The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"- Mr. Alger? Mr. Alger. Wake up."

"Huh?

I honestly woke up because I was woken up.

When you get up rubbing your sleepy eyes, the view from the hole in the ceiling is the starry sky. What are we going to do about this cabin, on a rainy day?

"Was it still night"

"It's already night. You sleep well."

"Eh heh, not so much"

"I didn't praise you!? And why is my voice only happy and my face is true!?

"It's a vampire stunt."

"Oh, really? It's amazing."

Even with her subtle face, Kuzha looks convinced.

Um, at a point where I believe such lies lightly, this kid is absolutely chocolate, isn't he?

I don't feel very stiff because I slept on the fluffy straw (straw), but once I stretched, I felt the mood change, so I stretched as usual. Yeah, refreshing.

"Mr. Alger, before! It was before!

"Funya? Whoo-hoo, sorry."

I hear the blanket that was twirling fell off. Kuzha pointed it out to me, so I rewove my feathers.

Nothing, I don't care, but it's rude to make them care.

If you trace it back, the cause feels like the other way around, and I don't know if anyone who has just hit a naked person with a flame or a breeze cares.

When I wrapped the blanket around my body and got off the straw, there were two plates, arranged on the ground.

"What is it, this"

What I thought would be the word as it were. As much as I would, I didn't really understand what was in front of me.

The plate itself is a so-called soup dish, flat and round, with a slightly deeper bottom. What I don't really understand is what's on top of it.

Obviously it's hard to say soup. The color is yellowish white and looks sticky. Something like that was stuffed on a plate.

The smell that reaches the sense of smell is unpleasant as sweet and sour.

... Rotten Itch?

I can only say yes. No matter how you look at this, it's hard to say what you eat. Worse than dog bait.

Kuzha sat in front of the plate, hands together. Keep your fox-colored hair hanging and bow deeply,

"I'll take it."

"Wait"

In an almost reflexive motion, I take the plate away from her.

I'm just going to bloodbox something that's not going to lose the food on my plate. Probably erased it from the other plate, which is my share as well.

"... Mr. Alger?

Kuzha looks strange and looks at me.

I'm sorry I was about to eat, but I think you're right to stop now.

... Exactly, this breaks my stomach.

Eating something that you can't even call food like this is not good.

It's like even being able to eat in front of you makes you feel bad. I think kids should be fed something fresher and more nutritious.

Perhaps she eats something like this on a daily basis, but still couldn't overlook it.

"... it was a treat. Is this rice from the lord?

"Yeah, yeah. This is what Mr. Alger gave me while he was asleep. Well, I'm sorry to say it's not very tasty... but did you eat it?

"Yes, vampires can eat rice from their hands."

"Is that right!?

"It is. You can eat it from your elbows."

"Shh, that's amazing......!

Yeah, I mean it, I believe it. It's kind of funny, so let's leave it uncensored. Glittering cat eyes, no, fox eyes are adorable.

Remove some nuts and fruits from the bloodbox and give them to Kuzha.

You'd rather have something like this. Food or not. Much better than eating something suspicious.

"I apologize for eating. Go ahead."

"... is that okay? Really?"

"Yes, I apologize."

"... thank you very much"

Lower your little head deeper than when you said "I'll have it," Kuzha starts eating nuts. Exactly. The intention seems to be conveyed.

I don't have to pick a meal for a few days, and I still have room for food.

Neguseau doesn't seem to be eating the grass growing around there at the moment either, so it's not a huge consumption of as much as a child's meal.

Wait for Kuzha to finish eating, then I'll make up the words.

"Kuzha, are you satisfied with your current treatment?

"What is it?

"Stay away from your mother, stay here alone, and the rice is like it is now. Isn't it hard or something?

"... my mother has done a fine job. There's no way I'm gonna make a weak noise."

"Really...... don't you miss me?

"... just a little. I haven't seen him in a few months. Always in the form of a legend. At first sight, I met my mother and said I was working very hard… I would like to report it in my own words."

I thought the lord and parents were terrible, but listening to Kuzha in detail, I've been wondering if maybe things are different.

... Parents, too?

If parents as well as children are susceptible to deception, the current state is somewhat convincing.

I'm not saying that parents will never treat their children badly, because it's more likely that others will do harm to others.

When I dropped my gaze, an empty plate caught my eye. After I recovered the contents to the bloodbox, there was a vessel with nothing in it.

What was on the plate was never a decent meal, but it must have been the best hospitality for her.

"Excuse me, Kuzha. You're coming out a little bit."

"Huh? Which way are you going?

"I'm hungry, so hit the wind. If it's late, you can sleep first."

Don't wait for Kuzha to respond, I'll get up and head for the exit.

No longer acting as a door, pushing a plate of hollow trees, going outside.

"Do you want to go now?"

I slept well and picked a meal.

It would be better to exercise lightly and sleep slowly again.

Concentrate on your sense of smell and find a direction in which you can smell humans. It's probably a small village because I don't smell as much as Arlesha does.

Storing the blanket in a bloodbox, I turned myself into a bat.

... because this is one thing to be grateful for.

It was never like being served could be called a meal, but that's not the problem there.

It's important how I feel about them. That was a huge debt to me.

Meet her mother, make sure she's sincere, and bring her in if it's possible.

Let's give back as much as we can after exercise.

With the wings of the bat, I flew. The least cumbersome distance, in a straight line.