The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

The morning's peace was undone by a grunting chirp.

The squeal belongs to many birds and is one reason they make a scene.

... you look like an intruder!

I'll protect the woods. That's what happens when the undelivered come there. I mean, an order to call me in.

Take the axe, tread hard on the ground, and run through the woods. I can't care less now, although the ground turns and I feel sorry for the flowers scattering. If we don't hurry, the whole forest will be in danger.

Poachers come many times and try to take away the grace of the forest.

Naturally I'm letting them get paid unless they can get away with it, but whether they won't punish me or how much I want what's in this forest, the number of them won't diminish.

It's a hassle to deal with, but that's what I do, and it's much easier than before. The reason for this lies in one power, breathing in my body.

... the contract you gave me!

Silver-haired vampire, Mr. Algiers. The blood contract that that guy gave me is giving me a strong power.

On top of that, I haven't even lacked the effort. The speed of the challenge is being trained to overcome, and the skills of the guardians of the realm are increasing.

These days, even magic can be used for simple things. I'm sure I'm growing.

"Bumo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!

Running through the woods and growling at speeds that I couldn't get out just a moment ago.

Come on, poachers. I'm here. I'm here to bring you to justice. That's the scream with intent.

Mostly this puts the rushed poachers in the trap set by the goblins and the Kobolds. They are a lot more helpful these days because they are more and more cooperative than ever before.

Follow the sounding birds' voices to the intruder.

The opponent is turning his back on this one. The distance is far, but there's no way you haven't noticed it because this is all boasting of existence and running without worrying about footsteps or anything else. Are you asking me out? Then I'll give you a ride.

I stepped forward so that I could jump.

I've already wielded my favorite weapon. And then there's the timing.

Instead of breaking the air, I go to crush it. It's a huge axe, even longer than the other guy's height. Rather than crack the blade of polar pressure, it still crushes the target.

"Shake it."

As soon as the familiar word reached my ear, I chose to let go of my weapon.

Naturally the axe is left behind and falls to the ground, but I don't mind. He threw it away without turning around, making a sudden stop.

It's not just going around. I tried to wield my free arm, a blow in all directions. A move in the decision that it might be dangerous if you don't do this now, whether or not you hit it.

Were you alert, or could you afford it? After a spin, a few meters ahead of me, the opponent stood. Sounds like you dodged it from a distance you could afford.

A haunted woman, shaking her black, short hair. I don't know the name, but I won't forget that face.

I'm not at peace boggling enough to forget that nasty narrowed grin with those amber eyes so easily.

"You're here again, you......!!

I stare in anger, but my opponent still looks like a ghost. Don't be afraid of things, as if you're even losing your gaze.

It's as unpleasant as it is being ignored and makes me want to rush right out, but it's patience.

If you get short temper on this opponent, that's the kind of battle you try to grab that you can't grasp. Calm down, I disciplined myself.

"Huh. I'm starting to think a little bit."

Instead of moving, the opponent hasn't shown any setup. I'm just sending word.

"... what can I do for you?

No, it's not.

That's what I thought, because their atmosphere was changing too much.

Poor bottoms are disappearing, like when you fought me before. Compared to the other day, it's quite passive.

That looked more like I wasn't interested in the woods or me than I could afford.

The opponent shrugs his shoulder like a shudder. It seems that even if you're not interested in this one, you're doing it with vegetables. Bad personality seeps in.

"It's settled, isn't it? I'm here to settle with Van Peel."

"What? Vampy?

"Van Peel!!

I'm not Mr. Alger, but I couldn't really hear you. It was a word I didn't really remember.

I don't really remember. Yeah, not really. I also feel like I heard it somewhere. I wonder where it was...

"Er..."

…………

"Uh..."

…………

"Hmm..."

"Argent! Argent Van Peel!!

"Huh? Ah, uh!

Everything was put into words and finally understood.

Argent Van Peel. I mean Mr. Arjet. I call her Sister Alger, so the name behind her was subtly obscured.

In the first place, vampires usually don't have a family name. If it's to be named, it's when there's something special about it. I can't help but forget.

"There's nothing you can hide...?

Threatened words still upset this mood, but I don't care how you look at them, they're serious. If you do what your opponent says, the battle will be inevitable.

... What are we going to do?

Where is Mr. Alger now? I know if it's about direction.

I've heard stories about going to the republic originally, and there's a soul bond through a blood covenant.

Honestly, it would be pretty tough for me to deal with this guy. Even now, I'm not sure.

That's why you can't even tell this guy where Mr. Alger is. I don't think we'll ever lose where this guy is relative to that guy again, but there's no way we can imitate selling a benefactor to a dangerous person as a problem before that.

Mostly this guy, he's acting crazy. He's making all sorts of moves, he's disgusting. He's got a bad personality, so he's not the loco one who says how he saw it.

Even Mr. Algiers should be annoying to be followed. The settlement and everything, you're already in battle.

"Come on, get the vampires out!

Van Peel. Van Peel. Shut up.

"Uh... that guy wouldn't be here. He's not a forest dweller in the first place."

"... then tell me where you are"

All right, all right, you're getting on well.

My face is about to laugh, and I point out of the woods. This is not where Mr. Algerian is. Not at all.

Wait for the opponent to turn to the point I pointed at and tell him slowly.

"The Empire, did you say? That guy said he was going there."

"Empire? Why aren't you in there...?

"That's something I don't know either. It seemed like a big purpose."

"Purpose not... Huh, well. Then I wish I could make that a mess..."

I don't respond to solitary talk, I try to make a magical face and be benevolent. It's just a face like you're asking them how to get out, pretending.

I've never done anything like this before, but this opponent seems like he doesn't have to fight. Just like Mr. Alger, he doesn't care about the value of this forest.

Then, as far as possible, you can ask Mr. Tsubaki to go somewhere that doesn't seem annoying. According to the birds' story, the empire seems to be a rough country, so let's have it wild and drool over there.

"... there wouldn't be any lies, would there?

"It's someone who has nothing to do with the forest. There would be no point in hiding it."

"Huh. Then I'll miss you."

Loosely, the other person's appearance sways.

This is the second time I've seen a move, but I can't catch it the second time. When I realized they were gone.

The crisis has left. Judging by that, remove the strength of the body. Accepting that the unpleasant sweat was cooled by the wind, he lowered his back to the nearby rock.

"Mr. Alger, how are you?"

With the power of the blood covenant, we know how each other is doing. Now Mr. Tsubaki is healthy.

Still, this is how I want to see my face when we talk about it. Is there anything I can do to help? I have that feeling too, but I denied it myself.

... your legs are tight.

Now I can barely move him in front of that disgusting woman.

Mr. Algerian is different. I tried to defeat him brilliantly. Oh, so much so that I bought a grudge, I smashed my pride.

How can I help someone who can do all that?

Sigh and look at your hands. I've worked out since then and I feel like I've gotten a little thicker, but it's still not enough.

We need to be stronger and protect the forest. And if it comes true, if you can help me with my powers for Mr. Alger.

"That's why I'm working out."

Tap the spread finger. Powerful. Motivation. Then all you have to do is polish it.

I'm sure I can still be strong.

Connection with that person who lives in the body. Believing it would tie again someday, I lifted my hips.

If you notice, the day is already quite high. If that guy sees it, it's a nap day, I guess so.

It's a special training day for me.