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Writer's pictureMelkiresha Zenon

Resurrection of Duke Werstein ~ I Didn’t Hear Anything About Being A Middle-aged Man ~ 55

Updated: Sep 28, 2021

//Melki: Multiple pronouns are used to refer to the doctor in different situations. Here I will use she so long as they are in this female version, as our MC refers to the body/physical features as presented a lot.

 




Being able to know the truth, no matter how hard or painful it may be, is much better than remaining ignorant of it.

If one doesn't know, they do not even think a millimeter about what to do.


They don't even realize how important it is.


That's why I act in order to know.

I don't care if it's ego or hypocrisy.


It is much more sinful to remain ignorant.


I was running away.

I couldn't face the reality, so I pretended not to see it for a long time.


I don't think that's a bad thing.


I have nothing but bitter, sad, and unfulfilling feelings, but that's normal.

Sometimes I remember, and I will cry again.


But what does that matter?


Augusto-san is not coming back, and I can't go back either.


Nothing will change in reality.


If I don't take action, nothing will happen.


I mean, this kind of negativity is not in my nature, I'm not an idiot.

Ah, I'm an idiot, I forgot.


Inhale and exhale, as usual.

Then I changed my state of mind, like I do when I'm acting.


"…… Now, back to it, is there any safe way to heal mother?”

"Oh, dear, I thought Sir had changed the subject."


"I'm sorry about that."


When I apologized honestly, the doctor laughed cheerfully as if it was nothing, and then got up from the couch with an old-fashioned come on.


“Its fine, was it a safe way, of course there is one.


The way she brushed a strand of hair off her shoulder with her hand made her look like a foreign actress or even a top model.

With a fearless smile, the doctor crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes thinly, and began to speak confidently.


"But the problem is that it is also an impractical method."

"...... Let's hear it for a moment."


I wondered what it would be like for a doctor to confidently talk about unrealistic methods, but I lightly straightened my posture and got into a listening position.


You have to ask before you judge, right?

I don’t know what it was exactly, but something like that.


Anyway, I can't do that.


Putting aside my own stupidity, I decided to listen to what the doctor had to say because it was important.


Then the doctor opened his mouth with a serious face.


"First, I'm going to invoke an angel."


…… Uhm, uhm?


"Then, I'll invoke the devil."


Eh, ah, uhm, eh?


"Then you can ask them to save your mother's life."


I don't know what to say, there are so many things to say.

What a stupid way to treat her.


"Demons will grant you any wish as long as you make a contract to give up your soul.

Angels will grant wishes with protection as long as they are pure wishes.

If you make a good wish, your mother's illness will be cured without incident."


No, it's more like, in fantasy, are there really angels and demons?

Eh? I have no idea what they are, but what do they basically do?


I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to understand it if I ask, so I'll just go leave it.


"............ Is that really safe?"


"Well, the mother will be cured, but I don't know what will happen to Sir."


It's no good.


No, it's not a cure, it's probably something else.

I don't see any specific examples at all, but I'm sure it's something else.


"It's out of the question. Isn't there a better way?"


"Hmmm, that would be a very crude way. We could make a potion called an elixir."


Does that mean I have to develop a potion?

What a surprisingly decent method compared to what I've seen so far.

That's good, that's good, that's somewhat of a relief.


"But you'll need a human heart as an ingredient."


No impossible impossible impossible impossible impossible impossible


I take back what I said before, what kind of method is that, you idiot?


What heart? That heart?

It's completely impossible, no matter what you think.


I don't know if this is the right way to use this four-character¹ something, but since I don't know, forget it.


“There’s no decent way"


"This is why it is so difficult to cure Schyentia Karsus."


The doctor who shrugged their shoulders a little exaggeratedly, made a huge smug face the next moment.


"Well, unless we are wise men, that is!"


Bachikon²! I was deeply annoyed by the doctor's words, which were said with a wink that almost had a sound effect expressing the words I'm sorry, but I can't help it, can I?


Hmm? What do you mean?


"With two wise men, there's almost nothing you can't do!"


Hey.


"But a mere elixir won't cure you completely, what you need is a top-grade potion called the Last Elixir."


I'm sorry, I don't really know how much that is, but it's a really effective potion, right? It's good, right? I don't know.


"It is said to have the power to restore even the dead, but it has only appeared in folklore.

I've never even seen it before, so what we need to do is find a recipe for it."


Ehhhh ......, what's with that ...... sounds shady, does this medicine really exist?

Is it okay? Is it legal? It's awesome, isn't that dangerous? It's dangerous, right?


“If there is this medicine, [she] will be cured?"


"I'd have to open up the head and do some research before I could use that medicine though."

"............ Hmm, but that's only if there's a foreign object in the head, isn't it?"


I'm not sure why I have to go to all that dangerous trouble, but I feel like if I can do it, I should do it.


"No, there's no way to tell if there's a foreign body or not without actually seeing it.

I've written in Sir's mother's medical record that it could be psychosomatic, but we haven't found out what the original cause is yet.

If there is nothing, there is no problem to use it, but if there is a foreign substance present, it is expected to help it grow.

In other words, it will make it worse."

“Then why don't we just scan it?"


After I said it as a matter of course, I saw the surprised look on the doctor's face, like a pigeon with a gun, or something like that.


"...... Sukiyan?³ What's that? From the sound of it, it doesn't sound like it’s an appraisal exactly."


No, wait, wait, wait, wait, there's magic like that, isn't there?

Eh, this person is a doctor, right? You didn't think of it?


…… Ehh-, I hate to say that kind of thing since its uselessly pompous .......

What's this again? Mammoth ...... position ......, no that’s definetly not it

You have to do something like this for this, .......

Eh ...... No way ...... What a pain in the ass .......


It's a pain in the deepest part of the soul, but it's kind of annoying when people look at you with that unnecessary glitter in their eyes.

I don’t really get it, but seems I have to do it.

I really don’t want to, but seems I have to do it.


I couldn't let out a sigh, so I opened my mouth with all the effort I could muster in my heart and a serious face on the outside, not thinking about any of that.


"The principle is simply to direct a harmless amount of magic power into the human body and use the reflection to determine what's there.

If you do this right, you can see through the skeleton, internal organs, blood, blood vessels and muscles."


"Whoa! That's interesting, if you can do that, you can easily find a shard of glass or something that's stuck in you!"


They gestured exaggeratedly at my explanation and looked pleased, well, delighted, anyway. ...... Something like that means the same thing, right? It's a bit of a pain in the ass.

As I looked at the doctor who was so happy, suddenly the doctor huffed as if they noticed something and began to ponder placing a hand on their chin.


“Hmm? Well, I see! I can figure out what's going on with the disease, and even what's causing it, without having to cut it open to check! How wonderful! How wonderful, Augusto Werstein! Where the hell did you get that idea?"


“I forgot."


I thought she was talking to herself, but apparently she was talking to me.

I'm not sure if this guy is a genius at keeping me from talking.


"Aaah! Why don't you just tell me! How narrow-minded you are!"

"Don't you think there's no point to wearing a woman's skin now?"

"Damn it!"


The teacher slams her fist into her own thigh in frustration, but I don't need her to say that, so please let it go.


"Your mother is more important than that, so let me get back to the point."


"It's no use, I'm afraid this magic requires some experimentation, which I don't think I'll be able to do any time soon, so I suppose the next step is for you to scan her and determine the pathogen."


Hmm?


"Wait, do I have to do this?"

"Of course. If the inventor can't do it, how can anyone else? I need you to do it in front of me so I can learn it."

"……. There’s one problem"


"What is it?"

"I've never used it on a living person before."


Even though it was silent, it seemed to echo a painful atmosphere that I couldn't quite figure out.

It may sound strange to say that it echoes in the atmosphere, but I personally don't have the vocabulary to describe it, so please give me an idea.


"............ I see, I see, everything is an experience, let's go!"


Not, come on, let's go! I said I've never done it before, so don't try to make me do it, what do you think other people's mothers is, you unidentifiable creature.

I mean, why do you have such glittering eyes full of expectation, I'll swear.


I don't know, maybe with Augusto-san's specs there's no reason he can't do it, but you know, using someone's mother as a test subject is just plain disgusting!

I don’t want to! Somehow I don’t want it!


"If I were to do it, your mother might explode and disperse, so I have no choice but to leave it to my apprentice, Sir."


“Leave it to me"


You've got to be kidding me.

If you say something like that there’s no way I can leave it to you. Are you stupid?












Paul Cherbourg, 41, a man with greenish-gray hair and eyes and a distinctive fox-like face.

He was born as the second son of a family that has been in the service of the Wersteins for generations, and was raised to be the assistant to his older brother, who is two years older.


He has an overly talented older brother who knows everything from one to twenty-five, and a beautiful and noble legitimate son of the Wersteins to serve.

Then there was the next head butler, who was like a younger brother to him by five years.


There was a time when he felt that he was too small and unnecessary to exist because of the excellence of those around him.

The one who saved him was Augusto VWrstein, the master he was supposed to serve.


He said that the more brilliant a person is, the more he takes on, and the more he becomes a burden, and that's why he needs someone who can see and admonish him.

And the words that you are the only one who can do that saved my heart.


It was not my overly talented older brother, my younger brother, or anyone else, but the words of my master that resonated with me.

He knew that he was incompetent, that he was just as troubled as he was, but that he was still moving forward nobly.


In the garden of the lord's mansion, right next to the back door leading to the outside, he was alone, covering his face with his hands, curling his thin back and lamenting.


"Why, sir?"


He was the only one among the brothers who knew the Lord's weakness.

Which was why he blamed himself for not being able to stop him.


Still, even after his wife died and he became a dark fool, he continued to believe in the Lord and waited.

He was sure that one day he would return.


"Why didn't you rely on me?"


That's why he was so sad.

He felt like he had been betrayed.


He couldn't admit that the Lord was dead, and that a stranger, whom he didn't know, was living in the body of his beloved Lord.

He knew that he could not help it.


He just wasn't a good enough person to allow it to happen, like his brilliant brother.


"Paul Cherbourg, I presume."


I looked up at the voice I suddenly heard.

He had a smelly smile plastered on his face, as if it was his imagination, as if he was the one who had just let out a weak voice.


When I turned around, I saw a man with golden brown hair and a dirty cloak standing there, looking like a townsman.

Behind him, a door leading to the outside of the premises was somehow thinly opened.


"......, who are you?"

"I'm Father's messenger, and I'd like to see Ernest Cherbourg."


The reply came back in a manner so arrogant that it could be called rude.


As he confronted the man alone, he realized what was going on.


The entrance to the lord's mansion is always manned by a pair of servants and soldiers.

If that had been breached, it meant that the innocent servants and soldiers had been eliminated, or perhaps.


Or perhaps the two were unnecessary members of the Wersteins' family, who would abandon their duties for a bribe.


From the fact that he was mentioned by name, it was safe to assume that the man had been told by someone that he was currently in this place.

So, there must be others who are helping him.


In spite of his calm contemplation inside, his smile was foxy and his posture was flirtatious and low.

What came out of his throat was a sweet, sickening catcall.


“Ernest-sama is a busy man, let me take care of your business first."

"No, I'll speak to him directly."


"I'm Ernest's secretary, I can't have him meeting with someone who isn't scheduled."

“A secretary doesn't mean anything!! Don't make me repeat it!!"


His expression, demeanor, and even the tone of his voice did not change even in the face of the angry little man with the raised voice.


"Don't be so sure, Ernest-sama is a cautious man despite his size, so I'm sure he'll listen if I tell him."


The way he says and does things while tilting his head loosely is so suspicious that any one in ten people would declare that he smells fishy, but whether he is aware of it or not, he doesn't seem to care at all from the outside.


"And you see, the more people who cooperate, the better, right?"


The man understood that he could not trust the suspicious man in front of him at all, but he hesitated because the words he was told were very convincing.


"............ What the hell do you want?"


"There is no such thing as hope! I'm also worried about the current situation of this territory."


"...... I don't know, maybe you just want a taste of the good life."

"That's harsh! But if there's anything I can do to help, I'll do my best, because I'm willing to die for it."


His face was twisted into a grimace as he assured the man.


 

A/n: Thank you for reading!

Have a Happy New Year everyone!!

 
 

[1] : Talking about the elixir, which written Japanese is composed of 4 characters:

エリクサ(Erikusā)


[2] : SFX for winking


[3] : trying to say scan

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