The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Got it."

"Huh?

I didn't even have time to stop it.

Mr. Fernote pulled his dagger out of his nostrils as he replied briefly, without hesitation slitting his own wrist.

Without precipitation, it's a precise move. Self injuries in casual movements, as if even tea were brewed.

Keep the empty teacup - you brought it as a spare - and pour your own blood on it. While I was being distracted, there was more and more blood in the cup.

"- No, no, no, no. What are you doing, you?"

"No, because Algiers wants to drink blood..."

"I said I wanted a drink, but that's a little excessive"

Having a dagger doesn't deserve any surprise.

It's a different world with bandits wandering around, as a matter of course, and some demons blind their opponents. What a vampire I am. If it's a world like that, we should all have something to protect ourselves from.

I just don't deserve to cut my own wrist without any suspicion or hesitation.

Blood is important to creatures. In adult men, you lose roughly two liters of blood and you die. She's a woman's person, so there's less lethality.

Besides, blood is not something to drink. If you insist, it's what you use for blood transfusions.

Losing blood is dangerous, and drinking blood is clearly a strange person. It would be normal to have as much disgust about it.

"Look, get your hands on it. Oh already, so deep... you're a girl, so take care of yourself more. It hurts. It hurts."

As far as I'm concerned, I'm glad she cut the tip of her finger lightly enough to get the drip. If I get this far, I'll feel sorry for you this time.

Healing magic blocks the wound properly. Because of its high skill level, it is a highly healing magic that also enhances the ability of the body to produce blood. I won't leave you with one scratch, and I won't make you unwell.

Of course, I didn't do a well-dressed chant or name it. 'Cause it's a hassle.

Mr. Fernote stared at the area where I had healed the injury for a while, and he looked somewhere blurred.

"Really awesome... oh, this is my blood"

"... both"

There was a good amount of blood in the cup I received. Yeah, I don't care what you think. Too much in.

I wouldn't die just as much as I lost a cup of blood in my teacup...... not at all.

... Well, you don't have any body.

It's a lot more than I thought, but it's what I asked for. It would be weird to shy away now.

What I feel from the cup is a fragrance similar to the iron characteristic of the blood. Yet it feels so sweet that my throat is unusually thirsty.

Impulse I've been deluding. I just whirled that was what I was waiting for, proof that I was losing control.

"Mmm..."

The act of drinking people's blood.

You can't say it's very common sense, but you do it naturally. It's common sense for vampires, because my body has been waiting for this.

The blood in my mouth is sweet, and a much more intense scent runs through my nose to my brain than when I was sniffing.

of body temperature yet...... fluid that remains the warmth of life falls through my throat and into my stomach. I felt the warmth seep all over my body from the back of my stomach, from the inside of my body, and my skin popped.

... Bye, this could suck...

Much better than savoury aged dried meat or fresh fish sashimi.

It fills my mind as well as my body. The feeling of happiness is going to burn my brain. Naturally, my breath gets hot.

"Mm, ku... ha, uh..."

Drink up to the last drop and also lick the blood on your lips. After all, sweet.

My thirst is gone like a lie and I feel refreshed. Now again, I think I'll be able to sleep for a few days or so. There's a bed, too, and I'd like to do that now, if I could.

"Phew..."

At the same time as I calmed down, Brad Reading's ability was activated. Apparently, drinking blood has led me to read Mr. Fernote's information on my own.

Brad Reading with the greatest skill level reads their thoughts and even their past. I thought it was just that rude, so I consciously cut the reading where I got the info on her status.

Activation is automatic, but I appreciate that I have discretion to adjust how far I go. Because it doesn't violate their privacy, and they're not interested in their past in the first place.

I've already seen the status, so I can't help it. By the way, here's her status.

Name: Fernote Lyria

Race: Human

Physical Ability: Balance

Skills acquisition

Swordsmanship 6

Holy Magic 6

Magic Sword 3

Recovery Magic 4

Tool appraisal 3

Dark Attribute Resistance 3

Holy Attribute Resistance 2

... Do you feel like a magic swordsman who can also recover?

The number next to the skill name is the skill level, with a maximum value of 10. My kind of Kanst refers to these ten things.

It feels halfway when it comes to 10 being the biggest and swordsmanship skill 6, but the movement dealing with daggers was a very familiar one, so she could consider it hands-on enough.

With that in mind, I give her back the cup.

"Thank you for the treat."

"Well, take your place..."

- We've had enough. Weaponize me.

I told you it was a treat.

I took control of Mr. Fernote, who appreciated the dagger's blade tip on his wrist with an awesome good smile, now before it was too late.

... What a shame you look like. It was an awesome hiatus, now.

"Yes... you know, Algiers"

"What is it?

"Who the hell is Algiers? I've never heard of a wizard so good at healing magic... even the best wizard in the country could not cure my eyes..."

"... is just a passing vampire."

"Kiku, the vampire?

"Yeah, I'm a vampire. Is it unusual?

"... a race with a small number of individuals, so it's rare, though.... Um, you're still high on sunshine, are you okay?

"I rather love the sun. You have ten skills in sun resistance."

"Ten!?

Oh, I knew you'd be surprised.

Naturally. Even the best wizard in the country couldn't cure Mr. Fernote's blindness. The fact that I was able to cure it means that the best wizard in the country did not have a 10 skill level in healing magic. Maximum skill level would be quite amazing.

"So, I can't believe you're a vampire walking under the sun... you're like a legend...!?

"Ha... but look, I'm real now. Unless you're a vampire, you don't drink blood, do you?

"Sure, only on vampires or some demons, though I'm not in the habit of drinking blood...... and no way healing magic!?

"Yes, that's level 10 too"

Mr. Fernote has the look of letting his mouth pound and seeing something incredible.

The truth is a good number of other skill sets are level 10, but this seems like a good idea to keep quiet. Whether we talk or not, come on. You'd better do less confusion on them.

"Who are you really...?

"Argent Van Peel. Well, it's time to say good night."

"What? Huh? Hey, hey Algiers!?

- The sheets are muddy and muddy. I hear something, but I'm tired already today, so let's go on tomorrow.

Ignoring Mr. Fernote, who screamed in his ear, I dived into my fluffy bed for the first time in a week.

... Mm-hmm. ♪

I ate some delicious sashimi and drank some really delicious blood too. It's impossible not to take a nap with this, right?

When I finally got what I was really looking for, I literally traveled into my dreams with comfort.