The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

When I heard the scream, I went into the carriage. What I saw was a pretty bad sight.

Specifically, Kuzha was using Bushiha, her body for her part, to hold Xeno-kun down.

I don't care how you look at it, the fox is the worse guy, but Kuzha's eyes have obvious anger, and it's just an atmosphere that won't happen.

"What's up, Kuzha? Zeno-kun did something to you?

"Xeno...... to such a child?

"I didn't! Because I didn't! Why does it feel like you even suspect Mr. Fernote!?

"Yeah, I'm not doing anything. The problem is, it's this way!

Tell me, where Kuzha pointed her finger. There's a person sitting down in a crate.

The man was dressed in white, his whole body carefully wrapped around him from the top with something like a belt.

Everything from hair, eyes, ears, hands and feet is sealed with a leather belt for each garment. Besides, the wrists and ankles are chained together and even come with iron balls.

Though tightly restrained for a long time, the swelling in his chest was accentuated because he was wrapped around a guinea pig, and he could see that it was the woman sitting back.

"Huh, huh, huh."

A woman in custody uttered such a voice.

Language translation skills did not work well. Instruments are attached so that they are forced to half-open in her mouth. Is that what you call an opener? Probably to feed a minimal diet, oh yeah.

White teeth with good teeth, bright red lips and tongue. That's about all I can see of her own color, so tightly packed.

"... uh, is that Xeno-kun's hobby?

"You can't be!?

I asked him once because it felt like I couldn't tell the difference, and he immediately denied it.

I know it's not exactly Xeno-kun's hobby, but it's a little too much for a customer.

Instead of handling the load, wouldn't the Beast still be treated better?

"What about this man, Mr. Fernote?

"... he picked it up a while before he came to Sacramento Mia. I was about to be sold as a slave, sort of."

Hey, I was clouded by the word, but it's obvious that Mr. Fernote is involved. This guy won't be able to overlook that kind of thing.

Perhaps Mr. Fernot took the initiative to help her, rather than Xeno-kun.

... There's no point in Kuzha getting angry about this.

Kuzha, who is still standing fox ears like she wants angry spears, was treated like a slave when she met me.

Whether its recoil or originally that kind of temperament, Kuzha pretty much hates people who take people's freedom at will. Even to Mr. Elsie, he had a clear hostility.

If that Kuzha sees a sight like this, it's natural to be angry.

This carriage belongs to Xeno-kun, and you two just met. I can't help but suspect my place of work.

"Kuzha. They say it has nothing to do with Zeno-kun's hobbies or his work."

"... Really?

"That's what you said earlier..."

When I told him, Kuzha finally pulled Bushiha in for a minute.

Though he looks like a child, the power of the beast man. Xeno-kun, who had been held back, coughed up and breathed painfully with his kernel, and then introduced me to someone who was again in custody.

"Mr. Fernote is right, the person I saved a while ago... the restraint is under a powerful curse and I can't take it off any way I can"

"... is that person for every favor"

"Yeah. Because it's what I helped. I was wondering if you could take the restraints off and help me get them home, Mr. Alger."

"... is that in return for Xeno-kun?

"Being so severely captive means having a rare species or powerful power. If you're a rare species, even at the tip of your nails, it's worth it financially, and if you have powerful powers, you might be able to help when you go to dangerous places to buy it."

"... well, sure"

It almost seems pre-built, but I feel like I'm going through my muscles as a merchant.

Xeno-kun is a pedestrian, but he doesn't know if he can give it back to me or not, and it doesn't feel like it works just for a simple loss. I guess I feel strongly responsible or I'll take good care of it when I pick it up.

Either way, if you ask me to return the favor, I have no right of veto.

"Okay, I'll take it off the curse first"

The other guy just spills something that can't be taken from words or exhale because of the opener, and it's unclear if he realizes this one exists.

If we don't break the curse first, we can't even talk. Judging by that, I concentrated my consciousness.

The magic in me. Collect it in the palm of your hand and create magic.

"Please come off"

Spin the right words for activation and the power will spread the way you wanted it to.

The magical curse is easily succeeded, and a large number of belts wrapped around the woman's entire body fall off alone when they do.

It was as if the butterfly sanagi had taken off its shell and spread its wings, and the white cloak hung. Apparently, instead of clothes, they were wrapped around every coat.

The white clothes were, by the way, embroidered in black and gold, and seemed pretty fancy.

It made a sound that was lighter than it looked properly, and the chain that was restraining my hands and feet was broken.

"Mm-hmm."

With words, the opener spills onto the floor.

The long, crisp hair is pale blonde. From that gap, his pinky ears glanced at his face.

Because I suddenly saw the light, my purple eyes burst into tears.

A smooth, beautiful, eye-catching face. The brown body is overall thin and has a delicate impression.

"Dark Elves......!?

"Beautiful for a long time... but rare seeds have emerged"

Mr. Fernote's surprising voice and Xeno-kun's strangely sober voice echoed the carriage.

The brown woman, known as Dark Elf, looked around shivers as she wiped her fingers of tears.

The way I saw it, it looked like a sister, but the way I looked at the scenery in my eyes looked intriguingly like a girl.

"... where are we?

The first meaningful voice I let go is, naturally, doubtful.

"What are you saying...?

"... Xeno. Right now. Okay?

"No... some elves and dark elves use a certain pedigree-specific language from time immemorial, so I guess that's it..."

She seems to use a pretty rare word to see you two and one hissing in a bewildered way.

Language translation skills are useful at times like this. Any word translates the meaning, and this one delivers the meaning.

"This is the Republic."

"Republic...... Yotsuba Republic, right?

"Yes, and we have no enemies for you."

"Yeah. That's, I know. Because the warm light that lifted the curse earlier seems to be yours."

"Yes. My name is Argent Van Peel. Algiers is fine because it's a long time."

"Dear Alger, right? My name is Richelior Arc Valeria. I hope you'll call me Richelle."

Some way to bow was flattering and elegant, and I could see the goodness of growing up.

For much longer than this one lowers her head, dripping her hair as thin as gold thread, she ends her bow.

The continuation of my introduction came as I bowed my shapely lips and eyes and moved my ears even longer than mine.

"As the thirty-sixth generation lord of the Valerian family, we rule the territory even though it is small on the Devil's Continent. In the name of the Valerian family, thank you for your help this time."

- On the way to spinning the words, a loud noise sounded.

It was the sound of Mr. Richelle's own stomach that ruined the Rin air created by the grand words, without clearly precipitating.

"Ahhh..."

"... From what I've seen, I guess I couldn't even eat most of the rice, why don't we have breakfast for now? I'm hungry, too."

I have a lot of trouble communicating what I hear to the Zenos. That's what I suggested.

Ms. Richelle was shy enough that her brown skin stained the Zhu, but with a voice that seemed to disappear,

"also, sorry...... please......"

He seemed pretty embarrassed, but he didn't deny it, so I guess he's pretty hungry.

Xeno-kun is a pedestrian, so make it a sale. Make it our own. We should have enough ingredients.

It's also something that came up with words I'm not familiar with like the Devil's Continent, and you'd better start by trying to organize your information over dinner.