The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Wait, all three of you"

Knives, chain gamma, and bombs. I watered the threesomes who took out their prey.

Kuzha has a nervous face. As much as what it means to hide across borders, she knows just as well. I think it's a little too honest where you're not wondering why the performers are doing that.

Three of the Terrier Bandits react to my words and throw their gaze over here. After confirming that, I bit myself in the finger.

Blood overflows from the wound and the sweet taste spreads to the mouth.

I spinned my words, taking my fingers off my mouth, remembering a little lack of body.

"Blood Arms, 'Rope'"

Skills that turn blood into a weapon. Although the rope doesn't seem to be exactly a weapon, the restraint seems to be interpreted as a weapon. I can make it, so let me make it and let me use it.

Gently tie the rope made to be long enough so that it is not tight around the neck of the Neguseau.

"Are you all right, Neguseau"

"Oh, no problem"

"Really? Bye, Kuzha. Can you give this rope to the three of us?

"Oh, yes."

Speak up and pass the end of the rope, Kuzha relays to the front.

Each of them grabbed the rope properly, even though they all looked like they didn't know what it was.

"So, what do you want?

"You think you should avoid fighting as much as you can."

"That's a long time. He's already found out."

Terrier's right, people's signs are coming close. Not alone, but something for a few.

I don't know how he perceived it, or how the people coming this way figured out our existence.

But I want to avoid collisions if possible. It's a bit of a questioner even though you're cottoning to cross the border to avoid trouble.

"Go dark."

So I use magic to avoid it.

Dark Magic. For the first time in my life, I have exercised the magic skills acquired at Level 1.

I knew the effects from scratch. I haven't used it before because I simply didn't have the time to use it.

The effect of the initial level is something very simple. Make darkness. That's all.

Black misty things overflow from the flat of his hand, flowing into the area. I dyed the area black as I saw it and it still wouldn't stop.

In just a few moments, the whole area was surrounded by darkness.

"Mr. Alger, this is..."

"It's okay. Because it just makes it harder to see."

Originally it is night and my vision is poor. The moonlight also reaches only a few, the forest of the night darkness.

Still, I see the Terrier Bandits, Kuzha, and Neguseau. Me and my eyes see a view that's almost the same as the day. It's a crowd that works at night.

But now the darkness I've made is so dark that it's impossible to even make the night look good.

... I'm the only one who can see.

Just vampires, to be exact. At least I'm the only member here right now who can see this darkness without a problem.

The reason I can't block my sight is the racial characteristics of vampires. I don't know the details, but vampires seem to have a solidified dark magic presence, so it's probably a boon.

Now the people who are coming to us should lose sight of us. Send word to everyone as they move to the beginning, continuing the magic of darkness.

"Then I'll lead the way, so don't let go of the rope and follow me"

"Wait."

"What is it, Terrier?

Is it a question of dissatisfaction? Looking at Terrier like that, he was staring straight into my eyes in this darkness.

It doesn't feel like I'm watching it in a dark cloud. Terrier's gaze is properly directed this way. My eyes look grumpy somewhere, but it doesn't feel like I'm staring.

"... Could you see it?

"Well."

That's what they say when they blurt out.

I can see it, but I'm not willing to explain why. His attitude was telling that story in the dark.

To the extent that I'm wondering why myself, I don't mind if I don't want to talk to you over there.

It's been a long time since I've seen you again today and a lot of mysteries have deepened, Terrier Bandits, but in me they're performers, so that's fine.

"You're an amazing artist."

"Who is a performer? Wait a minute."

I guess it's because the situation is the situation. Terrier took out her dagger as she entered this one with her voice lurking. Not one bottle. The brilliance that emerged from the nostalgia is at least three.

Terrier threw a dagger in a casual move as if she had decided to do so from the beginning. I don't even send my gaze in the direction of throwing, but accurate throwing.

Each of the three daggers flies far through the gaps in the trees, pointing in a different direction. Besides, without still sending her gaze, Terrier grabbed the rope again and

"Let's go."

"Terrier, what have you done now?

"It's a dagger planted to explode by time difference. It's a mon to draw the attention of the Border Guard assholes. Hey, let's go. Show them around."

"Oh, yes."

Terrier pushed me over the edge of the rope, so I started walking at the head of everyone.

I think Terrier can be the first one if you're seeing him, but he's apparently going to leave it to me.

I thought you'd be mad at me for being more denied or interrupting my attempts to fight, but instead of being honest with me, you even assisted me with what I wanted to do.

The names are weird and abusive, but they're still people I don't hate anywhere.

Though I find the mountain path difficult and cumbersome to walk on, I walk in the dark and lead everyone.

The end of the mountain path is near. Against the backdrop of the flashy explosion behind us, we went into the dark.