The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

A curse hangs around my body. With my resistance, I am restricted in movement.

There's not a single pile of this stuff if Mr. Fernote takes it. Instead of moving one finger, even consciousness would be pruned.

Even I get so tired that I don't even like to move my mouth.

"It hurts, it hurts... go away"

But that's as far as it goes.

If you turn it off with healing magic no matter how much you stick around, there's no such thing. Oh, it's refreshing.

"Algiers...... Enough?

Yes, thanks to you.

To be honest, I still have a little fluffy feeling in my body, but I can't even just be sweet.

Mr. Fernote helped me, not to lose any danger. And yet you can't expect me to watch Mr. Fernote's crisis in silence.

Remove the torn clothes replacement from the blood box. Now that we're out of Japanese clothes, we only have maid clothes on hand, so that's it.

I usually don't really care about skin exposure, but I just want to avoid exposing my skin in front of that sticky gaze anymore.

"... you're returning early, Argent"

"Maybe it's because of this space"

I was still quite tired when I left the restraint, but the moment I stepped into this space following Mr. Fernote, I was feeling a little better.

Probably thanks to the glowing red magic formation at your feet. You can think of it as being rigged to reinforce vampires.

"No matter how many times you come, you can't beat me, can you?

"Right. As it is now, perhaps."

I'm just treating my powers the way they are.

Mr. Elsie doesn't just treat his powers, he thinks and uses them.

Though there are words that control rigidity softly, that's exactly right.

What is in front of you is not the opponent you can beat by wielding your power over the dark clouds.

And I just found that out, and there's no way I can do this right away.

The more overwhelming the lack of experience. I just did a small job with a baking blade and I don't think it would do much good.

Still - I still have a hand in mind.

"Mr. Fernote, could you step back?

"Huh!? Hey, hey! That would usually be where you offer to fight together!?

"It is... because I don't know what will happen to me either"

In uncertain calculations, it's just resistant to let someone you know in.

There is no guarantee that what we are about to do will work or not. I hope it helps somehow.

He had a feeling something was going on with me, and Mr. Elsie asked.

"There's a card that hasn't been cut yet, is there?

"Clams or hassles, I don't know."

Removing it from the bloodbox is a single knife.

It was given to me by Oswald, a minotaur I met in the woods on the outskirts of a country called the Kingdom.

It's called a magic tool (artifact), and it seems to be a special tool that exerts its power by contracting with its owner, but its effect is unknown. Because I don't have a deal with this.

Shirin - The sound of a clatter played a majestic tone somewhere.

"Algiers, that... how could you have such a magic tool (artifact)!?

"I don't know what kind of abilities... because if you don't do everything you can think of, I'm sure you're no match for that guy"

Mr. Fernote seems terribly surprised. Maybe you know about this knife.

I think I'll ask, but it's a waste of time. Let's just finish the contract.

I don't know how to sign a contract with a magic tool (artifact), but I do somehow.

I just have it, and I don't know what the blade in my hand wants - wonder, because it passed on.

"I give you my magic."

Spin words and send magic into the sword.

The glow in my hand trembles joyfully and has heat as if trying to mingle with me.

... This is, remember?

In my head, memories of someone who wasn't me poured in.

It's not clear, it's terribly fragmented.

Someone bloody, someone smiling in it. And the rage that evaporates even tears.

Two blades carefully struck and born and dropped as if licking the blood shed.

"..." Dream Sleep Pity ""

The moment we call the names that come to mind with nature, we feel completely connected to each other.

Now this knife, The Dream Sleep Pity, is mine.

The contract was completed correctly.

"It's ironic."

Fragmented, but knowing why this knife was struck, I shrug.

Whoever created this struck this with a presence like mine - for the entity to erase the obscure.

He cursed every shot, waved the hammer, and burned the blade again by anger. And he hated the devil.

Please, so that I could kill what took my loved one, just in the hope of vengeance, I gave birth to it like a tear from my heart burning with hatred. Shake off even the heart that pities those who have lost it.

Of the two swords I could do that, one is in my hand now. It would be one of those things the producer wanted to kill, in the hands of a vampire.

"But tools are just tools"

Even if the blacksmith who struck this didn't intend to, my hand now holds this blade and I can't override the fact that I made the contract.

I can see nature and the ability to 'dream sleep pity' as if the knife itself could teach me.

Fortunately, this ability would suffice against Mr Elsie.

Because this is a blade to put fantasies, shapeless things, endless things, to sleep forever.

"I'm coming."

My body is feeling better now. The benefit of the magic formation at your feet, or lighter than usual.

Take full force from the first step and accelerate. It reaches the highest speed in an instant.

"Huh...!?

"Probably hurts a little"

The purpose is not to take life. The attack is not a lethal position, enough position to disable, aim at the arm.

The speed of the polar swing even left the wind, causing the blade to run away.

"Fogging...!!

He just thought he had to make an emergency evasion, and Mr. Elsie turns his body into fog.

Watching it fog gold, I wondered if it was silver when I fogged it, what a thought - I shook the blade to clear the fog of gold.

"-!?

A scream without a voice is raised and Mr. Elsie materializes.

The black dress on which she appeared was ripped apart and the bright white complexion underneath was exposed to the moonlight.

Interesting, not that. The attack was only shallow because the opponent materialized the moment it was slashed. That's just sharp.

You must have been quite surprised, opening your red eyes and your opponent shrugging.

"You slashed me fogged......!?

"This is, this knife..." Dream Sleep Pity ". It's a magic artifact that lets you 'slay the shapeless'."

Instead of taming it, re-grip it to make sure it feels like sucking on your hand like you miss it.

A blade that can cut any intangible thing. That's Dream Sleep Pity.

Flames, winds, curses, mists, even light can be cut off. I need magic to exert my powers, but it's not a big deal for me to possess immense magic.

A blade for wrapping untouchable beings, out of reach, in eternal sleep.

To endless melancholy, like a sleeping lotus in a dream.

... I don't think dying is like sleeping, though.

What I thought was my opinion.

The producer must have 'dreamed' of this blade. That's fine, then.

In a way, I'll put up a knife with a name like mine again.

"If you want to back off, now is the time. It's a bad weapon for vampires."

"Huh..."

Blonde hair in a torn dress and silver hair in made-up clothes. Looking at the outfit, it looks like a squire worked a wolf on his husband.

With such boredom in mind, only a few moments passed - Mr. Elsie moved.

He dropped his shoulder and pulled out his strength.

"Exactly. I don't have enough hands either."

"... will you give up?

To be honest, it was surprising.

Because I thought he was a bad person to give up, but he started to say he was going to retreat lightly.

Surprised, Mr. Elsie smiled. Not a grin as evil as a crack, but somewhere satisfied and sunny.

"I'll just change the day. The sun will be out soon. Then my time will be over."

"... go"

"Algiers!? You're letting me get away with this!?

"Yes, probably because, as insurance for that matter, you're taking hostages."

"Hostages...... Residents of Rencia!?

"Hehe, that's my bride, you know that! Yeah, something I said I wouldn't take hostage for surrender, but I didn't say I wouldn't take hostage for retreat!

Flip the torn dress, Mr. Elsie turns. The brilliance of red scattered instantly shattered, creating mist.

Again the converging fog shapes the unconscious. The inhabitants of this village.

"I haven't broken the curse yet. It's awful when you get your hands on me, isn't it?

"There will be no coverage to solve it."

"Hehe. I'll curse you properly. Your good fight... fight irrationally, spare your posture."

"You're telling me to believe those words?

"Wait, Mr. Fernote.... is that true?

"Yeah, sure. (Squeaks) But your resistance was so great... I want it more and more, Argento. Now I'll treat you more attentively, so we'll play again!

Without putting a question mark on it and saying so as a teaser, the other person changed his body.

One small bat, similar to her hair decoration, looking like a deformed one, flips wings and runs through the night sky.

"... you really got away. Was it good?

"I think maybe this is the one you missed,"

If that were to bother you, you could have forced the hostages to surrender instead of retreat to their shields.

Even though I said it myself, you could do more than just discipline the word not to make the hostages a reason to surrender and miss them. Though I don't think I owe it.

"Ha..."

The crisis has left. That's what I thought made me lose power all at once.

A soft sensation took hold of me fluttering and about to fall back. [M]

"Algiers, it's okay!?

"Mr. Fernote... Excuse me, please..."

"Yeah, yeah, what!?

"Mine, come with me... give me Kuzha..."

"Friend...... that fox-eared kid? Then I'll leave it to Xeno. It's okay."

"Really... good............ thank you, cushion...... Fernote,......"

"Wait a minute, what did I just say to you!?

Dangerous. The feeling of hitting the back of my head is so fuzzy. So I almost called it a cushion.

If you try to keep your back, something of outrageous mass wraps your head around it. Oh, this is a great pillow......

"Algiers!? Hey, say Algiers!?

"Mm... heh, mmm... guh..."

"Don't sleep with people's breasts on their pillows!? Hey, ah, but Algiers smells good...... not!? Wake up!?

I hear a screaming protest, but fatigue is already at its limit, so let me ignore it.

Fluffy drowsiness invites me, like a sleeping lotus floating in water.

I let go of my energy to connect and stop consciousness, and I floated in my dreams.