The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"So, Algiers. Because vampires live a lot longer than normal creatures... hey, you hear me?

"Ah, yes. I'm listening. I've heard so much about you."

I'm really listening, but that's what I'm gonna say and nod.

Returning from Lencia, we were clear and free, returning to May, Satsuki's house and shop.

There was a holiday bill on May's entrance, but Mr. Satsuki was just outside and bowled it together, so he was led straight to the residence area.

In the living room of the neighborhood now, Mr. Iris arranges a large number of snacks and drinks and serves them up.

I mean, we got caught drunk early on when we left.

"Iris. You shouldn't drink too much. Even though it's shaded, it's still daylight."

"Go out with Satsuki too..."

"No matter how much Iris asks, I will do everything in my power to refuse. It's a Yankee Go Home in Kingdom."

Although the language translation is subtly feeling weird because of the mix of republican and kingdom languages, it seems that Mr. Satsuki doesn't drink alcohol anyway.

Iris, the one who was turned down, inflates his cheeks enormously, showing displeasure.

"Hmm... Me, I'm drinking alone? As you can see, I miss you?

"Vampires are basically vulnerable to alcohol. You know that."

"Really?

"Yeah, well... Iris is a special case. Algiers shouldn't drink in a detour, either, because it's normal for a normal vampire to be so vulnerable to alcohol that it goes down with a glass of pork mouth, right?

I'm curious about the reason for this information, but Satsuki talks rarely and seriously, so I honestly nodded.

Are vampires vulnerable to alcohol? Maybe you should remember.

By the way, when Mr. Crowe left, he went for a walk to escape.

Apparently he knew how drunken trouble was. Mr. Satsuki receives meat from the honey eater well.

Originally a friendly Mr. Iris, but that seems to accelerate when alcohol comes in.

To be honest, tangled liquor is a pain in the ass, so I want to leave it and take a nap, but I don't know what I'm going to do when I do, so I have no choice but to hang out.

Kuzha has it on the table with me, but obviously she's stumbling through Mr. Iris's story and obsessed with her knob. He was a lot hungry on the move from Lencia to here.

Since the meal on the move was qualitative with conservation-oriented bread, I can't help it. Kuzha, I eat a lot.

All the knickknacks arranged on the table are excellent and no matter what you eat, they won't come off. The flavour is intense to suit the alcohol, and the chopsticks naturally progress.

Kuzha-chan smiled with a full smile, as she spoke of my feelings of admiration.

"Mr. Satsuki's food, it's delicious!

"Hehe. That's good. Oh, I recommend this. It is flavored with noodles and ingredients in a sweet and spicy sauce... Yep, they say Yaxova. How about you, Algiers?

"Yeah, it's delicious"

Although some strangely familiar menus are mixed up, that also sounds good.

It all sounds like Mr. Satsuki's handmade, but where did you find out about the recipe?

As far as Japanese clothing is concerned, there are many cultures in this other world that are similar to the one I was in. Has it developed naturally, or has someone been reincarnated besides me, and that person brought it in?

Either way, there's no reason to hate the taste I miss. Tasting honestly, Mr. Iris exhaled a sigh of alcohol.

"Ha, I wish I had a sino..."

"What is Cino... an employee?

"Yes. sino ichinose. You're in charge of our barista, or coffee. I left yesterday, saying I was looking for some good beans... but I'm sorry I didn't see Algiers."

"Oh, really?"

They just misplaced it. I wonder what he's like.

The people in this store are not bad people, but they are tight, so I wonder if the same goes for someone named Sino.

"Speaking of which, a congressman told me... that once you accompanied Mr. Akisame about Lencia's inspection, right?

"Ah, yes. It was a good place."

"Hehe. I guess so. Good honey is picked there every year, and it's idyllic. Then why don't we make a cake with Rencia's honey?"

Mr. Satsuki smiled and stood up - where the tone of the bell indicating the visitor sounded. Though it's the holiday bills that are on, they're not keyed.

Satsuki, the shopkeeper, was still the one who responded most sensitively to the sound that had gone through the coffee shop and sounded as far as the residence area.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask you something."

"I'm off today. Say no to anything but that, Satsuki."

"I know, I know. After this, I have to show my face to the commercial guild about the street repairs I delivered the other day."

Waving flirtatiously, Mr. Satsuki leaves the table. Then came back after a few minutes.

Mr. Satsuki smiled here when he came back,

"I have a visitor for Algiers."

"To me...? Ok. Thank you."

Customer. Zeno's the first thing that comes to mind when you say that.

There must still be a day before he returns to the commercial guild, but it could even be early. That should get the message.

He didn't tell me where I was staying, but he was with Mr. Fumitsuki in the commercial guild. Being here would be somewhat predictable for someone who was there.

It's also a reason to get away from drunkenness, just fine. In conclusion, I decided to welcome the customer.

If you're the right person, you have to return the favor.