The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"It's fixed!!

A healthy voice sounds, and that pulls the consciousness up.

In her blurry vision, it's her fox daughter Kuzha jumping around the meadow holding her frill-laden maid clothes.

Kuzha is now jumping around there like a fox would even play with snow.

Every time I bounce like that, the Japanese clothes, which are short in length and resemble witch clothes, flicker, but is it okay to move so much, even though it's no pan?

... Your clothes are fixed, aren't they?

In the fight against the Terrier Bandits, the frills and skirt ends of Kuzha's handmade made-up clothes burned slightly. It seems Kuzha didn't like it at all.

When I finished my meal and took a breather, Kuzha suddenly said, "I'll fix it!" He quickly stripped me naked and began to fix my maid's clothes.

I couldn't help myself, so I slept in a blanket... and the repair work was finished.

"Ah... good job, Kuzha"

Put aside the frank feeling that you still wanted to sleep and work first.

Whatever the degree of buttoning, I don't have the technology to produce clothes from scratch or make a big repair, so I should be honest with you here. If she didn't have a girlfriend who could make clothes, she'd be treated like a crazy bitch everywhere she went.

Well, in the first place, the reason I lost the clothes and accessories I originally wore is because Kuzha accidentally seared me on high heat, but that's it, and this is it.

"No. That's about it. Come on, try it on quickly!

Take the maid clothes you were given and take off the blanket.

Though Kuzha put it on me, it's what I wear once. I remember how to wear it and I don't need to get lost. I didn't take the time to do that and I got dressed all by myself.

"I'll make you another outfit early. When this happens again, Mr. Alger has to be naked."

"As long as it's light enough to break, I think it can stay that way..."

"No! Healthy spirit dwells in healthy clothes!?

What's that first ear?

"If you're dressed in perforated clothes or unclean outfits, you'll have holes in your heart that make you unclean! Wherever possible, I'll get you some decent clothes!

Kuzha's sword curtain was amazing, so I decided to snort silently and obey.

It is a sermon that feels subtly realistic, and it also feels like I am not allowed to say whether or not. After all, slave life was painful.

... Well, it's Kuzha and Bushiha who make it.

If you think you can get some clothes while I'm asleep, I appreciate that, so you can leave it to me.

I want clothes that are easy to move if possible, but I decide to leave that to the maker's mood. This one is on the side of getting it made, so it's not a bad idea to put on too many orders and shred your motivation.

"If Kuzha says so, shall we?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Kuzha nods contentedly to this response, which is vague or just flushed. He's an honest kid.

"Well, shall we leave?"

"Oh, wait, Mr. Alger"

"What's wrong?

"No...... that. Mr. Alger, where is your destination in the Republic?

"... in the meantime, you're thinking about going for the capital"

If it means a final destination, it feels like a "bed in the house of someone who will feed you with a three-meal nap snack," but in order to get it, I'm thinking of going to a lot of people first.

I don't know what the capital is in and what its name is, but if you walk around appropriately, you're supposed to get to town and meet travelers, so you just need to get information then. Whatever. If someone you meet is going to feed you, that's fine.

"Um, are you in a hurry to get to the capital?

"No, you're not in a particular hurry"

It's true that I want to live like that fast, but it's also true that I'm not even in such a hurry.

I know someone who would do that originally is a rare property, so I'm not in a hurry to take my time looking for it.

Or I don't like to get tired, so I want to look for it while I rest in moderation. My pace matters.

Kuzha heard me and laughed. [M] rocking the tail of a trident, looking somewhere relieved,

"If that's the case, there's a town I'd like to stop by... you know, you mind?

I don't know what your intentions are, but Kuzha looks serious.

Kuzha, to my mind, has been used for a long time as a good thing for Mr. Roots.

I don't know how long that is, but in the meantime, I wouldn't have had a chance to make contact with anyone. Looks like you buried your mother and chased her right after me.

... Well, it's not a bad idea to be a cross-world tourist.

What I recall is the port town of the kingdom, Arlesha.

The sea breeze is nice, the rice is delicious. It was a good town to take a nap in.

If other towns are such good places, it's not a bad idea to go. It might be helpful to know where to gobble and live in the future.

"Okay. So, can you show me around?

"Yes! I'll take care of it!

Kuzha's nose changed roughly when she stretched her peppery chest.

The size of your body shrinks at once with each piece of clothing you wear, even changing the shape of your body. Walk four-legged in no time. Kuzha in fox mode completes.

"I'll show you the way. Let's come, Mr. Alger."

"Yep. Neguseau, please"

I came here to jump on the ground with a tongue. I lift Kuzha up and I speak behind my back.

I'm just about to get Neguseau off the ground. He was resting a little, just like me.

"Departure, Algiers"

"Yeah. A little more, please"

"Oh, fine. You should ride, ladies."

Follow the gentleman's prompt, Kuzha and I ride Neguseau's back.

The position of the gaze was higher and the distance was visible. The wind makes me feel good and sleepy, but Neguseau and Kuzha can't communicate with each other, so I have to wake up and interpret.

"Is it far from the town you want to go?

"Walk slowly and rest at night, but we'll be there tomorrow at lunch."

"Really? Shall we go then? Which direction is it?

Tell Neguseau Kuzha's instructions and we'll resume our journey.

The Republic? What kind of country is it? I hope there's someone who can feed me.