The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

The first thing I did when I walked into the pantry and returned to my human form was to pinch my nose.

... The onions are tight.

The distinctive scent of leeks drifting from the massive onions caused a slight headache.

After becoming a vampire, his sense of smell has become quite sharp, and his nostrils are stronger with the skilled effect of strengthening his sense of smell.

Smells like I didn't care when I was a human, but now I'm estranged.

Onions can be eaten deliciously if they pass the fire, but I'm totally not comfortable with the unique smell that an uncooked onion has.

There seems to be other rice, flour, etc. stored in the food pantry, but I don't really understand the details because of the awful smell of leeks.

"Keho... this way"

The blocked nose overflows the solitaire slightly, while going to the back of the food pantry.

There was a staircase to the basement, just as there was no longer any need to hide it.

The walls around the stairs are unnatural somewhere. Even as the brick collapsed, it looks deliberately unplugged.

Guess what, this basement was built later. After the mansion was built, additional space was built by breaking down the food vault walls and digging holes. That's why it's an unnatural connection.

... Isn't this usually in your room?

This is a huge remodel. I'm pretty sure it was the lord himself who applied it. Why didn't you make an entrance to your room?

Whatever you see in front of you is a staircase to a secret basement. It is natural to build the entrance to these things so that you can get out of your room, normally.

Because it's better to be in your own room without anyone seeing you, and that's not the case with things like someone coming in on their own than having to go through a private room.

But the entrance to the basement of this mansion was in the pantry. Right in front of me, it sure is.

... the cook is the lord himself or something?

If so, I can also be convinced that I will build an underground entrance into a food pantry that only I can enter... well, can I think of anything else?

It was getting troublesome, so I decided to accept the fact as it was in front of me and stretched my legs to the stairs.

I go down to the basement feeling the limp air all over my body. I just feel cold when I'm not wearing anything, but it's not so much that I can't stand it.

We went down the lightless stairs one by one and eventually arrived in one room.

It was a huge painting on the floor that got me down the stairs and into the beginning.

The picture depicted in purple paint is circular, with a number of intricate patterns in the circle.

A strange painting, like drawing a circle and even overwriting a lot of symbols in it. The word Demon Square immediately came to my brain.

The purple paint is slightly luminescent and emits a demonic atmosphere somewhere.

Armor with swords was arranged around that strange formation.

Full plate covering everything from head to toe. Every armor is in an unnaturally seated position, and no one seems to be inside.

And in the middle of the formation, she was there. Be entangled in chains stretched from the ceiling so that they hang.

The fox-colored fur is dirty, the ears hang without power, and the Japanese clothes I wear are badly painful.

The feet have not reached the ground and are slightly floating. The only nine tails touching the floor are sloppy and lowered.

"Ah..."

I figured it out the moment I saw it. I get it. That man's life is running out.

Just being hung and weak doesn't make it that way.

I'm not weak. My soul is falling out. I'm not even losing my strength.

Very natural, it was a corpse.

Even though I could understand that, I approached the woman who was hanging. Walk over, without even worrying that the paint of the demon squares will be trampled off.

"... good evening"

Peeping into his face from below, he was amazingly beautiful.

The eyelid with long lashes is closed and the plump red lips open thinly as if breathing. Nowhere is it looking rotten or painful.

Dead smell, or no smell like meat rotting. There is the scent of the beast and the sweet scent characteristic of the woman.

Instead of just dying, you even look like you're just asleep.

Still, she's not alive. Like sleeping, dead properly.

Without returning anything to my words. Stay silent and be there.

The only thing that's beautiful is that it has some kind of embalming treatment.

... If so, what is this feeling?

The magic flow I still feel. The source is definitely from her body.

Does that mean the body called me? [M] Why, how?

At my feet, which raises questions, one change happened. The purple demon squares began to shine strong.

I thought it was a trap at first, but it doesn't look like it.

The light, which was purple, turns to gold. Golden light fills your feet and spreads.

One woman appeared before me with the illusion of being in a wheat field on one side.

Fox ears facing the ceiling properly. Foxed, creepy yellow eyes.

The Japanese garment you are wearing is a little flashy, red, similar to a shoreline, with a distinctively shaped flower.

From the mouth smiling thinly, the fangs of the beast peek.

It was someone, just like the woman hanging.

"What about you?

"If anyone but humans shows up here, I'll leave you with this record."

"Record...?

"I have been invited to the Lord of this mansion. He wants us to find a way to stop the war... that's what we talked about."

The opponent continues to ignore the questions he has thrown at him without seeing this one in his sight.

I guess the woman I'm talking to right now is the same person hanging next to me.

He magically left behind footage and words before his life ran out. A suicide note in the form of a video, as I say in my last life.

Words in videos and recorders in the world that I know cannot be treated as legal will... but this is a different world, and what I left behind is a fox, and what I see is a vampire. You won't have to say anything wild.

Similar to Kuzha, but with a calmer narrative, the fox-eared woman makes words.

"Deceived...... I no longer resent that. It is my immorality that worries me about the end of the world and I can no longer see my feet. I just care about my daughter, Kuzha... because she's a pure child... oh, do you want to see a picture or something? This is the one she just had, and she's so cute. Oh, look, she's cute!

"What are you doing at death?"

Even though I knew it wouldn't get through because of the footage, I stuck it in.

Naturally it didn't make sense, so I was supposed to line up the pictures all the way and be attached to my parent idiot. You're caught, but you've got plenty of room.

I wonder if he's really dead, this guy. And you have pictures in different worlds.

"... well. I enjoyed my freedom in the phantom, so it's time to get back to you."

I don't know the exact time because I don't have a clock, but plenty of minutes came after I was a parent idiot and brought the tone of my voice back to something serious.

Thank you. He's a fierce up-down. In the sense that it's easy to heat, it might look just like my daughter.

"I don't know who would prefer to see this footage, and I know it's not the in-laws I asked for... Could you please ask for my daughter? Please… thank you."

Deeply bowing her head - keeping that attitude, the fox woman turned into something like a golden particle. The fog has scattered and disappeared.

At the same time, the fox-colored light subsides, and inside the cellar is filled again with demonic purple light.

"... you're a stupid person"

If my daughter is that important, I wish I had as many words to tell my daughter.

My daughter was too important, I forgot. That would be the place.

I relied on someone, thinking too much about my daughter, rather than telling her own mind.

Even though I may not even get to touch someone's eyes where I left the footage. To the slightest possibility, until you bet.

"I can't ask your favor."

I think the feeling is honorable. But why should I do that? [M]

It's like I'm looking for someone else to take care of me.

There's no connection, there's nothing for me to ask for a corpse I just met today.

"... all I do is give back"

I just want to give back what I got. To that end, I will take her to her daughter.

What you do after that is for Kuzha to decide. Not the outsider, not the dead - the one who's the one, and she has to stay alive.

Untie the chains wrapped around the body of a woman who doesn't even know her name.

It wasn't tied or locked, it wasn't that hard to remove it simply because it was wrapped around it, but I got a little hassle with the height issue.

"Mm-hmm."

The other person is taller than he is, and because he is dead, he has no strength in his body, and he is heavier than he looks.

Nevertheless, I am a vampire. About one body, not a lot of baggage. Carefully, I'm a princess. In this form, I hug Kuzha's mother.

Let's go back to Kuzha's cabin. The moment I thought so, the shine at my feet increased again.

As mentioned earlier, there is no such thing as light changing to fox color. The purple glow fills the whole room.

"I didn't expect guests this late at night."

What echoed from the stairs was the voice of a man with a calm atmosphere. Apparently, they found out about the break-in.

Maybe it was a mechanism that was detected when the body was moved. You've got a problem.