The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

The Lord of the Voice descends, clinging, clinging footsteps with a sense of relaxation.

He was a man in a wizard-style costume. The robe has gold embroidery everywhere and looks more expensive than what I was wearing.

Men have dark hair, like blue. The age at which you can tell from your face is mid twenties?

The robe is thick, so I don't know the physique is clear, but the lines on my face are narrower. The eyes are purple.

"There you are, Shinbu. Whoo!

The other guy tried to say something, and somehow he blew it big.

He's taking his gaze off this way, putting his hand on his mouth and pulling. Is something wrong?

"What's wrong?

"Hey, why is there a crazy bitch in our basement...!?

"That's rude. It's not like you're not wearing clothes, is it?

It's just gone because Kuzha burned me down, and I'm not naked wanting to show you anything.

The reason it happened that way in the first place is also because Kuzha was cheated by a bad side, so Daiyuan probably blamed it on you. What a terrible person to laugh at.

"I don't know... the woman you're holding up is my property. Do you want me to put it back in now?

"I don't know if I'd kill you for deception and claim possession."

"That's why. That's what the hunter hunted, isn't it? Likewise, the fox belongs to me… Lutz Shivas."

The man named Roots took a wand out of his nostalgia.

That was a familiar color. Almost golden, but only brown at the end of the cane.

Shorter wand with fox color. The design is simple, and it just looks like a broken bar with a swollen tip, but that color is just like Kuzha and her mother, it's a fox-colored glow.

The smell and magic I feel from my wand is definitely homogeneous to that of the fox's parents and children.

"The wand..."

"I'm studying demons and demi - especially the magic that overflows from the bodies of powerful people - in weapons and making artifacts."

"So you killed this man?"

"It was easy to fool a stupid fox. I'm just glad you asked me to help you for peace. Totally alarmed, he drank the poison out of me. Well, I've been alive for a while, but if I concentrated and sucked the magic out of him, he'd be out of breath in a few days."

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"To Omake, she also has a daughter. I'm still young... but I thought you'd grow into a fine research material one of these days. It's easy to be like your parents."

"When you say you're going to talk that far, it doesn't seem like you're going to miss it if you put the body back."

"Oh. Of course. Just because you wanted to test run the prototype... and you're ready!

He talked to me for a long time to get ready for something.

It was a story I wasn't interested in as far as I was concerned, but I left it because I would talk too happily. They're sitting on the stairs, so you can't ignore them and go too far down the street.

Many golden lights flew from the high fox wand.

I thought it was an attack, but it wasn't. The light emitted struck the armors around the formation, not me.

"Prototype Device (Artifact), Kyoue Stage (Kuji-Ubu). Now you should dance!

A drunken voice echoes in the cellar. The change happened quickly.

A crumbling armor rose to its face as if it had done all that it could in the vicinity. It's not one thing, but all the surrounding armor starts to move with the rubbing sound of metal. The number is nine in total.

"Wouldn't that be great? It takes a little drive, but it's an immortal soldier with no life, no human damage even if it's destroyed. This is the dawn of mass production, the Empire and others will beat you in no time!!

"Oh, really?"

"I feel high magic from you...... either vampire or demon, I'll add you as a new experiment!

I don't really care what their purpose is, but I'm sorry they use it for experiments. Happy to feed you.

It just seems hard to fight with a corpse, so I put Kuzha's mother's remains down on the floor once.

Don't be abusive, be gentle. Lie on the floor, taking care not to hurt you.

The positional relationship with the armored herd is the form I am completely surrounded by. The movements of the armors are smooth as if people were in them, each of them pulling out their swords and beginning to take up their standings.

... If you don't have people inside, you don't have to hesitate, do you?

"Mr. Wind, please"

Kuzha's mother. While advancing gently to avoid involving the corpse, I used magic to move my hand toward the armor on the right, which was the closest position from my perspective. A small gust of wind blows and blows full plate armor.

The armor slammed against the wall fell like it had lost its power for only a moment - then rose up immediately.

The helmet is snagged, and probably the same goes for the back. Still, he doesn't look frightened, and he hasn't even dropped his sword.

I don't have a stand-alone response, but I don't have the result that I knocked him down. He deserves to be called an immortal soldier.

"It's troublesome."

At the same time as I divulged my honest thoughts, the other eight bodies arrived at me.

Multiple attacks that don't even hate each other. The pounding and slashing are half a percentage at a time, and they're pointing at us.

I refuse to hurt, so the response chooses to avoid, not defend.

I left it to the polar swing speed, passing by the armor coming from the left. Armors who have lost sight of their goals collide with each other, and the sound of their high armor echoes.

It would be a big accident if the contents were in there, but the armors don't have anyone inside. I'll bring it right back up, and it'll come this way again.

And the enemy is not just armor. At the stairs, Mr. Roots put up a cane.

Feels like a prick to the skin. Coming.

"Thunder, get down!!

Here it comes. The light flew again from the tip of the wand.

Clearly not like the belt of light I struck into the armor earlier. It's more rough, what you could call lightning.

Thunder strike. That's not the speed you can avoid after looking at it. Direct hit.

"A little bit, I'm going to get a bit of a tingle"

"What......!?

... I just hit it, it's like this.

If this is a physical, real thunder, you may not have been safe, but fortunately, your opponent's attack is caused by magic.

Magic can be sufficiently mitigated by resistance.

"Kujukurihama,"

"It's the Nine Stages!

"Either is fine. It's a hassle, I'll end it."

"Huh..."

The opponent manipulates nine soldiers, sees them and then flies an inevitable attack of speed.

Then it's easy to deal with. You can defeat them faster than you can target them, and you can defeat them.

I took every step I could from the first step. It's the first time I've been born again.

... That's fast.

In so much speed that it seemed to leave even the sound behind, it moved to end it.

Start by putting your armor together and shutting it up. If you wave the wrong hand and spin the word "please," the wind will hear my words.

Rising airflow from bottom to top. I combined the armor I had finished rendezvous with and blew the nine bodies to the ceiling. You just get to them without seeing them beat up.

"Nah......!?

"If you can stay in the aisle, it's out of the way."

Stop in front of me. Take the other person's arm, which is being taken, and slap him to the ground as he pays for his legs.

I punched him in the back and stuck my hand in the mouth of the person who leaked his distressed voice.

I'm not trying to keep you quiet. From earlier on in the first place, armor has been hitting walls and clashing with each other, sounding flashy. You don't have to worry about the sound now. If the guards are going to come, I'll blow that up too.

I just want to give back what I got.

"It was a treat. I'll pay you back."

Removing it from the Blood Box is nothing less than the food Kuzha gave me.

It was originally prepared by him. I'll give Kuzha back the feeling that you got it, but I'll give you back your stuff.

"Also, ooh, ooh!?

"What's up? Dinner, right?

You wouldn't mundane about giving someone else something you can't eat. So this weird thing, he can eat. I can't.

I'll rip his mouth open and pack it in. I can't help it if I have it, so I'll give it all back.

Behind you is a continuous sound. It's the sound of armor slamming against the ceiling falling to the ground. I ignored it and kept paying back.

Mr. Roots was badly rumbled at first, but eventually his reaction fades, and at the end of the day he weakens. A wand fell from his powerless hand, and there was a dry sound.

"... Hmm. Still got it, but can't you help it?"

I'm not dead. I just passed out. I'll keep the rest in your hood pocket, too.

Turn around, none of the armor is moving.

It would not be particularly surprising because it seems common in the remote system of this hand that if the operator's consciousness is interrupted, he will not be able to move. Finally, it's the same as the radio that was taken away from the remote.

Avoid scattered armor parts appropriately and go to Kuzha's mother again.

"Kuzha is waiting for you. Let's go."

No reply. Even if I knew, I spoke up and held her up. [M]

Take the soulless woman and I'll leave the mansion behind. It was a question of what to do with the food pantry door on the way home, but Mr. Roots opened it for me, so I could get out without a problem.

Is Kuzha still awake?