The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

The Lord's place in the Great Vault was the upper level of the pyramid as expected, and he finally arrived in his room when he was getting tired of walking.

"Is it okay here?

When I asked him in front of the door, Golem walked away from me without saying anything. I don't have a mouth from what I've seen, though I didn't expect you to respond.

Left behind, I knocked on the door in front of him for now.

Slightly later, "Go ahead," the voice returns. Although I'm not used to hearing voices, that's definitely the voice I just heard.

I got permission to turn the door knob and step into the room.

The room wasn't that big, but it was well organized. The furniture is many or few and is aligned in pale peach hues.

That's a girly room. I looked for the lord of the room with that in mind, and she was sitting back in bed. I'm gonna make a call here, so I'm gonna come in honestly.

"Er... are you calling, Mr. Fernote?"

"Who!? What else?

"Oh, excuse me. Something I don't know the name of, and with... Big Tits Spirit or something was better?

"You came in a straight line......!?

I think an easy name is important. My name means silver and vampires, too.

"If you've forgotten, I'll tell you as many times as I can. My name is Iggysta. As the Spirit of the Great Vault, I am made of you."

"Uh... is that right"

As always, you totally seem to mistake me for Mr. Cyril.

Mr. Iguzista smiles happily already and slaps himself on the knee. Come on, it was obvious that it was a sign of will.

If you put your head down honestly because you have been called, you will be stroked with merciful gestures.

The face of the person looking up is a gentle smile. He looked so happy that he even remembered his guilt.

"Hehe, long time no see Cyril's hair......"

"... I'm not Mr. Cyril. The color of your hair, the color of your eyes, it's different, isn't it?

"That's not true. Even if it's a little different, Cyril is definitely Cyril."

Why can I be so confident without foundation?

Confused, the other person began to talk with pleasure.

"Even if it's a little different, this face, the touch of hair, the smell. It's definitely Cyril. I was built by Cyril. So when it comes to me being Cyril, you're definitely Cyril."

"... I am Argent Van Peel"

"I'm forgetting my name, so I guess that's what you called it? But you can call me Cyril now. You're Cyril."

No, it's not.

I'm definitely not Mr. Cyril.

This body remembers what the mind might be.

The memory of living as a nine-tone silver man and as an Argent Van Peel is in me properly.

And in it, I don't remember you as Cyril Arkedia.

"... I'm not Mr. Cyril"

The words I leaked to whine were amazingly stubborn (hard) myself.

The person who gave the word, Mr. Iguzista, opened his silver coin eyes to my words.

But that's a moment. The eyes were immediately narrowed to tenderness,

"Yeah. You forget but you don't even force me to remind you, do you? If you live here for a while, you'll remember someday."

No. This guy doesn't make sense.

I mean, I'm getting a little sloppy, or I'm starting to feel like I should give up and run.

"Fumi......!?

There's no reason to know how this one feels, but he held me up.

I was surprised by the sudden, but the other person is a spirit, not a normal person. Is it also natural for you to be more powerful than you seem?

He was unloaded to the ground as he panicked for a sudden floating sensation.

"Yeah, well, let's take a look around here to remember a little bit! Cyril built this place, so I'm sure it'll give you a clue!

"hey......!?

"I guess I'll start with Cyril's room, and I'll keep it in place. Oh, and this room, I don't know. Cyril always told me to give it a little more sense of life, so I tried to furnish it all!

"Uh, wouldn't that be nice"

"Oh dear! Great! Then let's go!

I'm happy from the bottom of my heart that they're pulling my hand.

You can't just shake it off, so it took the form of walking to be dragged by the other guy.

"Ha..."

"Yeah? What's up, Cyril? If you're tired, I'll see you tomorrow?

"Uh... no, that's fine. Let's just go, Mr. Iggysta."

"If you don't mind, Cyril is my creator, because she's my friend!

... This doesn't seem easy to correct a mistake.

That must have been all she had, the presence of Mr. Cyril.

But when they call me Cyril so many times, I get anxious about myself. I wonder if I'm really Argent Van Peel. [M]

Maybe I - I thought Mr. Cyril had taken his place in what he was supposed to be.

There is a concept of reincarnation. Even if reincarnation occurs within the same world, it doesn't seem surprising.

What if Cyril was born there and I fit in there?

I wonder what I should say and do to her.

"... I don't know"

"Don't you see the way? It's okay, I'll show you Cyril properly!

"Ah... right. Please, Iggysta."

I couldn't return a denial to the hands and words I was drawn from, and I just, I obeyed.

What should I say to her and why should I give it to her?

The answer is not likely to be found anytime soon.