The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

The meadows at night were full of cold air. For the sun went down during the journey, and the night came.

The scent of blue-smelling grass is cooled and touches the sense of smell stronger than during the day.

Speaking to Zeno-kun and Mr. Fernote, the three of us came a short distance from the carriage.

If Kuzha's right, he's almost here...

"I can't smell the beast... Kuzha, are you sure it's this way?

"Whatever the other creatures are, the beast is used to sniffing. It seems to hide well in the smell of grass, but it's for sure."

I see. If Kuzha says so, is there any mistake?

You seem to have hunted and lived a lot long before you met me, and you can trust that sense of smell.

"Hmm..."

Next to having a conversation, it's Mr. Richelle looking around with his imaginary face.

In contrast to Kuzha, who stands ear to ear as a sign of vigilance, she also looks somewhere fun to shake her long ear.

"You're a werewolf demon. I don't see much in the devil continent, especially in my territory, but it's a cunning hunting species."

"Mr. Richelle, do you understand?

"Yes, I can already see it. Unfortunately, they are not very tasty…"

Sincerely unfortunately, Mr. Richelle exhales. He was willing to eat.

Regardless of the shame of the reason I sighed, the way the light blonde shakes in the night breeze to reflect the moonlight was well visible on brown skin and beautiful. If you don't know anything, you can call it a terribly fantastic sight.

"So, Richelior Arc Valeria. As head of the Valerian family, I will show you my strength."

Ugh, and purple eyes are narrowed, probably because they concentrated, not laughed.

Thin fingers creep through the air and move, eventually protruding into heaven. The spread five fingers seem to try to grab the air, somewhere fantastic.

It's a race that's good at magic, so I guess I still use magic. The anticipation I had thought so was betrayed with one breath.

"It doesn't flow down, Heavenly Hua." Lawrence Comet ""

The moment the word was spun, it came.

Coming down from the sky was a bow with a shape that looked like running water or like the trajectory of a meteor.

The large bow, also as tall as Mr. Richelle's, reflects the moonlight and shines in the color of the pale. With his fingers gently on, the strings were stretched out as a flower blooming under the moon.

Kuzha opens her eyes and says what it is.

"It's a magic tool (artifact)......!?

"I couldn't use this kid in custody because he had to call me... but that constraint has disappeared already. Then Master Alger, Master Kuzha. It's an awkward move, so please smile."

Smiling thinly, Mr. Richelle looked at the meadow. Is the bow only slightly inclined because you're after it?

The big bow that Richelle called "Lawrence Comet" is not connected with the arrow at the heart. However, artifacts are a special weapon. It feeds on the magic of its owners and causes phenomena that are not normally possible.

"I don't wish."

Words were spinning, and after all, a phenomenon specific to the artifact occurred.

The bowstring shines like a star in the night sky and converges at your fingertips. A golden light illuminates a pale bow.

The more you feel even a little further away, the more magic touches your skin. Evidence is that the gold arrow that appeared was undoubtedly created by Mr. Richelle's magic.

"As long as you have magic, do you mean bows that don't need arrows"

"Fundamental powers are. And now, that's enough...... heh!

An unleashed string pops out an arrow of magic.

The night air was torn apart and the light rushed through like a meteor.

The sound of wind cutting and the sound of grass scattering. And the screams of the beast echo at night.

"We hit it......!

At the same time that Kuzha's words came through, I understood them too. Because the night breeze brought in the smell of blood.

"It's not even edible. So you won't have to shoot everything. Wolves are clever things. With a few more shots, you should choose to retreat yourself."

Rin's voice sounded, Mr. Richelle bowed down once and took a deep breath. It's a motion that resembles remnants of a bow.

"Go on, I don't wish"

Voices echoed again at night and stars appeared.

Mr. Richelle is sure to overlap his shooting with a move he can take even if he is relaxed.

By the time she had finished the fourth shooting and it was time to feel the smell of blood getting thicker, she had finally completely lowered the "Falling Flow Comet".

"You seem to be retreating...... I can see the shaking of the grass moving away"

From the mouthfeel, Mr. Richelle seems to be visually grasping the movements of the wolves.

Something pedigree or does she possess visual enhancement skills? Either way, he seems to have a good looking eye.

"I'm sorry for them, but if there's a smell of carnivorous blood, no other beast will lean on them either. Now you can rest assured while you eat."

While making the words, Mr. Richelle put up a big bow.

A streamline-shaped bow flutters away from his hand and ascends into the night sky.

We dropped off the stars returning to the sky.

"That bow is usually floating in the sky...?

"Yes, it is in the sky, just like the stars, and only appears when the owner calls it. No matter, you can call them during the day."

"... that, how do you contract?

A contract with an artifact is made by sending magic into it. I went through it the other day, and I made a pact with a knife called "Dream Sleep Pity."

I don't think I can make a deal because I can't shed magic on a bow in the air.

"It's the usual bow until I sign the contract. You can't put yourself in the sky until you've made a pact."

"Hmm...... I see. That's funny."

"Yes, he's a good kid, not a regular luggage"

The same goes for not being luggage, but it's a powerful advantage to be able to take the form of an immediate summons even if you don't look armed.

When I first met Mr. Richelle, I guess that's why she was being held captive so she couldn't even spin words.

"Then let's go back, Master Algiers, Master Kuzha"

"Well, I guess it's about time we had dinner."

"Yes, they say that today's dedication is the hare that Master Kuzha has hunted, and I'm actually very excited about it"

"... I'm drooling, but what are you talking about this guy"

"He said he's looking forward to the rabbits in the field that Kuzha has caught."

"... I could only hunt eight wings, so please do as much."

Normally, it's too much, but with Mr. Richelle, it's really little.

We went back to the carriage, realizing the difference from our previous journey in a strange way.

It goes without saying that Mr. Richelle has since flattened all of Kuzha's hunting achievements. It was Mr. Dark Elf, who was fuel-efficient whether he worked or not.