The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

When I returned to the cabin, Kuzha slept round on the straw (straw). Straw (straw) would be stabbed in clothes with short lengths and large exposures torn everywhere.

The way I try to sleep with my tail as a pillow looks lonely somewhere.

Near her sleeping sweetly to someone who wasn't there, I lowered my mother. on straw, so that they can sleep.

I also thought I should wake Kuzha, but I don't really want to interfere with anyone else's sleep. Let me explain when I wake up.

Straw (straw) has been buried by both parents and children. I sat around retrieving my blanket and keeping my back in a nearby column.

I'm a little tired, so let's go to sleep. I almost closed my eyes because I thought so, and there were signs of movement.

Stop closing your eyes and send your gaze to the straw loaded.

"Mm-hmm...?

Kuzha got up, leaking a small voice.

Yellow eyes are dull, but they do light their will.

When the two tails waved, the straw (straw) and dust fell around them.

"Algiers, …?

"Have I woken you up? I'm sorry."

"No, I don't mind that... what is it, now my mother smells...?

Your mother would be there.

Point your finger at the tip. Next to Kuzha lies her mother.

Kuzha, who captured what my fingers showed, first dusted her face off.

He jumps into his mother's chest very happily, oddly enough. So that the little fox can be a parent.

"Mother!!

Mother, over and over with Mother, Kuzha rubs her face against her mother's chest.

Speak proudly of what you have been working so hard to hear the Lord's words, gaze with your eyes that you want praise, and repeat with your mother.

But, of course, the mother doesn't return a response. I never open my eyes, I never move a finger.

Eventually he thought it was strange, and Kuzha's face clouded.

"Oh, my God? What's the matter, sir?

"... your mother will not wake up again"

"Huh..."

Kuzha pointed her yellow eyes at this way and immediately returned her to her mother.

She is a child, pure heart, and gullible.

But I'm not young enough to know what the word I said means - that my mother doesn't know what it means to "never open her eyes".

Both the tail that was shaking cheerfully and the ears that stood pinned instantly moistened. The little shoulder trembled and his big eyes opened full.

Shizuku falls on his mother's cheeks.

My daughter's, it was a tear.

"Mother... Come on, Mother...!

Kuzha doesn't scream or rumble, she stares at her mother's face, keeps calling, keeps crying.

Without asking why, or crying in anger. I just repeat with my mother, I overflow my tears.

I stretched out my hand to her head, shuddering and squeaking, but still calling her Mother and Mother - and stopped.

... touch it, stroke it. So what happens?

Maybe it's comforting. But it's not salvation.

What do you do with that, even though it's not like your mother will come back to life?

All I can do is heal the wounds. Just that.

We cannot revive the dead.

I can't help but comfort you with your hands.

In the end, I was just looking at Kuzha's tears until they withered. Without speaking, without touching.

"... I'm sorry. I've shown you something ugly."

"No, I don't mind."

"I would appreciate it if you could say that... thank you for bringing my mother here"

After crying the whole time, Kuzha lowered her head deeply, grinning her sobbing eyes.

I reach out to her, with my fox's eartips lowered enough to face this way, and I rinse her nose.

What you touch is the collar, not the skin.

"This collar is from the lord, isn't it?

"I told you to keep it on so I could locate it... because my mother would feel safe knowing where it was even when I was away. I heard that, but it was a lie."

Exactly, Kuzha doesn't stay fooled anymore.

Naturally, she didn't ask "how" for her mother's death.

I saw the mother's body and I figured it out. I get it. So whatever it is, I guess I just cried.

"As long as you have this, you can't go anywhere"

"Right. Because I have a powerful curse that I cannot break..."

"Please let him go"

"Huh...?

The words aren't directed at Kuzha, they're directed at the collar.

Magic to break the curse. That takes off what was put on the collar.

A massive crack ran on the collar at the same time that the curse was defused by magic. The iron collar will crumble apart as it is.

Kuzha looked at the iron shards scattered at her feet with a dazzling look.

"Mr. Alger, this is..."

"You can live as you please now."

It's not because you asked me to.

I'm not even willing to take care of him.

It's not even payback.

I just thought we should.

It's just like sleeping when I want to, and I thought she should do what she wants. She already knew a lot.

You can do just that if you want. If there's anything stopping you from doing that, I can do enough to get you out.

"... I understand."

Her eyes, descending from the straw, revealed a strong determination.

I knew I was ready for something, my eyes. I would never do that, yellow glow.

"I'm coming."

Bowing deeply, Kuzha kicked the earth. He makes a huge leap into an empty hole in the ceiling of the cabin and goes straight outside.

... You're also highly physically capable.

Looks like an animal man. I was manipulating fire attribute magic with so much firepower that it came out of my resistance when it came to magic, and I was even letting it split.

He's just a kid, but he's powerful enough. It's a little tricky, but I'm sure you can live alone.

She can walk on her own. I don't need anybody's help.

"It's a little cold,"

It was Kuzha's mother who spoke up.

I'm sure once she's done what she needs to do, she'll be properly mourned. There's nothing I can do. I don't even have to.

I know, but I put a blanket on my own feather on the body. [M]

"Keep warm until Kuzha returns"

I lay my words on top of each other and walk away from the body, even though I know I have no reaction.

I'm not sure myself why I'm doing this.

I just thought that would be better.

... If it's about a blanket, there are a few.

Remove the new blanket from the bloodbox, weave the feathers, and exit the cabin.

Unlike Kuzha, dive the door properly and go outside.

It's still a long way to go until dawn. The cold wind strokes my cheeks. The smell the wind carried was something I knew.

The owner of the smell emerges from across the meadow and quickly comes forward to my eyes. It seems to have gotten much faster.

"Neguseau. Were you here?

"Oh. Feel a little disturbing."

"Disturbing?"

"No... your mind seemed to be bluffing. I thought it might be unusual, so I came to see how things were going."

"I'm bothering...? I don't know, thank you."

... What does it mean to bother?

There's probably no lie to what Neguseau is saying.

It's the same time I signed a blood contract. Just as I only know a little bit about Neguseau, I can feel myself over there.

I also know, of course, that he doesn't lie.

That's why I didn't know. I don't know what my heart is going to say.

In the first place, how could I be so...

…………

"... Algiers"

"Ah, yes. What is it?

"You should ride. We're headed to the border, right?

"Right. Thank you."

I don't know, but Neguseau seems willing to stop talking.

I can't give you an answer. [M] It's also troublesome to keep thinking about it, so I decided not to go into it in particular.

Ride Neguseau's back. If you hold the reins, you won't have to tell me anything, so it's easy to start walking.

"Sleep a little."

"Oh. I'll call you if you need anything"

"Thank you, Neguseau"

When I closed my eyes without hesitation, drowsiness soon arrived.

Hi, he's tired of exercising more than I thought. I let my consciousness fall into my dreams as it sinks into the bottom of the water.