The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"That's huge!

The size of Kuzha's voice represented the size of the building.

The fox-eared girl and I look up to what can be described as a giant shadow nestled in a meadow.

In a nutshell, it was a pyramid painted in three colors.

Tricolors of copper, silver and gold from the bottom. I could easily imagine that you are aware of Cyril, the currency of this world.

"I see, copper silyl, silver silyl, gold silyl, huh? It's quite remarkable, but I wonder if it's all right."

"Right. Stand out so far, aren't you being targeted by bandits and such?

I was told I was a bandit and the first thing I thought of was an interesting threesome I knew, but let's shut up.

A pedestrian answers the questions of the knight and the fox daughter with a grin.

"Cyril the Great Vault is protected by the Spirit who manages it and by the powerful Golem. So far, nothing has succeeded in breaking the safe. I've never been here before... but that's what I hear from my guild senior."

It's like a world with bandits and not a single city around it.

I thought there would be some sort of trick at the time it was built this way, but that's still what it seems to be.

"Cyril the Great Vault...... I heard rumors, but this is my first visit"

Mr. Richelle shrugged, as somewhere heartbeat.

Cyril seems to be out in her hometown, even on the Devil's Continent, which separates the sea, so I guess there's something to think about.

"By the way, how do you get in here?

From what I've seen, there's nothing like a door. The tri-colored pyramid is like a finished puzzle, the parts are tightly closed.

If it's my fogging skills, I might put it in through a gap somewhere, but that's a little subtle as a way of getting in. It's more of an intrusion than a visit.

If you're making coins here, there's got to be an entrance or exit to carry the coins that you could...

"Then don't worry. I have contacted you beforehand."

At the same time Zeno-kun said that, the ground rocked.

It's not irregular like an earthquake, it's a regular shake that was somewhere orderly. Unexpectedly fluttered, Mr. Fernote can support you.

"Ah, competent cushions......!!

"Where are you talking about?!?

It's a chest story, a giant triangle moved as I tried to say.

As the door opens, some parts pull in.

When the shake subsided, there was a hole in our front.

An extra horizontal width was created for one carriage to pass by, and Kuzha rounded her eyes,

"That's amazing... is it some kind of magic?

"Machinery, they say, is controlled by technology."

Machinery was a familiar but unfamiliar word.

... there are machines in this world too?

The other world I was reincarnated into, or the world I'm in, was about the level of civilization in the Middle Ages when it felt like I'd looked around before.

The streets are made of stone, and people's livelihoods are close to nature. It's the carriage, not the car, that's running.

Actually, water wheels and the like can also be called machines by definition, but when I hear the word machine from someone else's mouth like this, it's just a little uncomfortable. That's about it, this world is immature as a civilization.

When I wandered through the stone gates wondering, I was illuminated by nostalgic brightness.

"... is this, electricity?

Illuminating passages from the ceiling is undoubtedly the light of civilization.

There is no warmth like the sun, no swaying like a candle or lamp.

A world where clear, but cold light illuminates. I feel nostalgic or anxious.

The white, organized floor was also like a hospital, even like a temple.

I guess it's still unusual around curious Kuzha as well as even Mr. Fernote just asking around.

"... oh, you're here"

Following Xeno-kun's gaze, a white shadow appeared from the other side of the hallway.

A cylindrical white body comes reflecting artificial light.

"Golem... that's a very exquisite thing too"

Leaks a voice that Mr. Richelle was impressed with.

While doing so, the Golem came as close as this one.

A mascot as tall as his waist. On a cylindrical body, the head is round as wide as a Dafuku cake. My feet seem to be as multilegged as spiders.

The light on his head looked like the first.

"Is this the rumor, Cyril's golem... Gentlemen, the carriage is fine with the golem, so let's go in the back. I think the Spirit of the Great Vault is waiting."

"The Spirit of the Great Vault...... that sounds awesome!

"It's the first time I've seen you, too. I wonder what he's like."

Xeno-kun strokes Xeno-kun's head with a laugh as he tilts his neck. They look like good brothers and sisters, and it's a smiling sight.

Of the three horses pulling the carriage, send a gaze to Neguseau. Neguseau, as usual, blew his nose roughly,

"Okay, let's give it a break. Algiers, call me if you need anything."

Neguseau and I can communicate our intentions by the effect of language translation, and we have a blood contract. If it's a simple favor, I can tell you even if you're away.

Gently stroke the black fur and make it a temporary farewell greeting.

That's how we leave the carriage and the five of us go down the hallway.

Less than a few minutes on foot, I got out where I opened it.

It was a large hall-shaped place to call a hall.

The light illuminating from the ceiling is still an artificial brilliance, with equal brightness scattered around every corner of the hall.

I couldn't feel the smell or the wind, it was completely different from the outside world I was in earlier. My feet get a little anxious about the feeling as if I've come to another world again.

"Dear Algiers, what have you done?

"... no, nothing"

Mr. Richelle seems worried, but this feels like I'm the only one who's reincarnated. I won't be able to help you talk about it.

Properly cloud the words and turn around. I could see a woman coming down the front stairs in slow footsteps.

Some of them come rocking redheads like copper coins are big enough women.

Specifically, Mr. Fernote has a large chest. Every time I go down the stairs, I'm shaking to the point where it sounds so puffy.

I don't think he's that tall, but his chest was weird and powerful because of his much bigger breasts.

The decorated luxury cane is dazzling like a gold coin, and the eyes staring at this one shine like a silver coin.

……

The moment my eyes met, I felt uncomfortable.

Because the other person's silver eyes were clearly opened. Surprised, shocked, or - like I saw something incredible.

Either way, they looked at me and they felt something. The loose footsteps gradually got faster, turning into a jumping speed at some point.

"Hey, I'm in a lot of a rush about something, but it's okay, are you?!? Shall I take it?!?

"If Mr. Fernote takes it, won't we rebel against each other and blow it up?

"What are you talking about!?

"I'm not trying to jump on that guy, Mr. Alger, rather -!?

Oh, it's true.

"Hami!?

The moment I realized it, I was jumped in.

Instead of being crushed, the cat was held tight to take its prey.

What I think with my face buried is that it's still as big as Mr. Fernote. My mouth and nose are blocked by something elastic and my breath is painful.

Ha-ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha. Yes.

Keep away from me, even if I'm speechless, and push the other body back.

The opponent, only slightly distant, is still at considerable close range, with tears in his eyes. I have no idea why. The meaning of the action and the reason for the tears are too unclear.

"... Cyril!

"Huh?"

Even more unintelligible words were overlaid on the head that stopped because of incomprehension.

I know it's the name of a coin when it comes to Cyril, and I heard it's the name of whoever invented it......

"Cyril! Cyril is back... I've been waiting, Cyril!! Ever......!

"Wait a minute, I'm not Cyril, I'm named Argent Van Peel."

Spin the word of denial for now, though I don't know what that means.

I'm not Mr. Cyril, and I don't know who he is. I don't know what you thought, but whatever you think, you're mistaken.

"No, you're definitely Cyril! Maybe you're forgetting, but there's no way I can go wrong!

"Forget......!?

"Look, look, look!

Release from the hug and look back in the direction indicated by your fingers.

The moment I saw what was on the wall behind me, I lost my word.

And it's the same except for me. Everyone sees what's on the wall and stops moving. Only Mr. Richelle doesn't know what he looks like because he doesn't know the language, but he couldn't afford to care less about it.

"Mr. Alger, is...!?

Kuzha, who returns from a pause soon, spills a stunned voice.

A painting on a wall. The girl who sits in her chair in the painting and smiles does have a familiar face.

The color of the hair is flax and the color of the eyes is gold. But with that face, the length of my hair is exactly two melons and me.

The name on that frame is not Argent Van Peel.

- Cyril Arkedia.

"Yes, I am! Welcome back, Cyril!

Again, you call me by a name that is not me, as I am impressed, and the Lord of the Great Vault embraces me.

Someone like me. I resemble someone else.

I still can't keep up with my understanding, but I just had to stay.