The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"What do you say? Doesn't it hurt anymore?

"Oh, um... sorry, I can't hear you..."

"I can't hear you... other than the wound, is it a curse? Yes, I can hear you."

"Oh... oh, thank you, Mr. Algiers!

Oswald, while flirting, has bowed his head here.

Lost blood doesn't return any time soon. The healing magic that heals trauma is because it "blocks the wound, temporarily increases the ability to produce blood, and regenerates lost areas".

In a minute or two, there will be more blood, but until then, it will be a little frazzling, as it is now.

Cut off cow ears are growing little by little, too. Is this going to take you five minutes to fully recover?

It takes a few minutes to heal a major injury, a major illness, or a strong curse. Even if it is a high level of healing magic.

Because of this, the energy to create blood and missing areas is covered by this magic.

Try to touch his body gently to see if there are any other abnormalities.

There's blood on my hands, but that's already spilled, and there's no new bleeding. Yeah, it's perfectly healed.

... Now, what shall we do with the other one?

I was fighting Oswald - more of a one-sided opponent.

Feels like I saw a girl...... 16 years old, maybe. You look just a little more like your sister than I look right now.

She stopped the attack and took a distance the moment I broke in. That's quite a distance, too. Probably on guard over here.

I wanted you to go straight home because it's a pain in the ass, but you can't seem to say that.

Even for me, it's just a little heartbreaking considering that if I leave the woods like this, Oswald will be dismantled and grilled.

As much as I can feel it even at a distance, I smell terribly dark blood from the other person's body. It's not just Oswald's blood. A lot more blood.

Somehow, but as I was sniffing, I figured out who the old blood smell was.

... It smells like someone who's killing a lot.

That's probably the person in front of me. I guess the scent of the blood of many creatures is creeping out and unable to take it.

I'm not a poacher. A poacher hired a caution stick or something.

I can still smell a few minutes of humans from the back of the woods, so I'm sure. You're here to eliminate the guardians of the woods first.

The opponent looked at this one as he rambled his shorter dark hair. Amber eyes capture me. For once, to be worthy.

"... it's fast"

"Fast, is it?

"It's fast but unforgivable. I can't believe you showed up all of a sudden... hey, just a little, didn't you see?

"Um..."

"There's no way there's a faster guy in this world than me!? Shake it!"

I wanted to get this over with as much as possible, but apparently she's the type of person who doesn't like to talk to people.

At ease, the target shook for just a moment. No, maybe "braced" is right.

In the next moment, the opponent appeared on my side.

... Sure, that's fast.

I just have to say. That's the honest feeling.

It's not just fast. The opponent is "making a virtual statue and moving".

By the time their appearance was blurred, they were already off the spot. The only thing that looks like a brace is probably some kind of magic that leaves you on the spot. Is it like a hologram?

What you're doing is pretty easy. Step back once you've created the statue. Then he ran to sew between the trees and came this way.

Everything I've been doing until earlier is the same. I'm just saying that Oswald did all that movement so fast that he couldn't react.

Move silently and fast while the target is distracted by the remnants. That's the tactic.

"Flow!

It was the knife they set up.

There was obviously something about the knife. That's the only obvious difference in air flow.

Perhaps wind-based magic. I guess I'm manipulating the wind to make something like an invisible blade.

... you restrain yourself from being fast.

So I don't have anything. I don't even care about weapons.

Make it supreme to move your luggage as fast as possible by reducing the wasted weight to the extreme - that sort of thing?

Her irregular body looks great for moving fast. I can't say much about people.

The outfit is also terribly light. Clothes made of black cloth-like material, casual to even look at everyday wear.

If you insist on having luggage, maybe a black bracelet filled in both wrists. The shape is simple, but it has a strange crested design.

And a handknife with a literal cleavage of a knife approached my neck.

……

"Does it hurt?"

... a little overpowered though, huh?

My response is simple. I just took the knife I've been waving at my neck.

If you hold it as it is, speed has nothing to do with it. Because as long as you grab it, they can't keep their distance.

"Hey, what-- what--!?

"Maybe it's your magic."

"I'll kill you!

"You really don't listen to me."

I tried to teach you that I don't think your magic can break through my magic tolerance. It's been ignored.

The only reason I wasn't damaged was because I was so resistant to magic that I didn't get scratched by the magic of her wind. That's all we're talking about.

The attack that has been unleashed has become just a little girl's chop.

I don't even know that, or "I don't know" because I don't listen, the other person releases the other knife on my wrist without punishing me for grabbing my hand.

"Flow!!

Attack at such a speed that even the atmosphere is likely to be left behind.

Naturally, it contained an invisible force that should also be called the blade of the wind. Perhaps the curse is a blow.

"Yes, I'm sorry"

"Oh, what!? Hey, hey!?

Take it with the other hand. Now I've got him completely.

Her attacks don't make sense because she also has maximum curse tolerance. My resistance is such that if I had a low level of magic or curse, I would have misted it the moment I touched my body.

The opponent tries to get out somehow. That resistance includes kicking and head poking as well as arm swinging, but it gets gently bulky.

"Hey, but what happened...!?

"Simply faster than you."

"Better than me... Faster no!?

"Because it's true."

Sure, the other guy is fast. Probably still faster than Mr. Neguseau.

... I'm faster.

"Rapidity" of physical ability. The status I decided to play polar.

This is not a simple indication of foot speed. It refers to all abilities related to "velocity" such as the hand, reflex nerve, and motion vision.

In other words, the higher you are, the quicker you can do any action or reaction. Including dealing with the other person.

Exactly. I don't see everything in the world all the time in a slow way - but if I concentrate on consciousness, it also looks like that.

I could've stopped Mr. Fernote from self-inflicting wounds if his surroundings were always looking slower, but if he was in slow motion all around him, it would seem hard to live.

I could see all the other guy's actions so far. Before Oswald and I broke in between her, everything.

Even if you are resisted in the state you are catching, it is easy to handle because it is too late.

Because I'm stronger, I can hold you down even if you're sued by my arm.

I hope you don't break out because it's so hard. I'm already fighting. I'm tired of concentrating. I want to stop and sleep fast.

"Blood Arms." "Rope" "

"Hih...!?

"Tie me up"

When I checked earlier to see if Oswald was hurt, I would turn his blood on my palm into what I said it was.

A bunch of yarns made of blood and braided slowly restrain her.

Naturally I would be resisted, but I suppressed all of that and rolled my whole body around. Like I did to Oswald, I wind up carefully.

After that, continue the rope manipulation and fly the rope to a branch high in the nearby tree.

All you have to do is pull it up, and the human hanging thing is all done.

"Ku, fuck! Get him down! Get him down!

"Yes, I got you. Er... Tsubetsu, Mr. Chop."

"Who's wearing pepper chops!?

"... peppercorn chops?

"Shit!!

Um, because you have a bad mouth, do you say "curse me" or something? Well, either is fine.

Ning Ro, whatever you say, you're going to be angry with me. Heh, funny.

"What a nigga! Get him down!!

... the smell of humans is going away.

From afar, I guess he was asking how things were going over here in some way. After all, does this kid feel like an escort or a cleaner?

"Mr. Algiers, are you okay!?

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Looks like Mr. Poacher's still over there.

…… I'm going!!

Oswald ran away with a subtle mixture of vegetables in the tension. They're working with the birds in the woods, too, and there's a trap. I'll take care of the rest, won't I?

"I'm sorry to ignore you! I wish I could get him down!!

Now, Mr. Tsubaki-san... Mr. Tsubaki-san? I don't know what to do with that thing over there.

Just a little more out of sight for now and pretend you haven't noticed. Oops.