The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Sorry for the inconvenience..."

"No, because that's fine if you understand."

Return the words appropriately to her, lowering her fox-colored head deeply, and look around.

... Horseshed?

It was a much lonely cabin that she brought me here to apologize.

Wooden, clearly unbuilt buildings for people to live in. There is nothing like conditioning, only straw (straw) stacked in the corner of the cabin.

There are holes all over the ceiling and walls, and it feels like wind and rain can go in all you want.

Instead of a horse cabin, it was like a horse bait yard. It's also like it was no longer used long ago. I felt like I didn't have a private house around me, and I didn't live in a place I missed much.

Speaking of horses, Neguseau and I are acting differently now.

I have a blood contract, so if you need anything, I can ask you to come right away, because there's no room in the cabin for a horse.

It's a place where even the two little girls feel narrow, and we're across the street. Eventually, the opponent raised his head.

"My name is Kuzha."

"Kuzha, right? Got it. Algiers is good for me."

"I get it. So, um... I'd like to apologize to Mr. Alger for taking shape, not just words if I could... how far can you go to me now..."

"Hmm, is that right?"

From what I've seen, Kuzha looks poor. Clothes are worn out, and it's hard to say it's beautiful where you live.

The person is also saying "how far can you go" and it seems better not to expect it.

... you can't tell a little girl to feed you.

Anyway, I wouldn't want to parasitize into a little kid, if I were an adult.

A child is a being to be fed, and I wonder if it is a little something to be fed by a child.

The tone seems calm and not human, so maybe not as old as it looks... I didn't ask, and she looks like a girl (anyway). The slightly more presumptuous part also feels the immaturity of the spirit.

If you don't know your age, you just have to tell by the look and feel. And in me, so far, she's a little girl, so she's off the parasite.

Mr. Lorijij was a Lori voice, but obviously a parasitic candidate because he lived long enough in a godlike presence. That guy, no, God? Either way, but I wonder if you can still feed me.

Strongly, if there's anything I want right now, it's clothes, but as far as Kuzha's own outfit is concerned, it's hopeless. If you have clothes that you give people, you'll do something about yourself first.

So far I'm deluding myself by trying to weave a thin blanket, but I want to avoid being treated like a crazy woman again. Because it's hard.

"So far, you don't have anything I want... like clothes"

"Ugh... sorry..."

Yeah, I guess I can't.

In the first place, how could she live in a place like this?

I thought I'd ask, but if it's a long story, I'm going to get sleepy along the way, so I guess I'll stop.

"Actually, I'm here on instructions from someone... I think I can repay you even more, if it's true..."

I lowered my eyebrow butt and tail without force, and Kuzha starts talking in a rude way.

Before I heard it, I started talking about myself on my own. We need to be careful not to sleep.

"My mother is working with the lords of the villages ahead."

"... cooperation?

"Yes, I am counting on you to keep the neighborhood safe so that my lord and mother can spend the rest of their time without worries… exorcising demons"

"Hmm... even if your parents say you cooperate, what exactly is your lord doing?

"We hear it's a study of weapons that end the war with the Empire. The desolation of the land due to the war between empire and kingdom is no other personnel to us beasts either. My mother lived a fine life in this world."

"- Ahhh."

"Mr. Alger?

"No, it's nothing."

I shouldn't, I've been talking for a long time, so I got a flaw (yawn).

I'm sleepy, but I know that even a sleepy head obviously has her fooled.

... a fine parent would treat a child like this?

Borough hut, no decent clothes, even a collar.

Probably, I feel fooled. Kuzha, asshole...... no, I honestly do. I don't know about my parents.

Well, it doesn't matter to me. It's bothersome to intervene in disputes between countries or something.

Kuzha's story continued for a while, but I decided to listen appropriately. To sum up, it felt like "Mother works really hard on herself," so I don't have to remember it in detail.

"... that's why I can't leave here, and I don't have anything. Well, I hope there's still something I can do..."

"No. You don't have to worry about it."

He's a child who comes off parasitic targets, and things seem to be very serious. I don't expect an apology in the first place because I don't sneak to rely on it.

Nevertheless, they look so sorry. I mean, it might be a little more convincing on the other side to just get something for the shape. I wonder if there's anything...

"... ah"

There it is.

Just the right apology, right in front of you.

I pointed to what I found. [M] The other fox's ear moves so tightly that his gaze captures what my finger shows, and then he makes words.

"It seems comfortable sleeping with straw, so why don't you let me take a nap there? You can apologize."

"Eh."

"What's wrong?

"Oh, is that okay with you?

"That's a good idea. Can't you?

"Wow, I don't mind..."

"Goodnight, then"

With their approval, I decided not to hesitate to fall asleep.

Riding on straw (straw) just naked is going to sting my skin, so I fell asleep in a minotaur wrapped around my blanket. Um, it's fuzzy and not bad.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Alger...?

I'm saying something, but I've already got my consent, so I decided to ignore it and go to sleep.

If you trace it back, you're also in the way of a nap, so don't hesitate to sink your consciousness into your dreams.

I skipped thinking to Neguseau, "Take a nap, make it appropriate," and I began to devour my routine nap. Good night.