Resurrection of Duke Werstein ~ I Didn’t Hear Anything About Being A Middle-aged Man ~ 11

//Melki: Updates are going to start slowing down now, the reason i was able to get at least 1 chapter in everyday is that I had the first 5 chapters already translated and they only needed to be edited and that I'm in spring break so I could tackle 1 or 2 chapters per day. Tomorrow I'll be back with classes, but for now I should be able to keep at a 2 or more chapters per week pace.

Btw my time zone is (GMT-08:00) Pacific Time. Also I changed rat to mouse cause it works better that way.

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AN: This time, I have four times as much (B) bacon and (L) lettuce material as last time.

It's completely fictional.

For those who don’t like it, please move with caution.

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“Sir-, I brought it-"

When I was struggling with the documents at Augusto-san's desk in the office in a limited amount of time until I fell asleep, I suddenly was scared by the middle aged man who really came back within the day.

Wait, it's been that long?

When I looked at my desk for confirmation, I saw a tower of recalculated documents and various documents that had been left there for confirmation.

Seeing how neatly they were standing there, I guessed that the butler had quietly come and quietly put them in order.

I didn't know that doing calculations was such a great way to escape from reality.

... Well, that's beside the point.

It wasn't like this before I started, so I see that a lot of time had passed.

I've just noticed that there's no clock in this room.

I don't know what time it is thanks to this. …… ah, speaking of I’ve never had a problem with this.

I didn't I didn't feel the need for it, since the butler regularly informs me of the time.

I'm really impressed with the butler.

"... Did you really bring it? I thought you might have run away."

As I was thinking of something else in my head, I said those words for the sake of confirmation.

Maybe it's because Augusto-san's specs are so high that he can think of so many things at once, but it's amazing.

Though, I just realized that now.

"What, I’m that untrustworthy?"

"We've barely met."

What's he talking about?

I've only seen him earlier and this morning.

Besides this morning, before anything the middle aged man looked at me blankly.

"Oh, that's what I thought. Well, whatever, here you go."

I reflexively picked up the document that was handed to me as if a matter-of-fact manner, and for a moment I panicked, thinking, what should I do.

What jumped out at me was a seal that I remembered from Augusto-san's memory.

It had a bird on it that looked like it would be difficult to make into a seal, and next to it was a flower mark of some kind.

… ah-, this is, the mark unique to this country’s chancellor, and the symbol of Marquis Reinbach.

When I confirmed it properly from my knowledge, it's said that the Chancellor's seal was a magical seal with a phoenix motif that was difficult to forge.　

This which contains a small amount of magical power, certainly seems difficult to forge.

"......... I'm sure it's authentic."

Uhn, what should I do with this.

I asked a big thing.　

By the way, the contents are... a bribe, probably.

I’ll properly check later.　

There's a lot of stuff here.

How strange, I said a few right, just how many did you steal.

Hey- Grandpa Reinbach is seriously black huh?　

Ah-, then I’ll have to do my best and be careful.　

Although I have no idea how to be careful.

"Can you trust me now?"

I felt uncomfortable as he stared at me with the atmosphere of a dog wagging its tail.

No... I don't know what you're talking about, middle aged man.

Also, please don't give me that sparkling look of respect because it makes me angry.

I wonder why, it doesn’t make me happy at all.　

I guess it's because I don't like it.

I want to say it again.

It doesn’t make me happy at all.

"Trust isn’t something you earn overnight, are you an idiot."

“Wow-, that's harsh, but yeah, I guess that’s true."

When I say so clearly, the middle aged man shrugs his shoulders lightly, and makes a expression as if saying, yare yare¹, this annoying bastard.

… Speaking of.

“Why didn’t you run away? Like this, you can no longer go back to Reinbach you know?”

It was a good opportunity to escape, but why did he go to the trouble of throwing it away?

Idiot? Is he an idiot?　

What’s more he’s even doing a job that will make his employer hold a grudge.

In response to my question followed by a suspicious gaze, he paused for a moment and then gave me a slightly troubled look.

“… … does sir, who what kind of dream, we in the intelligence have?　

“I don’t know"

“Right-."　

“What do you want to say?”

I instantly denied it and he hung his head.

There’s no way I know, Augusto-san knowledge isn't that versatile.

What I don’t know, I don’t know.

There was silence for a while, but suddenly, perhaps regaining his composure, he began to speak quietly.

"Well, I don't think you can trust a guy like me when I say this, but most of the people in the underworld are orphans or something like that."

Oh-, it's a common pattern.

That kind of thing, like picking up an orphan and raising them as an assassin.　

It happens in dramas too.

It’s from a historical drama though.

“I’m basically that type, but the more like that one is, the more on has pride."

Saying that, he put on a mature expression, as if he was seeing it somewhere².

"Basically, intelligence like me work as mercenaries but don't have a master³.

But that's why, how to say it.

... To serve an ideal master, uh. That’s our dream."

A wry smile, and an expectant look in his eyes.

Somehow, I’m starting to understand what he's trying to say, but I want to make a Tsukkomi.

Are you a ninja.

Alright, I’m refreshed.

"Hmm, what do you mean?"

"Well, let's just say that sir fits my personal ideal!"

While clenching his fists, he said briskly.

… ah I wonder why, I want to beat him.

"Is that all?"

“Hey, that’s terrible, I’m serious.”

When I asked him coldly, he chuckled and scratched his head roughly.

I don't want to ask him what his ideal is, because I have a bad feeling about this.

I don't want to do anything that will cause me more heartache.

It's exhausting. Mentally.

While thinking so, my face is still showing the cold-hearted look that I've gotten used to.

"...... Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm unusually serious.

If it’s you,… a lot, no it’s quite shame, but I can bet my life."

In response to my question, he said crisply, with a serious face.

When I look into his eyes, he stared back at me without looking away.

“Doesn’t sound like a lie"　

“I won't lie at a time like this. It’s my one life, so take it"

Uhn, let's wait a minute.

“There’s something wrong with the way you say it."

“Uhn, I feel uncomfortable having said it myself."

With a serious face, the middle aged man nodded his head in agreement to my tsukkomi and hugged himself rubbing his shoulders off goosebumps.

It’s really pitiful to take damage from your own words.　

And, I also feel uncomfortable, so stop that.

"... Are you an idiot?"

"I don't mind being an idiot, as long as I can swear allegiance to you."

He kneeled at my feet with a subtle half-laughing expression on his face.

But I’m still sitting in a chair, so I really look like a villain.

Since I am in a villain-like position, I might as well give him a villainous line.

“If I can’t use you, I’ll get rid of you, you know?”

“That’s totally fine"

"... Betrayal?"

"Don't worry, that definitely won’t happen"

Then he looked up at me with a serious face.

Yeah, but...

"... I don't trust you at all because you say it so lightly."

There's no weight to your words at all, is there.

Thanks to that, it's ruined. Too bad.

"Well, even if you say so, it's just my nature-.

Oh, that's right, how about that."

“What?"

“Ah that, a familiar contract”

Oh, no.

What is that, is there such a thing?

I don't know what exactly it does, but I can guess that it doesn't include any human rights.

That won’t due, this kind of thing.

“…You’re a human right"

"Well, humans are animals in the broadest sense of the word, are we not?"

No, that's true, but...

“But, are you okay with that?"

"Yes, if I can serve you."

He affirmed it as if it were nothing at all.

Ehhhh-… .

"... Let me ask you something."

“What?"

"What is the reason why you want to come to me even after betraying Reinbach?

You can't do that just because you like me."

I don't understand why you would go to such lengths, risking your own life and your human rights... I don't understand the reason he would go that far.

What on earth is making him do so much, do I have that much worth, I really don’t understand.　

Unclear points turn into unsettling point.

If so, it should be made clear.

When I looked into his eyes, he let out a sigh as if he had given up.

"… You won’t pull away?"

"Depends on your answer."

"So, first of all, do you know demons?"

"...... I've only read that it's a general term for people with high magical power who belong to the darkness and whose nature is slightly different from humans."

I pondered the question for a while, but even with Auguste's knowledge from the books he had read in the past, I couldn't find anything else.

Maybe he didn't read it because he wasn't really interested in it, but oh well.

“As I thought, the specifics haven’t been passed-"　

"What are you trying to say?"

To him who looks disappointed, I quickly urge him to hurry up and continue, he still kneeling straightens his posture, and finally opens his mouth.

"Unlike humans, demons have no limit to the amount of magic power they can store in their bodies, and they tend to store more and more.

That's why they are so strong and live so long."

“Hmm."

I didn't know that the demon race had such characteristics.

It said in my knowledge that they weren’t much different from humans, so they’re different from humans in this way, I didn’t know.

"Also, strength is determined by the amount of magic power, so the longer a demon lives, the stronger it is."

"What do you mean?"

"So the strong ones are great, awesome, respectable, objects of worship.

Such subconsciousness is imprinted in our instincts, blood and soul."

“Hmm."

It seems like a troublesome race.

But just when I was wondering what this had to do with anything, a pretty much dropped a big bomb on me.

“... I'm half demon, you know.

That’s why it looks like, … -I fell for you at first sight⁴.”

Ehhhhhhhhhh.

No, no, wait a minute, let's start with this.

"Don't use such creepy expressions."

I've got goosebumps from the words fell at first sight rather than half demon...!

The person in question, the middle aged man, grabbed his head vigorously on the spot and mourned while holding it.

“But there’s no other way! There are no other words to describe my feelings! I don't like it either! It's disgusting!"

The person who said it seemed to be on the verge of tears.

I want tell him, then don't say it.

No, it might have been me who made him say it.

“What kind, what kind of thing is this."　

"I want to follow this person for the rest of my life, he's so cool, I can't allow anyone to harm him, I want to help him, protect him, be by his side... There's more. Do you want to hear it?"

"......... No, thank you."

While kneeling, glancing at me, his half-crying explanation gave me goosebumps all over again.

I shouldn't have listened.

I feel like I'm getting chills.

Aaargh! That's strange! I personally didn't have such a strong prejudice against such things at all!

“Ah- enough-, no more, I feel grossed out by myself, but not being able to escape this feeling…, what is this another time of torture?”

“How would i know."

“That’s right huh”

When I replied to his whiny words in a nonchalant manner, he replied with a nonchalant agreement while looking into the distance with dead eyes.

It can’t be helped

Maybe my eyes are dead now, too.

Seriously-, there's no way-, ah-, it feels gross-, I'm really getting goosebumps-, what is this.　

I really don't know what's going on here, maybe it's because it's Augusto-san's body.

He’s a adult man after all-. There’s no helping it right-. I don’t really know though-.

... Anyway, let's change the subject. Let's do that.

I managed to change the track of my mind, and decided to ask another question.

"... Have you ever wanted to serve another wiseman?"

Because if a strong person is the ideal, wouldn't you want to make a wise man in this world your master?

I was thinking so when I asked the question, but the person in questioned started to think about it again, as if he had just realized what he had just said.

“Uh-, speaking of which there was no such thing- … .

I mean they surely are strong, and worthy of worship but they’re really not my type.　

... Wait, another?"

He says as if suddenly realizing, and returns his gaze, which he had removed before when in thought, to me.

“Oh, I turned into a wiseman because of something the other day"

It's not like I'm hiding it or want to hide it, so I simply answered, and he looked at me with a very surprised look on his face.

What the hell, I’ll beat you.

“...Seriously… ! Wait, what should I do, what’s this feeling, is this what it feels like to be a big fan who met their celebrity… !"

"I don't know."

“Right?"

I don’t give a damn.

I just realized something.

Should I hide the fact that I'm a wise person, or should I just announce it?

If I hide it, people will find out someday, and if I make it public, I might end up in chaos because the people hate me.

I'm torn.

For now, I'll think about this later.

… However, how long should I keep at this.

Eh, it can’t really benecessary to make this person my subordinate, right?

The goosebump-inducing comment he made earlier almost gave me goosebumps, but before that, I was in a good mood, wasn't I?

Eh-, what should i do.

When my eyes were wondering around, I found the butler standing alone by the wall, blending into air.

Anyway, what do you think I should do? I decided to make eye contact as if asking that to him"

The butler just bowed reverently.

... Yeah.

All I got from him was, be my guest.

Ah- throwing it back… ?

I wonder if it’s because I’m always passing things to him, now this time he passed it to me… ?

Ah, I see I guess this is a matter of daily routine.

Although it's only the second day.

Damn it.

It's too much trouble.

Let's go with the stance of not rejecting anyone who comes.

I'll leave the rest to your independence.

I don't care what happens!

Well, if something happens, I can just try my best.

I'm sure there are things I can't do, but somehow, I think I can manage... I don't know, maybe it will work, maybe it won't.

Ah it’s fine already. I don't know.

There's no one who wants to be a subordinate of this villainous-looking middle aged man.

... Oh, now I know why it's so creepy.

It's because I don't understand the unconditional respect and excessive favoritism that comes with such instincts.

The butler and the other people in this house know the original Augusto-san, so I can understand.

But this person only sees the surface of me.

That's probably why he makes me feel uncomfortable.

I understood, but I couldn't think of an option not to make him my subordinate for now.

Because this middle aged man is so worth teasing, I can't help it!

Well, the main reason is that if I don't make him one of us, I'll have to kill him.

Yeah, I feel much better now that I understand everything.

In addition, I'll digest one more thing that was bothering me.

"...... What is your name?"

I asked him again, and he cowered as if he was troubled.

"We shadows don't have names. But, I'd be happy if sire gave me one-."

Oh, I see, that's how it is.

“How troublesome"

How about Nanashi⁵ or something like that, like… I guess that’s no good.

"That's harsh! But the me who doesn’t feel that’s unpleasant is gross!"

“Don't know."

“Right?"

I replied calmly, and a affirmation cames back with a straight face.

If you know what you're talking about, don't say it.

"Hmm, but it's inconvenient not to have a name."

"What, are you going to give me a name?"

A glance filled with expectation is thrown at me, somehow I got irritated again.　

So I turned to glance at the butler, with a chira⁶.

The butler, who seems to have gotten the hint just from that opens his mouth with a smile.

“Well, then how about Kruss⁷?”

"I've never heard of it. Is it some kind of ancient language? What does it mean?"

He looked at the butler with a dubious expression and asked a simple question.

And so, the butler opened his mouth again with a smile.

“A mouse."

"No way! Sir needs to give it to me after all!"

I was thinking, butler-san, you are so knowledgeable. I thought so, but the middle aged man didn't seem to like it. Too bad.

I don't think there's anything wrong with it, mouse.

But I wouldn't want to be named like that either.

It can't be helped.

As I was convinced by myself, the butler let out a sigh.

"… this isn’t worth troubling Master over, it can’t be helped, then how about “Cinza”⁸ which means silver in ancient language?”

“No I don’t it anything can’t be helped.　

I'd rather have the Master make it up, I, or rather this is much more decent than before."

“Hmm, then that will do"

If you think it's decent, it's fine.

It's just a name, so it's fine.

“No wait, you just decided it! ? How about my opinion?"　

"Master's servants don't need such things."

"Unreasonable! And I don't like the fact that I'm so happy to be the master's servant!"

No, what are you so happy about, middle aged man, gross.

Well, it’s fine.

Now this guy is my subordinate isn’t he?

“Cinza."

"Oh, yes."

"... If you want my trust, you'll have to earn it."

I stared at him as I said this quietly, and he looked surprised, as if he had been taken by surprise.

Then, with a grin on his face, he opened his mouth.

"... I see, I understand. Take care of me from now on, Master⁹.”

... No, you can’t be serious- ...

No matter what that can’t be serious-...

I’m repulsed-...

His expression was so cool, but it's ruined...

"... That's creepy. Call me something else."

“What?"

The moment I said it, he froze with a very puzzled look on his face.

No, ‘cause not Master right.

I’m not happy to be called that by a middle aged man.

I don't care if it's a beautiful boy or a beautiful girl.

I think this is because I'm both a middle aged man and a young maiden, ah, sorry i don’t really get it.

Then, like… Augusto-sama? Or something?"

"A mouse is not allowed to call the master's noble name."

Before I could answer, the butler refused.

Ah, yes, well, that's fine.

"Hey, what's with this butler? He's really depressing me. Can I kill him?"

‘No."

You can't do that.

I won't be able to live socially.

No, I’ll be able to live, but this mansion won’t be able to stand.

“Ah, this butler is looking really smug! I'm so angry!"

"It's no exaggeration to say that I'm the master's right-hand man.

You can envy me all you want."

"... What should I do? I'm so angry."

The smug butler and the gritting his teeth in frustration, spy-san¹⁰.

Uhn, spy-san

I'm not sure what to make of it, but they look they’re having fun.

I hope they become good friends.

I don't care if I'm your boss!

"Alfred, enough of playing around"

“Whua, I’m sorry, Master”

I looked at the butler out of the corner of my eye as he bowed reverently to my call, and then looked at the covert.

"...... Cinza."

“What-?"

No, not what? This middle aged man is seriously slow.

No, yeah, it’s fine.

"You don't have to change what you call me. Call me whatever you want."

"...... Well, calling you sir like before wouldn't really be appropriate… so can i call you Master¹¹.”

Hmmm, that’s still kind of subtle, but it can't be helped. He's my subordinate.

"I told you to call me whatever you want."

"Hmm, okay. Nice to meet you, Master!"

He said so, and smiled happily.

I don’t really get it, but that kind of feeling, it seems like I have a new subordinate.

… … Uhn, what the hell is this.

Then, mentally exhausted, I decide to go back to my room and sleep.

I wasn't sure if I would be able to sleep since I didn’t feel any physical fatigue at all, but I closed my eyes quietly and before I knew it, it was morning.

I couldn't help but stare blankly at the ceiling.

I had heard somewhere that sleep is the best way to heal mental fatigue, so I guess my mind needed some sleep.

As for whether it was healed, well, I guess it was better than yesterday morning.

Yesterday morning was a real pain in the ass.

Now? Right now, I'm feeling very refreshed because the butler, who works fast, replaced all the furniture before I went to bed.

I can hear the birds chirping outside, the rustling of the trees, the sound of the wind.

And all I can see are the various chic furnishings in a soothing, almost dark blue-black color, illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window.

Yes, it's very, very refreshing.

I'm not going to ask why I can hear the sounds of nature so well when I'm indoors.

It's because I'm a wise man anyway.

The third day is about to begin, and it's only been that long, but it's been a very intense two days.

I want to settle down soon.

No, but I still have things to do, so it won't be able to for a while.

I stare at the ceiling and try to sort it out.

First of all, I need to organize, review, and recalculate my documents.

Now that I'm recalculating, when I'm done, I'll probably check the policies that the Wersteins have put out.

I'll try to fix what I can in secret.

I'll organize the paperwork while I'm reviewing and recalculating.

Simultaneous progress is important, isn't it?

After that, I guess I'll have to check my common sense and implement my knowledge

No, but should I do this in a hurry?

I feel like I should go to the study and do it in between my paperwork, just to relax.

It can’t be helped, let’s work hard.

After that, I think I need to go on a trip to greet people.

Nainly to my old acquaintances who have probably been worrying me. I'll refer to any good policies I find on my way there.

After that, I need to make arrangements to return to the main residence in the territory, right?

Do I have to greet the king or something before that?

He's my boss, so I guess so.

I'll have to apply for an audience, I guess...

…… Ah, and.

I've got a lot of things I need to do.

I want to relax... I want to take it easy, relax, laze around, whatever... I just want some space.

I'm tired of working so hard-.

Although I have no physical fatigue-.

Well, no matter how much I lament about it, the current situation won't change.

......... Well, okay, first I have to take care of the paperwork and stuff!

I have to do it, but something like it’s too much so I don’t want to finish it, I don’t really get it but I have to work hard damnit.

I really need to think of a way to release the stress. As soon as possible.

As I thought so, the butler came over, and just like yesterday morning, I was carefully made to change into nobleman's clothing and gotten ready for the day.

Alright! I wonder what's for breakfast today!

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AN: Please be assured that it is basically only available as fiction.

But I want to make Hentai sometime in the future.

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[1] : ヤレヤレ(Yareyare) - Like yare yare daze, no, okay, I’ll stop. It’s a Japanese Interjection actually, it has no fixed translation, it can mean Just great/Give me a break/Damn/Oh great/Oh no/Oh, man. Basically the meaning is pretty much dependent in the context.

[2] : 彼は何処か達観したような(Kare wa doko ka takkan shita yōna) - as if looking somewhere; Like you know how characters sometimes look at some random direction and like their flashback starts, that kind of thing.

[3] : 主(Omo) - a lord, someone you work for/serve

[4] : 一目惚れ(Hitomebore) - usually used for fallen in love at first sight, but it actually doesn’t specify love, so it can be used to express fallen for someone’s abilities or such, so it’s also used as a sign of respect at first sight.

[5] : ナナシ(Nanashi) - no name

[6] : チラ(chira) - SFX for glancing at something.

[7] : クルィーサ(Kuru~īsa)

[8] : シンザ(Shinza)

[9] : ご主人様(goshujinsama) is used here, you know it’s the one you usually hear maids saying.

[10] : 隠密さん(Onmitsu-san), 隠密(Onmitsu means secret/spy/detective)

[11] : 旦那サマ(Dan’na-sama) is used here, which is what the others, for example Alfred uses, previously he was using 旦那(Dan’na) they basically mean the same thing which is sir/master/owner/husband. サマ(Sama) is used to address people/groups/greetings in business and clientele context, it’s a more respectful version of san.