The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Huh..."

Expose vampire fangs to the sky at all costs without putting up with defects (yawning).

It feels good to exhale loudly like that and take fresh air into your lungs, but it's no match for a nap. I'd like to take a quick nap.

"... So, do you really want to do it?

Wiping overflowing tears and calling out is forward. The Terrier Bandits are a few meters away.

Mmm-hmm. Skinny Chihuahua shakes her nose hair roughly with her snort.

I'll spare you. You look like a short bread exposed to hair, little fat Ducks.

And a standing leader named Cloak on Bald Head, Terrier with a balanced body.

Artists, Terrier Bandits, each dressed in distinctive attire. It's an intense threesome you'll never forget once you see it.

"Yes or no!

"We cry and we shut up, bandits!

"You can't keep getting hit."

Watching the Terrier Bandits pose well, I sort things out.

Now we're walking down the mountain for about half a day.

Having safely descended the mountain, we were then walking together for about half a day. Even so, I fell asleep on the Neguseau as soon as I got down the mountain, so I didn't realize they were following me.

So I was surprised to have them when I woke up. Because I just thought it was something that was going a different way.

That's how the Terrier Bandits waited all the way for me to wake up, just as they say they are now confronted.

I mean, he was on the same road until I woke up just to get revenge. Maybe they're free.

The scent of blood drifting from the three of us who are each in a decision pose that we don't quite understand remains the same, to the extent that we don't feel threatened.

At least not as strong a sign as Mr. Fernote, to the extent that he might be stronger than Kuzha.

Still, I stepped out of Neguseau and watched the Terrier Bandits, not so much about putting force on my shoulders.

... you can't see the bottom right?

I didn't feel any threat in my first meeting, and I actually prevailed.

But I looked at them again today and only slightly changed their perception.

Their movements are useless except posing, and they are under control. It is self-declared, but there is also information that it was flashly rampaged in the kingdom's capital.

Especially Terrier. She's better than the information she gets from the smell. I had foreseen the darkness I had made, and I was highly capable of crisis detection, and the arm of a throwing knife was quite something.

What I can tell by reading the smell of blood is only a rough strength. It doesn't reflect tactics, thoughts, or experiences there. I mean, Brad Reading is just feeling the simple strength of the other person's flesh, the strength of his magic.

Maybe I shouldn't rely too much, at least on strong judgment from the smell. Although it would be helpful.

"Mr. Alger. Artists, what's wrong?

Oh, yeah. Kuzha still thought so.

"Uh. They want to practice action now, so I thought we'd hang out with them."

"Well, you're keen......!

"Yeah. That's why Kuzha's okay with you looking at the archaeological landscape, so can you take a look at it that way?

"I get it!!

On a bottomless level, honest Kuzha seems to have believed my words, and she sends an anticipating glance a little further away from here. Looks like you're expecting a lot.

Neguseau next to Kuzha said something. I'm doing that, but he's not saying anything, so I left him alone. I didn't do anything wrong.

Turning to the artists again, they all keep posing properly. Why don't we attack the gap we were talking about right now or something?

"Let's go, crazy bitch!!

"That's why I'm not a crazy bitch."

No protest was heard against the unwanted call, and the Terrier Bandits moved.

It's no surprise, but it's a subtle time to start a fight that can't be said to be grand. They were just like before, typing in the magic of the wind, summing it up and blowing it away, but that was just what they were reading, and they moved in separate directions.

Three people scatter in a flowing motion so much that I don't think I was in a weird position raising or bending one leg until just now. Ducks and Chihuahua went left and right, respectively, and Terrier has projected a single dagger as she steps back.

"It's dangerous."

Tilting his body and spreading the flying blade, the chain and the copper split flew in as it matched there. It's Chihuahua.

Increase speed one step and avoid strands of horizontal giraffes by lowering yourself. Bing, the wind incision goes too far overhead. The white brim rocked roughly.

A bomb is thrown in front of me where I give in. The moment I tried to cope, my dagger pierced the bomb with Ston. Terrier, huh? At the same time I was convinced that there was an explosion.

A level of explosion not comparable to that used in the first war. Clearly, it's a powerful enough attack to hurt this one.

"Wow...!

The moment of the explosion, he moved back and escaped. The edges of silver hair and frills burn slightly to give off an unpleasant odor. Physical damage, not magic, so when you hit this, you can't prevent it.

"Oh!? Clothes!?

Kuzha, the clothes maker, roughs up her voice, but she just can't afford as much as she cares. Because daggers flew through winding dirt and smoke before the blast was completely clear.

You shouldn't be able to see this side either because it's inhibited by smoke, but it's a slightly more accurate throw.

There is no rush, intercept the flying dagger with a knife removed from the bloodbox. One, two, mizu and sound petals scatter. When the smoke cleared, Terrier wasn't there.

You can't miss it if it moves with you in sight, but this is how you lose it when it moves out of sight. I'm not in a hurry because it's natural.

"Mr. Wind, please"

I had a magical storm on the left hand side and blew up Ducks, who was about to throw an extra bomb. It's a pain in the ass if you don't crush range attacks first.

"Duh wow!?

Swirl your body to the right with your right foot on the axis, listening to the screams that keep you away. Chihuahua is already sickling.

"Oh my!!

Avoid by lowering back the blade that has been swayed by the hanging. Two knives flew towards me from behind Chihuahua.

I know it's cover, but it's too critical that you do that. Though Chihuahua's body is skinny, it's an orbit that hits me precisely on top of it through its rinse. I can ask Terrier how sharp her throwing knife arm and their collaboration are.

While impressed, he waved the blade to leave the speed at his disposal, intercepting one.

The other one ripped shallow through the right cheek and fell out, but it's not a problem because it's assumed or it's right on target.

"Blood Arms." Chain "... good."

"Whoa!?

Fly Chihuahua's weapon while turning the blood flowing from her cheek into chains. Speed and force are up here. All you have to do is hit it and let it ring. There was a hard, deafening sound and chain gamma flew into the universe.

Blood Arms moves with automatic manoeuvres, even when my posture wields a knife. Hand restraint is complete before Chihuahua, who lost her weapon, escapes. The distance's been let go, but with both hands tied, it's virtual powerlessness.

It was worth the scratch on my skin, avoiding it on purpose. There is a feeling of heat caging in the wound, but there is no problem.

"Additional Orders. To you, Ducks."

Skip the extra made chains so that Ducks doesn't come back, looking around unawares.

We don't use healing magic because we may still need blood, and the wound stays intact.

... You're gone again.

I could see him throwing a dagger from behind Chihuahua, but Terrier was disappearing again while he was out of sight to attack the chain gamma.

"I'll ask you for once, Chihuahua. How is Terrier disappearing?

"Ha! You can't teach me, you idiot!!

"I guess so. Yes."

"Noooo!?

I just asked once, so I'm not expecting anything.

Operate Blood Arms and pull Chihuahua. I have trouble with weird imitations, so let's not pull around properly and do anything about it. The same goes for Ducks, whose restraint is complete. Lift them both up about a few dozen centimeters from the ground and pull them around that way.

"Add. Quiet"

The scream that started to haunt me behind my back was loud, so I instructed them to close their jaws further instead of the chain to fly and clear their sense of smell.

Focus your consciousness trying to detect with your sense of smell, not with your eyes.

... None?

I'm not caught in the sense of smell.

I can smell it, but it's about as good as leftover incense. I can tell Terrier was behind Chihuahua until earlier, to that extent.

Did you stay away from my nose? [M] I denied the possibility that I came up with instantly.

He doesn't leave either of his children behind and run away. I can see this place because it's a plain far away, and if it's too far away, it won't reach the other attack.

Because it's another possibility. It may also be that you are misleading the smell. But how?

If you can do that, you can either magically hide it, or...

- Is it the ground?

I believed in the possibility that came to my mind this time. He was slightly behind me as I dripped blood from his cheeks and left the scene, almost at the same time Terrier's bald head appeared off the ground.

The position where I stood until a moment ago. Terrier with a face like a mocco from the ground feels like a seaboy or a mole. It was an unintentionally laughable picture, but the dagger flew by about three times, so I squeezed my expression and squeezed it.

Same goes for throwing that much at me with a single arm swing, but how many the hell do you keep hiding?

"Blood Arms, 'Chain'"

"Chip! Dive!!

The fact that you showed up where I was earlier means that my blood is falling in the vicinity. I changed the flowing red to a chain before the ground sucked, but Terrier dived before that chain wrapped around.

Although it is a rambling word, it definitely activates magic. I raised a flashy earthen smoke and Terrier disappeared. That's dirt magic, I guess.

Terrier is probably better at small moves than simple strength. And treating it well, too.

Nevertheless, I know how to contact you. As long as I know what I'm doing, I can think of as many responses as I want.

"Fogging"

Store your weapons and clothes and turn your body into fog. I don't really like to keep using this skill, but I think my best hand right now is this, so I have no choice but to use it.

When it gets foggy, my consciousness gets a little faint, so I don't like it. It's similar when you're drowsy, but if you're drowsy, you can sleep. I can't sleep when it gets foggy. Yeah, I don't like it.

Only my body will be fogged as I gather a fluffy consciousness. Even though my eyes and ears are all gone, I can grasp what strangely fogged my body covers no matter what happens.

Even the slightest sense of ground movement can be seen in your hands. I don't have a hand in this form.

So for a little while I concentrated my slight consciousness on the movement of the ground and waited. I don't know how long that was in my unclear consciousness, but if I wait, one day the end will come. Just like sleeping.

The shaking of the earth, the movement that augurs well for its emergence. The ground thrives slightly. I followed what I felt. [M]

Just before the opponent comes out, he returns from the fog to his original form and also wears clothes. And the ground played.

Roll up the soil flashly and the ground cracks. That's how I showed up - Terrier's coat.

"I knew it."

Until this point, as expected. In his own hands, there's no way he can honestly come out of the ground exposed to a way to disappear.

To stir me up, he threw away his cape and swept it to the ground.

If there's someplace I'd like to pick it up, it's behind us. It's at the same time that you turn around and the cutting tip of the knife plunders your neck. Precise, but not as fast as you can get it all out.

"Shit! Mogu -"

- It's too late.

"Ugh!?

Same goes for this one taking the back. But not me, the "weapon."

Ducks and Chihuahua were blocking their mouths and pulling the sky around. I hit those two, Terrier, from behind.

At the same time, Brad Arms was released, and the two people removed from custody were pulled by gravity and fell. The result is a posture where the three of them are forced into the same hole. That looks painful. All three of them said, "Muggoo!?" or something like that.

"Blood Arms, 'Rope'"

Let's finish it. Think so, change the blood.

I feel almost like I'm making restraints, not weapons, while saying Arms, but it's convenient, so I don't mind using it.

Just stop insulting them. Accelerate to full speed in an instant and tie the three together.

"Totally. These are entertainers. That's the artist."

"" "Who is the Artist -!!!

No, aren't you a performer already at the point where you're fast breaking in here?