The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

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When I opened my eyes, I smelled cherry blossoms.

Reaching for the tickle, it was the petals that touched my fingertips. While she was asleep, she was on her face.

Let cherry blossoms escape through the window that was thinly open and sigh. Did you have an old dream because of the smell?

"Good morning, Mr. Alger."

"Yeah, good morning, Kuzha"

Say hello to Kuzha, who rocks her fox ear right next door, opens the window wide and looks out. The views of the carriage are idyllic and sunny.

I watched the wind sway the grasshoppers all the way through, and now I looked in the car.

Now we're in a carriage arranged by Mr. Satsuki. Unlike Zeno-kun's carriage, it's for carrying people properly, so the construction is luxurious and comfortable. Although there is shaking, it doesn't bother me that much.

It has a decent roof and sits in a fuzzy seat that resembles a couch. There is a Mr. Satsuki in person. The coffin is kept as baggage for each "contents," so she is in a light-hearted condition.

"Don't open it too much. Satsuki, because you're vulnerable to direct sunlight."

Excuse me.

"No, if you'll be careful with that. It's time for Sacramento Mia, so I think it's a good idea to look at the scenery."

Mr. Satsuki smiles so much and rocks the red hair ornament.

He's still wearing japanese clothes and he's about to spill his chest, but he doesn't look like he cared. If direct sunlight doesn't work before I'm ashamed of myself, I think I should refrain from exposing my skin.

As a vampire, I guess it's pretty sunlight resistant to being fine unless it's direct sunlight, but still, to the extent that he makes it clear, it's a dangerous body to hit the day.

Nevertheless, dressing is a personal hobby. Putting on japanese clothes is inherently sloppy, but in this guy's case, it's oddly luscious and suits him.

He says he's wearing it because his chest is painful, so it must be because it's the result of his desire for comfort. He doesn't seem to care that his gaze gathers.

"We'll be there around lunch, shall we eat at home first?"

"Mr. Satsuki's house, is it?

"Yeah, it's a house, it's a workplace."

"What kind of work do you do, Mr. Satsuki?

"Yes, we run a coffee shop"

Coffee shop. First, we saw Mr. Satsuki.

It's disfigured, but it's Japanese. It's not green and flashy, but it also looks somewhere seductive because of the body that's out there solid.

Whereas that's all Aoyagi's Japanese clothing I saw in my dreams was glossy, Satsuki's is glossy with her own body and atmosphere.

Long dark hair and flower hair decorations that adorn it. Though not kanzi, the combination of dark hair and flowers still makes me feel strongly in harmony.

There are many words and actions that I feel unholy and restless when I talk to them. It just looks like "luscious Japanese beauty" would come perfect if you were sitting quietly like that.

Now if the makeup is flashy and the hair is not decorative, but the brush is applied, the more it seems to pass in a playgirl.

"... it's not a teahouse?

It was Kuzha who spoke the question I thought.

Tea houses and coffee shops probably don't make much difference as a meaning. Both are places to catch a breath or have a snack.

However, when it comes to coffee shops, it is western-style, and when it comes to teahouses, it has an image of Japanese style. It seems like a detail, but as a flow, I think what you deserve now is a teahouse, like Kuzha said.

"No, no, no, no, there's like a pile of teahouses in the Republic. We are an ancestral coffee shop. For the first time in the Republic, this is the first ancestor to bring cake and parfait culture!

Mr. Satsuki waved exaggerated and strained his chest, which was too big.

I don't know where cakes and parfaits originate in this other world, but she seems to be the first to start it in the Republic.

... That's not an impossible story.

I don't know how long vampires live, but they're probably considerably longer than humans. It's just an image from my last life, or another world, but vampires don't get very old.

I've never heard of how old Mr. Satsuki is, so it's a mystery, but I don't think he's the right age.

That's self-declared, but what I said, I guess it's true.

"Um, Mr. Satsuki, how old are you...?

"I am seventeen years old forever......!

Mr. Satsuki's tension with his thumbs up and a nice face certainly feels like a teenager. Well, that's just a lie.

"Iris is 687, by the way."

"Huh!? Mr. Iris is over 300 years older than my mother!?

"You both didn't say terrible things where you weren't in person?

I feel like women's age topics are out, but are there between women? Instead, Mr. Satsuki, my age seems cloudy.

Mentally, I'm a man, so I don't know that. I looked out again, feeling something hard on the blooming Girls Talk in the carriage.

The view from the window includes not only cherry blossoms, but also colorful flowers.

This is a different world, but there are cherry blossoms. So are those flowers that you can see through this window, flowers that are still in my world?

In my memory, I'm sure she would know that if she were still in that world, but it was refreshing to me.

Leave the uplifting Mr. Satsuki and Kuzha alone, and I close my eyes.

You'll get to the city while you're taking a nap. Just a little more, I decided to sleep.