibility or do the same thing as Mr. Augusto.

But more than that, I can't trust the world itself.

I was shown the darkness of the past and tried to carry it all in because there was blood on my head, but I want you to calm down and think about it.

People can't be so nice.

There's no way things can work out so well.

There's no way all this convenience can happen to me.

Ever since “I" entered Mr. Augusto, I do think I've come across a lot of irrational eyes.

But that's what “I” felt, not what “I” received.

Instead, the presence of Augusto Verstein, the exterior, came this far with ease, without any shaking.

This world is too kind to me.

This is a kind of bet.

If I don't carry what I want here...

I said, no, the flow of this world,

Someone may have intervened...

"I knew you wouldn't have to come with us, with your feet."

Consciousness was brought back to reality by the voice of a frightened girl I heard.

"What are you talking about? You're a sage, so don't worry about it."

Twinthe announced with a doya face as she rocked the twin tails with a walking vibration.

No, wait. What's going on with the image of the wise man in this world?

Maybe a saint's superior compatibility or something like that, right?

Not me. No.

"Belle!"

"Don't you want to see it anymore? I'm about to exorcise Rikshi all around!

"That's..., I'd like to see it..."

You want to see it?

"Hehe, the little lady understands how wonderful her husband is,"

The butler was laughing calmly, and it could be guessed that he wouldn't know anything about what was going to happen.

Or he believes I'll do something about it, no matter what.

But if I stay like this, I will be made good by the vice of a priest who says he was rebelled without proof.

Even Mr. Augusto, a wise man, is alarmed that it is likely.

That's why I decided to take the bet.

I know what will happen.

How this falls will help you understand what my fate is like.

If, as I thought...

"It's true! There's no way the one who hears the spirits isn't great!

"Belle! Excuse me!

"What are you so rude about? I praise you!

"That attitude is rude! Already!"

Like fights between jeans, he walks on listening to sisters interacting like an extension of a twitch.

"No, I'm glad you're well. You remind me of Rosa when you were little, sir."

"... Wasn't Rosa a little more sophisticated?

Rosa's Augusto's sister, and she's your niece's mother's Rosalind, right?

In my memory, I have a somewhat lively image, but I wasn't so reluctant?

"I was wondering if it was as active"

"I see."

Explore the signs around you while appropriately nodding and agreeing to the butler's words.

Then I could detect signs that the city people were observing this one on a faraway roll and that it was solidifying in the group a short walk away.

That seems to be just a bunch of bloody young people, and I found it very frustrating.

No, it's nothing like that. I don't know what that is. This is too much spec. Scary.

Anyway, it was detectable that the group was apparently the stand-up criminals this time around.

About one, two... thirty in all?

I could have counted exactly, but honestly, it stinks of trouble, so that's enough. No.

"Sir, I see it, that's the church in this city"

When the butler sent his gaze in the direction indicated by his hand, he saw a white-walled, somewhat plainly sumptuous church.

It's illuminated by the sunset and orange, but it's beautifully orange, so I'm sure it's a bright white wall.

"So, what do you do?

"Stay here and wait."

"Yes, I did."

If I told him that I was going alone from here on out, I approached the church without stopping my steps, sidelined by a butler who would take a step back with a respectful greeting.

Two men, I suppose, are watchmen, looking at me heading to church or blocking the road with sticks.

"Are you noble?"

"What can I do for this church?"

It is such an angry inquiry that ordinary people would be frightened by the extra sword screen that they would not be able to speak.

As far as they could tell, their real anger, not acting, was understandable with breathing, heart rate, and then expression.

Honestly, I usually want you to stop because I'm scared.

No, I'm sure you'll never stop.

"May I help you, Father?"

Calmly and dignified, blood vessels appeared on their temples.

"What are you going to do, Father?"

"I'm not going through here!!

That's all I can say.

I wanted to go as peacefully as possible, but this is what's gonna happen.

Side by side as they wave the stick in front of me and try to strike me, passing softly.

I don't know how I did it myself, but that's high spec ikeoji.

"Holy shit!

"When?!?

It's okay. I don't know that either.

No, I guess it's not all right at all.

"I thought we were on our way, but can't you afford that?

"Ugh!

"Shut up and go home!!

When I grabbed the stick lightly that wielded momentum, I didn't know what it was, but it broke like chopsticks and seemed to dent in another way.

I haven't grabbed it so hard, what the hell..., scared...

"Damn! What the fuck!

"I just grabbed it?

"Is that the only way to break it!!

Yeah, I'm sorry, that's what I think best.

I wonder why it broke?

"You monster!!

With those words, another man wields a stick.

I grabbed that so it wouldn't break gently this time, and pulled it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

... No, you know, I just really pulled it off, but I don't know why this happened.

As a result, the man flew horizontally down the road with great momentum, crashing into the wall of the impinging building, and stopped.

I thought I was going to die if I stayed put, so I made a cushion of air to help, but my consciousness seems to have flown away.

Yeah, well, he's not dead, and it's good, right?

The man who broke the stick had his mouth open and closed like a goldfish, so when he sent a chilling glance, he fell out of his hips or collapsed on the spot. Why not?

I had no choice but to leave him alone, put my hand on the door of the church, pushed him gently with both hands, and I regretted everything I could.

I just grabbed it lightly and broke the stick like chopsticks, but I couldn't push the big door lightly or anything.

But you don't know that.

No, I just wanted to think about it.

Let's conclude.

Church door, blasted.

........................... yeah, why not.