The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Yes, it hurts. It hurts."

Ten days have passed since I began healing people with healing magic. As always, I work in front of Mr. Fernote's house. [M]

The first three days or so were pretty free or easy.

I healed a grandmother who hurt her back or a boy who fell and rubbed her off, to the extent that she just got a little money. It was the service's intention to cure the child's injury, but my parents came all the way later to pay for it.

Since day four, there has been a sudden increase in customers. I guess it became a rumor, but I was surprised because "I used to interact with demons and I lost one arm" or "I was seriously ill and the doctor and wizard threw a spoon for another three months" and when I did, there were serious customers coming.

I thought it would be impossible for people to have just lost arms or even die now, but when I tried, my arms grew and my illness healed. Recovery magic is convenient. It's just not possible to revive the dead.

When I say, "You can have as much money as you want," because money is a hassle, most humans leave a lot of money in the face that God sees, I get quite rich at some point. When I tell Mr. Fernote about my current possession, he's rich enough to be blown tea. That was cold. My face.

Of course, some of them leave without paying anything because they say "as much," but if it's enough to be serious, that's how refreshing it is, so I don't care.

I'm saving quite a bit of money like that, but it doesn't change that I'm not going, so I'm thinking about staying here for a while now.

Sometimes Mr. Fernote provides me with blood, and this town is pretty easy for me to spend. It feels good to take a nap, and it might be a good idea to find someone to feed me here.

"Yes, it's over. It's good to exorcise demons, but don't die."

"Ah, thank you... that's the goddess!

"No, I'm not a goddess."

The hood is worn once, but if it gets hot, remove it, and if you use healing magic at close range, your face will be recognized just fine. I'm sorry I wasted Zeno-kun's care, but at some point I knew more than just my healing magic arm to my face.

That's how the rumors spread, and these days I've been called "Goddess of the Seawind" or "Silver-haired Angel" or "Genius Girl Wizard Vampy" as I like. Even though I have a proper name.

The person who has just healed seems to be one of those who calls me whatever he wants, and when he takes the money out of his wallet and gives it to me, he says, "I'll be back, goddess!," he said and skipped home. No, no, try not to take care of me. Were you listening?

It's a big day after day at the end of getting out to repeaters like this. Even after he leaves, there are still many people waiting in order.

Because of that, I didn't tell anyone in town that I was a vampire. Mr. Fernote told me to keep my mouth shut that no one else is a vampire because it stands out.

I have vampire-like teeth and some pointy ears, but nobody seemed to find out I was a vampire because of my grandeur under the sun.

"Hmmm...... I'll be done for today when five more people are cured, so please give priority to the seriously ill, right?

When I say it's over, I'm not depleted of magic. I'm just saying that I wanted to take a nap.

To be honest, I'd like to stop working right now, but I'd rather make money when I can than know when I'll find a parasite to feed me. As a compromise, there are five more to go today.

At times like this, it helps because everyone listens to me honestly. It's easy to work environmentally because you can rest when you want to.

Sometimes people complain, but the number of violence is great around people like that being knocked out of the waiting order instantly.

He quickly recovered the five men and returned to Mr. Fernote's house.

Her house is quite large on two floors. Apparently, Mr. Fernote bought it with money he made in the past. I guess I made a living hunting demons because the cause of blindness is fighting demons and they are skillfully combat based.

If I want to explore the area, I'll figure it out right in Blood Reading, but I'm not doing it because I'm not interested.

Proceeding down the hallway to the kitchen, Mr. Fernote was sitting on his chair. There's a set of tea at the table, so is it tea time?

"I'm home now, Mr. Fernote.... Mr. Fernote?

I haven't heard back from him when he talked to me. When I looked closely at him thinking it was strange, Mr. Fernote's eyelid was falling off.

Slow breathing is repeated and a large chest, dubbed "Boyne" in his first impression, is shallow and shaky as he breathes.

... is it a nap?

Sleeping while sitting still feels pretty good too, doesn't it? I get it. I get it.

I feel at ease unlike the bed and feel like I slept well in a short time. My body is a little stiff though.

"... it's bad to wake you up"

Mr. Fernote seems busy going out somewhere every day, so I guess he's tired.

I haven't heard what you're doing, but she's never been blind before. I guess things have come out that I can do with what I can see and what I have to do.

I love naps. [M] You can say you love me.

I know exactly how happy my nap is. So I wouldn't take such a happy time away from others.

... but in time, it's time to prepare the rice, right?

Every day, Mr. Fernote makes the rice for me. There are some things that depend on the menu, but sometimes it's so much time that it's not strange that it's already begun to look down...

"... I can't help it. Ah"

Seeing Mr. Fernote asleep looking good makes me feel that way.

Though I pay for it, they make delicious rice every day, so let's put them to sleep today or so.