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

When I said what I had done since then.

First, I heard about the problem of this territory from the Spirit King of Water.

They offered me exchange terms to tell me, but I want to talk to the butler about it later, including this, so let's put it down now.

Next, take advantage of Mr. Augusto's over-jerked specs to borrow cookies from the kitchen, a white handkerchief from his room, and a water-coloured ribbon from some small room.

You already know the rest, don't you?

I wrapped the cookie in a handkerchief, wrapped it in a ribbon, gave it to the Spirit King, and dropped her off in a good mood.

Choro, isn't it, Spirit?

Well, let's just leave it at that. The next thing I know, it's about Julia.

Take care, the frozen room where Mr. Augusto's love, as if to stop time, is painful and just sad to watch, and Julia's body.

I have to talk to Augusto's mother and butler about what I'm going to do with this room, so I'm going to leave it.

But to move Julia's body, I had to do something about this magic that was making this corner look like a freezer.

First, pick up the rainbow demon stones installed in the four corners of the room.

It seems easy to say that it's this Augusto too awesome spec that breaks it, but the Demon Stone is actually going to be money, so I'd like to reuse it anyway.

'Cause there's a good chance we're running out of money, our financial resources.

If you look at the four demonic stones you picked up side by side over a nearby chest, something like a computer program, like a magic, some kind of unsure ceremony, plays back in your brain.

I don't know anything about what's going on, but I don't know what's going on. What is this?

I can't help thinking about it, so I'll work out the magic powers to intervene in that magic program.

Be careful, it seems that if you are too strong, you will destroy every room.

Magic is energy, so if it fails, it may explode just like gasoline.

Trial and error, this or so, moves magic with the perfect balance.

It's so hard to be stronger than the program, but not to the point of breaking it.

But I have to.

To concentrate, I breathed through my nose and spit it out of my mouth.

But think of the magic program for yourself. That's a weird word...

I don't care about that, but I just laugh in my heart at myself thinking about it for some reason.

When I looked at the program and thought about what was best, I realized that it might be better to delete one by one rather than rewrite it.

First, cut the magic supply in the Demon Stone.

Does it feel like making a blade with magic and cutting it?

That way, there will be no power to move the program, so the power should be off.

There's a trap that explodes when the timer of the time bomb is turned off, so it might be easier to tell if it's in a similar condition to cutting the wire to which the power is connected first.

As I thought I was going to cut the supply, the air around me changed.

Ice, born of magic, becomes magic and melts in the air.

I also decided to create a stream of air and keep it compressed, thinking that the intense magic would accumulate around here.

When magic fills the area all at once, people in the vicinity appear to have symptoms of magic attacks similar to alpine disease.

Even if magic is not harmful to humans, it doesn't seem to be much good when accumulated in large quantities.

It may be obvious because it seems like water, snow, or air can be said.

So let's convert this magic into the magic that was deployed to protect this land, which was completely unused.

Slowly the ice melts sideways, deleting the program one by one.

First of all, don't start it, then the circuits you supply, and so on, one at a time, for sure.

There was even a program called Stop Time, and Mr. Augusto's love was sad.

It would use a lot of magic just to activate this.

It took me a while, but I deleted it.

Then compress the magic generated by melting and send it to the defensive magic one by one.

This magic is designed to build up a barrier such as a magic barrier when things happen, by saving magic from time to time.

Mr. Augusto apparently also used the magic he had originally saved for his defense to preserve Mr. Julia.

...... I'm glad you've been at peace.

Four demon stones quickly became just demon stones, because the program other than stopping time was simple enough.

The demon stone, which was rainbow, is now the same ice blue color as Mr. Augusto's eyes because of his magic.

All you have to do is wait for the ice to melt.

You could have melted it all at once, but I didn't feel like doing it.

Mr. Augusto's specs make me feel like I could do it without divulging any magic, but somehow, when I did that, I felt like denying Mr. Augusto's love.

It's the first frozen place, so it won't take long for Julia's ice to melt.

The magic used in this magic is Mr. Augusto's love.

But this love is a lonely, sad thing.

Slowly melting ice diminishes the range one by one, leaving only Julia's body, which was at the centre, disappearing.

And the next thing that started shortly after I conceived it was collapse.

The body of Julia, who had been stopped for twelve years, slowly collapsed from touching the outside air.

Harari, like scattered cherry petals, slowly.

I couldn't even touch it, I could only watch it.

All that's left is a man-shaped ash.

The wind seemed so scattered that it would all be gone.

I couldn't seem to touch it with my bare hands.

Julia in Augusto's memory laughs happily.

There were zero tears.

-Thank you.

Fluffy, the air that shouldn't move moves.

There's no sign of anyone in this room.

Sweet, gentle, and sad, signs.

I don't know, but Mr. Augusto did.

Signs of Augusto, who loved him so badly that he stopped time.

-Thank you.

The man, white and transparent, laughed happily, just as Mr. Augusto remembered, and dissolved in the air.

I didn't know what was going on, but I could only gaze into the space where the signs disappeared.

In front of you lies a people-shaped ash that was Julia's body.

The answer derived from it was one.

Mr. Augusto had frozen Julia's soul itself.

For twelve years, here, in such a lonely place, Julia, alone.

Seems to have frozen until time, so there may not have been a sense of time, but I think Julia understood that she was trapped.

But I felt like I was only a little saved by her, who looked really happy and disappeared with a happy face.

Even if I didn't have a sense of time, I probably understood that Mr. Augusto was dead.

So I guess he was laughing so happy.

Now I wonder if we've finally met.

Thinking about it, I just got a little jealous.

Nice, I want to go home, too.

Go home, I want to see your father and your mother.

I felt the area around my heart make another nasty noise.

I have a unique feeling of tears coming through my cheeks.

Breathe through your nose and spit it out of your mouth.

I wiped my tears with my palms and stared at the ceiling.

Mr. Augusto's real wish was, perhaps, fulfilled with this.

There are still parts of me that are a little unconvinced that I have to do his butt wipe, but still, this is the price I got a chance to live for.

It is thanks to Augusto's body that I am able to live now.

I want to live.

I want to live.

Then I have to live.

I put my strength into my fist, and I also consolidated my resolve.

A room filled with various documents.

There were three men in the room with the crisps and the sound of a pen describing something.

A man who writes paperwork while shrinking his large body to avoid hitting the paperwork.

A fox-eyed man who spares because of his thin body, but writes paperwork with his spine stretched tightly.

Then there are three men in butler's clothes with one-eyed glasses (monocle), separating the two written documents.

They are subordinates of the Lord, the Duke of Augusto Verstein, and are dairy brothers.

In other words, the three were also childhood tamers from a long time ago, and each other were dairy brothers.

He stopped writing the papers, and the big man, Ernest, opened his mouth.

"No, what is that?

"... brother, I can't tell you what I'm talking about without a subject."

He asks Ernest, looking back at him as he rocks his slightly thicker torso because of his muscular muscles, with his fox-eyed man, Paul, unstoppable hand writing the paperwork, in a hazy voice.

"Paul, didn't you notice?

"So what are you talking about"

"It's about the boy."

As suddenly and tingly tension began to drift, the deacon's man, Alfredo, stopped his hand in sorting the documents.

Ernesto, what are you trying to say?

With the inquiry, Kacha, and make a small metal noise to adjust the position of the monocular glasses, looking back at Ernesto with a sober voice.

Then Ernesto, at the time of the inquiry, answered, retrieving his favorite xel.

"Me, I've been looking at humans for the past twelve years. So if you look him in the eye, you know what he's like."

Smoke the mouth of the xel you had, light a magical flame on your fingertips and light a cigarette in the xel.

He breathed in as he did, exhaling purple smoke.

"... is that really who we know, that boy?

The words were so pale that they did not contain any emotions such as fright or suspicion, but could be inferred from the voice that they were spun solely to confirm the facts.

But from Alfredo, his deacon, he couldn't have seen it.

"Whatever you say, there are good things and bad things, Ernest."

"Come on, you didn't even notice?

Ernesto inquires with a bitter laugh at the words as he mixes his anger with his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, my God, you've been around for a long time, and I'm asking if Temei's eyes are a pit."

When it came to the boy, the blood climbed on his head as usual, and when he saw and thought about his friend, who hadn't seen him for a while, Alfredo followed Ernest with a sharp eye to see if he was aware of his lack of calm or not.

"What are you trying to say?"

Ernest stared back at Alfredo with such sharp eyes that, after exhaling the smelling breath of cigarettes, he stirred up the beholder.

"... then I ask you, were you a man with those eyes?

"What is that?

"... you don't have any emotions, you have crystal balls in your eyes."

His known Augusto Verstein was such a man who looked cold, hot, harsh, and tender.

But the Lord, who met him for twelve years, looked a little different than before.

It is indeed what he looks like, just getting older from his previous appearance.

But something's different.

"...... what do you know about your husband who hasn't seen it in 12 years?

"I don't want you to get me wrong, but I'm trying to tell you that I'm a fake."

To Ernest's words as he inhaled smoke from Xcel's inhale and spit out purple smoke, Alfredo quietly opened his mouth to see if he had finally regained his calm there.

"... you haven't heard from your husband, that's why you don't know."

"To your husband, is something wrong?

Were you refraining from pinching your mouth on the two swordscreens, where Paul finally throws the question.

Alfredo, who had once again sent his gaze to Paul, opened his mouth.

"My husband lacked his memory when he was poisoned and died before he was reborn.

Therefore, in the past, we knew the husband... "

"Is that really all?

The question, thrown in the middle of an explanation, was somewhere conclusive.

"... Ernesto?

"I don't doubt your words, but they don't look like me."

"What do you mean?"

"Boy, what have you got in there?

Quiet, and with some strange voice, Ernest spins the word.

"Someone completely different, aren't they mixed up?

The Lord, the Duke of Augusto Verstein, is silent.

Therefore, their men have no choice but to perceive the Lord's emotions from their eyes, voices, and atmosphere.

Alfredo, a deacon, was good at his abilities.

Is there such a thing as he doesn't realize?

"That's stupid."

"...... If that's my concern, Mr. Alfredo, don't you have any idea?

I have no idea.

I haven't, but I haven't noticed a change.

It was floating.

Ugly and fat, if you open your mouth, there is no cursing murmur, no rupture in speech or deed, no old shadows or other shards, such a lord.

Beautiful, brilliant, magnificent, calm and dependable, restored to what was once glory itself.

Moreover, as the wisdom of mankind, a being close to God, and a wise man (Kenzin), he fulfilled his rebirth.

I can't be happy.

There's no way you can stay there without floating.

I was shocked by my immaturity and the fact that I couldn't change it.

When he realized, he was walking to the front of the Lord's chamber.

I remember like those two were saying something behind my back, but I didn't even remember what they were saying.

Thoughts are mainly about the shock of hiding something and self-loathing of oneself for not realizing the change.

Though there was no longer any negative emotion, it was unlikely that I could find meaning in continuing to worry about it.

Then he took a deep breath to calm himself down, having come to the conclusion that he should be checked in person.

Later, with Knock, he made a voice call, as usual.

But no matter how long I wait, I have no choice but to open the door.

However, I could not even find any appearance of my Lord, which I thought I was also doing in reading, contrary to expectations.

There is no sign of the Lord who should be spending the day without doing his duties until his next appointment.

When I asked the servant who was nearby, the direction the Lord turned to was immediately known.

That was, now, the direction in which the late Duchess Verstein, Julia's room, was located.

At present, the magic of the Lord makes it difficult for humans to get in, so they can no longer use it.

The Duchess, who sleeps quietly in a frozen world, could not be placed in the tomb, and could only be seen from afar.

"Oh, my God..."

I stepped in. There, things were different.

A part of it that should have been closed to ice, now rather, I can't find a difference from the past that was in my memory, so much so that I think that might have been a dream.

It was forbidden to use, so there was quite a bit of dust on the floor, but it became invisible as it approached the Duchess' room.

It is caused by the fact that, according to going to the center, time is stopped by magic, but he is the type of butler with only minimal knowledge of magic, he has no reason to know.

Gently look indoors through the door left open.

It was in the sight of the Lord, staring at something in his hand.

─ ─ ─ As if to observe, I can't see any emotions, like crystal balls, eyes ─ ─

Known, unthinkable from the Duke of Augusto Verstein, unknown eyes.

He was supposed to be the Lord, but he looked like someone else.

He heard such a slight, self-infuriating sound of light rain.

I decided to put the ashes on the body in the vase Julia liked, which I left at the window.

This is a temporary measure until you put it in your grave, so I apologize to Julia, but I want you to be a little patient.

The magic used by sage men is very convenient at times like this because the basics are imagination.

The magical application of the wind, or like the magic used by the wizard coming out of Cinderella, enters the vase so that the ashes that dance through the universe flow.

That's how it stayed after I put it in a vase without leaving a single ash behind.

A distorted demon stone that was supposed to have been the little life that slept in her body.

Take that demonic stone with the same light green eyes as her and gently clasp it with both hands.

Whether it's a boy or a girl, such a small life as a thumb that you don't even know it.

This kid should make another grave.

The other demon stones decided to put it in a vase with Julia's ashes.

"...... sir"

The familiar voice I heard was sinking badly for some reason.

Somehow, it's strange with humans because they're even going to laugh bitterly the other way around when you get that depressed voice.

"......... Alfredo."

I took my gaze off the demon stone, which was the little life in my hand, and I hung up.

The butler's face I should have seen was worse than anything I had ever seen before.

"Is it time for your next appointment?

"......... sir..."

It was a meeting with your mother's attending physician.

"......... sir, no, you are,"

"Alfredo?"

The words and actions of an uninterrupted butler with a blue-white face, like making sure of something.

I got a little strange about how he was hanging away from normal and mouthed his name.

"Who the hell are you?"

My heart sounded loud at the moment.