The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Um, what do you mean, Hugh..."

"Yeah, I can see a little rush."

"A rush?"

"I know it's important about your friend, but it's not something that makes you jump. Let's just calm down a little, shall we?

I'm not sure what the word means.

I don't mean that when they say I'm in a hurry, and I don't mean Kuzha... I don't hate her. When asked if it's important, what do you think? I don't know. It hasn't been long since we met.

Ugh, my fingers are stretching. They rub their foreheads and eyebrows before they react to it. A voice comes down like a fright before asking what it is.

"Look, you look difficult again. It's full of gaps."

"Really...?

"That's right. Let's take a break."

"... with an array?

Naturally, it's the coffin Mr. Satsuki brought you.

It's certainly not the size you can't get in. I'd rather be able to afford it.

I've heard vampires sleep in coffins. Perhaps so in different worlds.

Just how much I love napping when people actually tell me to try sleeping there, it's just hard to sleep.

The contents of the coffin that I sometimes see on TV seem pretty fuzzy, so maybe it feels good to go to sleep. But it feels a little odd to go into a coffin while you're alive. If they close the lid, I won't be able to breathe.

I wonder why we're talking about resting here now in the first place.

Of course, as far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to rest, or I'd like to rest about every day from now on and live "I won't be serious tomorrow" in my creed.

But that's not how it works, given the circumstances. Because I'm the only one who can break the curse in front of you.

Mr. Satsuki says you look difficult, but you're unconscious. Probably looked the same as usual. I think so. At least, I am.

He probably looks a lot harder right now. 'Cause they say things that don't make sense.

Seeing me in doubt, Mr. Satsuki fell down his neck.

"It's okay, Algiers. Uh, excuse me, just hold on."

"Oh, yes...... ok"

"You're a good boy."

Mr. Satsuki tried to peek at this one and just smiled with a wink. Surprised. I thought my tits would crush me.

Flipped with a curly heel, Mr. Satsuki goes. Take a few steps from me and go to the coffin.

"Pampers! ♪ It's time to open the store!

The coffin lid was removed along with a hanging voice that looked just right in character, even though it didn't fit that mature look.

I can't see the contents of the coffin from here. Because there's only a little bit of distance.

But even if I didn't come close, I could have found out what was in it. The coffin wasn't empty, and it wasn't even a luggage compartment.

Ugh, and a thin hand reaches out of the coffin. When I spread my little five fingers white, the hand-held rose to pull up his body with his hands on the edge.

Floated in the darkness of the night was golden.

A blonde girl colored with blue flower decorations, targeted for Mr. Satsuki's red. Again, it's not this one, it's the same design as Barletta.

Her eyes are red, her ears pointy. Apparently, she's a vampire, too.

White japanese clothes as if they were worn by dead people. I have little decoration, and thus I see blonde hair, red eyes, and blue flower decorations.

It's like a ghost, it's like a monster.

She was so heterogeneous, but a beautiful girl.

"Mmm."

The vampire girl, who appeared to resurrect from the abyss of death, offers her right hand to Mr. Satsuki. On the back of my hand, there is something like the same crest on my lower abdomen or Mr. Satsuki's chest.

The hand stretched out was taken as if it had been meant to fit there from the beginning, and she goes out of the coffin.

Standing up is small, just a little taller than me. It entails brightly colored heads and eyes, as well as an atmosphere that can be described as bizarre, with white Japanese clothing but melting uncomfortably into the darkness of the night.

Red eyes and pointy ears standing at night and looking out for darkness. There's no mistake, that girl is a vampire. Thanks, and white fangs peeked out of my moving lips.

If Mr. Satsuki is big and soft, I have the impression that she is small and sharp.

Black hair and blonde hair.

Large and small.

Big tits and lactation.

I wonder why it seems to be in opposite stations and also seems to be in harmony with wonder.

Unlike Mr. Satsuki, the blonde rocked her hair, turning her red eyes towards me. I wonder why they shine so differently when they are the same color.

Mr. Satsuki's eyes were warm, but her eyes had little temperature. It's a little different than cold. It's a worthy, unhesitant eye.

As she turned her gaze this way, the words turned to Mr. Satsuki.

"Satsuki. What about this kid?

"It's Alger. That fox kid over there is Kuzha."

"Yeah. Right, well. Well, fine. If Satsuki's with you, you won't have to worry."

"I guarantee that. Yeah, it was a very good lily......!

"Yes. Too bad I can't be seen. So, where are we? It doesn't look like a cherry water garden."

"The spa was dead, so it's an investigation into the cause."

"I see. Looking to fix it?

"Yeah, thanks to Alger's magic. I'm just gonna break a little bone, so I was hoping you could help me."

"Oh well."

Mutual understanding is fast. Even if Mr. Satsuki doesn't present details, the girl accepts that she will. The conversation bounces naturally, seems calm and the shortest distance.

From what it looks like, it can be seen that the two friends were not completed yesterday today.

This one isn't. I can't take any action but surprise against another vampire who suddenly appears. Mine calmed down, but Kuzha still couldn't seem to get back from the surprise, black-and-white her eyes.

"Uh... that coffin, there was a person inside, of...?

"There's no one inside. It's a vampire inside."

"No, isn't that fine there at this time?

If you understood that for now, now I want you to understand this one.

Sending words and gaze in that sense, Mr. Satsuki introduced me to a blonde vampire with enough breasts to say she was huge.

"This girl is Iris. I sleep in that coffin during the day -" Patrol Flower Protection (Basket) ". It's my family."

"Iris Icinose. Nice to meet you."

Mr. Iris, huh? The years seem close to me and Kuzha, but vampires wouldn't be the age they seem. I am the zero year old. [M]

It seems atmospherically calm and older, and I think you can saunter it.

Although I say family, it looks a lot different. Because of the color of their hair, they are the opposite.

Since vampires in this world are probably naturally occurring types of creatures in the first place, I don't feel as if Mr. Satsuki meant his family. Are you as close as your sisters?

Contrary to Mr. Satsuki, who was highly actioned, Mr. Iris slowly waved to show off the crest on the back of his hand.

When I take the time to get my hands down, Mr. Iris walks over here in a loose foothold. It's a leisurely move so much that Kuzha and I can afford to name ourselves again.

"I see. You're dating that bloodsucking princess selfishly"

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Mr. Iris shakes his head loosely. Rather than denying it, the tricks and voice colors that teach you not to worry about it.

She wrapped herself to her lips in a calm, hasty and undistilled motion.

"Mmm."

Leaking briefly, Mr. Iris sucks on his wrist. I thought it resembled something, and I knew what it was.

Yes, that's similar to how I hurt myself when I use Blood Arms. for a movement to bite your wrist and injure yourself.

From the skin she let go of her mouth, blood overflowed, especially. The bright white skin is coloured by the colour of the blood and the white Japanese garment is coloured. I knew it. But why?

"Well, let's try to help"

Mr. Iris, who smiled, looked like a prank somewhere, a little like Mr. Satsuki.