The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Mmm... it's been a while since I've slept through it, but it's still warm"

I sighed contentedly as I twirled into a black robe.

It's a little big, but that's good again. If you use it like a sleeping bag when you take a nap, it works great for sleeping.

Unlike before, he pays properly, so he can keep his body casually.

I tried to make sure I was comfortable and I lay down. Well, then, take a nap.

"- Algiers? Are you awake?

"Hmm... fifty hours to go..."

"That's a long time!?

A penetration came with a screaming voice. As always, it's a resounding reaction if you hit it.

If I woke myself up to a voice I could hear, the other person was certainly someone I knew.

Brown hair in odd-eyed eyes, wrapped together in a side tail. And heavily asserted boobs. A former knight, Mr. Fernote.

Mr. Fernote has a well-shaped eyebrow and a heartbroken face. With his eyes unwilling to hide his emotions, he threw words here.

"As always, if you leave me alone, I'll sleep forever."

"I can't believe it's forever... I can illuminate it..."

"I'm not praising you!? I'm not complimenting you at all!?

"What can I do for you, by the way?

"You're switching fast!?... for nothing, I came to call you because I was ready for dinner. Look, come quickly. You can eat all that dark elf and kuzha."

"Really, thank you"

I love to take a nap, but I also like to eat.

I can sleep well for a nap after I've swelled my stomach, so there's no reason to say no.

When I went outside the carriage, the daytime sun lit up my silver hair and sparkled.

... Nice weather.

Although vampires are not supposed to get out under the sun, in my case they were given a particularly high ability when reincarnating, so the light of day is fine.

I'm glad I took the resistance to the sun's light because napping in the sun is a pleasant thing.

"Good morning, Mr. Alger."

"Good morning, Kuzha"

Kuzha, my friend, greets me with a pimply shake of a fox's ear.

There's so much to be missed, and this is how we travel together. My first friend in another world... rather than just her, I only have friends.

Next to it sits a brown-skinned woman, courteously bowing down here. Light golden hair swayed.

Richelior Alc Valeria. AKA Mr. Richelle. Xeno-kun picked it up, it's a dark elf woman.

You seem to be the lord of the continent across the ocean, and sending her that far is the purpose of my journey now.

Mr. Richelle narrowed his purple eyes and threw words here.

"Good morning, Master Alger"

"Yeah. Good morning, Mr. Richelle."

The reason she talks to me intimately is language.

Although I have special skills in translating any language, the words she speaks are not the same as those spoken by Kuzha and the others. Kuzha and the others are in republican, and Mr. Richelle seems to have a somewhat difficult word, the old Spirit language.

I mean, I'm the only one who can communicate clearly with Mr. Richelle because he speaks different words to each other.

Because of that, this big, dark elf talks to me a lot. I have no reason to be evil, and in some cases I pass it on to everyone, so I don't mind.

"Let's leave when we've picked a meal"

That said, Xeno-kun prepares the horses' bait, and then he comes here.

The carriage we ride is pulled by three horses. One of them is a horse named Neguseau, whom I met when I was in a country called the Kingdom.

As always, Neguseau is eating the fed bait as he rocks his fluffy tendencies into the wind like a sleeping place.

Apparently, he's doing well with the other horses. Just horses.

The power of language translation extends to animals, so I can talk to him as well. The personality is quite tannic, or it seems manly.

For now, leave me alone because I look fine, and I'll get the toast Xeno-kun gave me. The contents were soup full of vegetables.

"Thank you, Xeno-kun. Hmm... so, uh, what was it? Sure...... Big Butt Hair Vault"

Cyril, it's a big safe.

"Oh, yeah. That's it. How much longer will it take?

"At this rate, it's before lunch tomorrow"

Yeah, well, we'll take another nap when we eat.

I think about that while I dip the dried bread in the soup.

Kuzha opened her mouth as she sank bread into the soup in the same way.

"Cyril, when it comes to big vaults, you're just making money."

"Right. It's a money mill built by a woman named Cyril who unites the world's currencies into one type."

"Mogu... well, you've been able to unify your currency"

"The anti-counterfeiting magic used in cyrillic coins is so sophisticated and impossible to imitate. However, if you withdraw the magic in a coin with the skill of merchant magic, you lose value as a currency…"

Xeno-kun answers our questions carefully.

Everything Zeno-kun said that when saving Kuzha in the honey village of Rencia, he used a skill called merchant magic.

This is about unlocking the anti-counterfeiting magic that is embedded in currency and converting it into magic, and doing this no longer makes sense as a currency. It seems to be literally an act of "hanging up" for a merchant.

"So any coins that lose their magic will have to be delivered to the Cyril Grand Vault, right?

"Yes. That's how it's decided in a commercial guild. I'll be stopping by, sorry."

"No, Xeno-kun came to help us, and that's fine."

"Thank you"

We finished our meal as we reconfirmed our plans and intentions for the future.

Except for about one.

"Momogu..."

It is the dark elf woman who is still eating.

Mr. Richelle is shaking his long brown ears and cheeks dry bread in an upbeat manner.

"... you eat really well"

Mr. Fernote sighs as if he's stunned, but because he can't speak, Mr. Richelle doesn't know what he's being told. I hung my neck with the bread on my cheeks, so I said, "Eat slowly," and took the extra bread.

"Food, are you okay with this?"

Say what you've thought so many times before, again.

Mr. Richelle eats. Eat well. Eat as much as you don't know how it might fit in that stomach.

At first I thought Dark Elves were all like that, but they're not.

Mr. Richelle says he eats only a little better than people. Yeah, a few definitions are for each person, right?

"Thanks to Mr. Alger, I was wondering if I could handle it."

"Hmm... well, if Xeno-kun says so"

It's what a traveling businessman says. There will be no mistake.

The skill I possess, Blood Box, is the skill that holds items. Now in it, a lot of food is packed.

Even if I say it's packed, I don't have the capacity limit because of the maximum skill level.

I also know that they have food in them as much as at least ten people are likely to be eaten for a month or so. Still, it just makes me nervous when I can eat this far every meal.

"It was a treat. It was delicious."

With all due respect, Mr. Richelle himself bowed politely and gracefully.