The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Hmm...?

I woke up from sleep because I was inspired by my sense of smell.

It smells sweet. The soft sweetness of the milk, not the strong sweetness of the sugar.

When I opened my eyes to be invited by the smell, the view opened.

No matter how many times I wake up from sleep, I feel happy for this moment.

... I didn't think you could see it anymore.

In the past, vision lost by battle. I still can't believe it's back.

I can't even think about "what if I wake up tomorrow and I'm out of sight" without the pattern, so much so that I think about it before I sleep every day.

That's about it, the world I saw again was overflowing with color and beautiful.

And now, that beautiful world has white. The white poured into the dish was liquid, and it was sticky when I snapped it with a spoon on the side.

"Is this...?

"Oh, you're up"

"... Algiers?

A silver-haired girl shows her face from the cooking area.

Argent Van Peel, the girl I was supposed to live with for a while.

Brilliant silver hair, red eyes like blood. A beautiful girl who woke up just watching, a benefactor who brought back my light.

When she smiles with her red eyes in the shape of a bow, she speaks to this one.

"Good morning, Mr. Fernote"

Besides, she's even cute to the voice. As the same woman, she's a creature who's losing a little confidence watching.

"Yeah, yeah, good morning... Um, Algiers, is this...?

This, of course, is the white thing in front of me right now.

Looks like dark eyed soup from what I've seen, although it smells pretty good......

"It's stew."

"Stew......?

"Woohoo, I don't know if it's over here...... uh, it's a soup made of milk and butter"

"... kind of, though it's drooling"

"It's thickened with flour and potatoes."

There is no stray in Algiers' response. I mean, I guess it's really a decent dish...

... This kid made it, didn't he?

Honestly, I'm a little scared.

I've never seen her cook a meal since we met until today, and she's lazy enough to publicly declare she's looking for someone to feed her with a three-meal nap.

I wonder how that alger can cook... I just have it as knowledge, didn't I make it appropriately...

That's my concern. Algiers walked over here in casual footsteps. When she gets to this side, she takes the spoon I sank ahead of her,

"Phew, phew... yes, go ahead"

"Go ahead."

"It's a taste. Try it and you'll find out what it is."

When you're offered a spoon with a smile on your face, there's nothing more you can do.

... have it healed if you have a stomachache.

The cooking arm is unknown, but the healing magic arm is origami. Perhaps even looking around the world, she's the only one with ten skill levels in restorative magic.

Once, I took a closer look at her work. I even had a piece of my lost body back on track. That has reached the realm of "regeneration" rather than recovery.

If I had that much power, it would be more rumours, and no country would leave her alone, and I've never even heard rumors about her by name before. What the hell is this all about?

She has many mysteries, including around there. All I know is that I like to take a nap anyway and vampires who are quite a hassle and the light of day is fine.

One of those mysterious cohabitant mysteries full of mystery is trying to solve it now......

"Mmm..."

When I gave up and opened my mouth, warm liquid poured in.

It's a thick soup that soaks up the entire tongue. I know the taste is still milk's, sweet stuff. For a flavor that stimulates the sense of smell, a slight aroma of butter.

Intense but strangely it comes in to stain my body and I don't feel persistent. The aftertaste is gentle, creamy sweet and relieved.

The remaining grain of potatoes on the tongue is rough, but leaves it long and sweet. The grains are also flushed by the saliva gushed by the sweetness and then disappear.

"... delicious, wow"

Surprisingly so, too. Hard to believe, but Algiers seems to be able to cook.

There's no good knowing that I'm anxious on my own and reassured on my own. Smile satisfied with my ratings,

"Eh heh, good"

... cute.

I wonder what you're thinking while I'm at it. But Algiers is really cute.

Especially octagonal teeth. I can see it a little bit when I laugh, which I find very fascinating. You can bite me, enough to think about that.

And you smile all of a sudden even though you always seem to sleep without expression. That's sloppy. It's a good place to strike surprises.

... I thought it was normal.

The workplace where I was was was full of women, and because of that, women were with each other... I myself have been invited or confessed.

I couldn't move my mind then, but I know what it's like to be the kids who have confessed to me watching Algiers. Algiers are so cute that the common sense I've had changes from the ground up.

"It's delicious to eat with bread. It's time to cook, so please wait a little longer."

"... you, can you even bake bread?

"Yeah, today's is a little simple, I bake it in a frying pan...... I make it from the dough properly. And I cleaned the kitchen lightly."

"Huh!?

Now I was just surprised to speak up.

I got up in a hurry, checked the kitchen in a hurry - stunned.

... What is this, not prettier than I clean!?

Obviously not to the extent that I cleaned it lightly. Like when I just bought this house, it's shiny over there and over here.

The floors, walls and ceilings are spotless and even the cookware is found to be polished.

To so much beauty, my mouth was accidentally half-opened. From what I see now, I would look like an idiot.

"Hey, this..."

"Didn't you like it? I haven't changed the arrangement of cooking utensils and seasonings..."

"Hey, hey Alger!? You, did you have so much chores!?

"Oh, yes. What's that?

"'Cause you're always sleeping...!

"Sure, I'm always asleep, like a figurine of no avail."

"I didn't say that much!?

No, it's this kid's pace again.

Algiers are unique or totally proprietary tense, and talking can crush this topic. Now it's the flow.

I don't normally mind that, but I want to keep this properly clear. I thought I could solve her mystery, but this is enough to deepen it.

Not that it matters, but if you don't know why this self-depraved kid can make it this far, you can't sleep at night because you care.

"How can you do so much chores...? You want to have a life where you can have a three-meal nap and a snack and even take a nap? Then you don't need the skill of a chore."

"It's not, is it?

"... it just seems to me so"

'Cause you will. That skill should not be necessary for the person on the feeding side.

Alger opens the lid he was wearing on the frying pan and answers these words as he serves the freshly baked bread on a plate.

"I don't have anyone to feed me at the moment, so I thought I'd be able to live properly until then. And, you know, sometimes people who feed you want to take a break, or they're not feeling well, right? That's when I remember all the chores."

When they said it, I finally figured out what Alger meant by "not so".

She wants to stay alive until "someone who can feed her with a three-meal nap snack" shows up, and sometimes even work to live on that person all the time afterwards.

I mean, I guess what Algiers calls "the one who feeds" will be important to Algiers, not just slaves.

The truth is that even Algiers are willing to support their opponents, even though they want to be kept alive by themselves, and they have a good mastery of what they need to do so.

Alger said he wanted to be "fed," a different idea than I thought.

"... that effort, why can't it be directed more upright"

If this is all you can do, you can even live seriously......

I had a strange headache in the reality that I had iced the mystery but couldn't understand it.

I mean, the rice was really good that day. Honestly, it was better done than what I make, and Algiers even baked me cookies after dinner, but I didn't interpret it kind of badly.