The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"I see, this is a library"

Even though I know there's no one beside me, I spill my voice naturally.

Whether you look right, left, or top, the book. There are no books in Valeria's mansion so far. It was a fine one.

"Excuse me."

As a lady in the Valeria family, I give my thanks and words properly before stepping in.

When I knock on the door, the unique smell of old paper tickles my nostrils, and I feel strongly that this is the library.

For a while, feeling history, I heard an adorable voice.

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"Oh. Uh... you're like Kuzha"

Although still a little vague, the name of the girl with this adorable fox ear is Master Kuzha. Even if the words do not speak directly, Master Algiers has taught me.

The golden fur mixes with the colour of the tea as we go first, a very beautiful colour. It makes me want to stick around, but I think I'm scared of being suddenly touched by someone I can't speak to, so I restrained myself.

―― ――

Master Kuzha is desperate to tell us something. But unfortunately, I don't understand what they're saying.

... Different languages are inconvenient.

The language used in the Republic is not the same as the one we use.

Dark Elves of the Devil's Continent use something called the Ancient Spirit Language. This is the language used by the doomed spiritual species in the far past, and Elves and Dark Elves said they were deeply involved with those spirits.

The past is so unknown to my father, mother, and grandparents no longer. Still, in the sense of not forgetting the spirits who left, Dark Elves treats ancient spiritual languages with care.

I'm proud of that as one dark elf, but it's inconvenient at times like this. Only an elf or a dark elf, or a very small part of your favorite Jen who knows it, can speak the ancient Spirit language.

What is cared for is divided, and the inability to return any words to the matter is only a little unchanged.

"I'm sorry, I'm really curious."

Wording, even if you know it won't make sense, is like minimal manners or mindfulness.

... If you have Algiers, you can tell them.

Now it seems that Master Alger has business to attend to, and he has left us.

Although it was not explained in detail, I could tell from the look on his face that there was a reason.

I'm bored that I don't have someone to talk to, so I walked this far in a bit of an exploration or an exploration mood.

Some of the old books were written in ancient Spirit languages, so let's look for them. It's just the right time to spend.

"Oh, is Master Kuzha reading, too?

A girl with a smaller back length than me, stands next to her and crawls her fingers on the bookshelf.

Eventually it stopped with a book of titles written in a language I don't understand, and it became a pull-out behavior.

Is it a novel or something, based on the thickness as good as it is and the soft touch of landscape painting on the cover?

Reading a book is a good thing. I'm glad that you can share the same behavior in the same place, even if the words don't make sense to you.

… is it not also a guide to the republican language?

If we can at least communicate our intentions easily, the ease of spending time with each other will change. Making Master Algiers take the trouble would be a little less.

If you're going to kill your spare time anyway, have a beneficial time. That concludes, I pick up the readable letters in the bookshelf.

"Hmmm...... 'I can start today! The Recipe That Grabs His Heart" … "The Latest Furniture Choice" … "A Hundred Nice Words That Play Interesting Conversations With The Spirit" … "The Relationship Between Good Old Ruins and Ancient Spirits" … You're Miscellaneous "

I was just wondering if the "latest furniture selection" would be the one.

If you take your hand at the book and look at the back cover, it describes the years in which this book was written, and that was about five hundred years before now.

It's far from the latest word, but time wanders. It's not even surprising because I expected it at one point when it was written in the ancient Spirit language.

Although I was personally interested in the epidemic five hundred years ago, anything is too much of a hobby. But let's make sure for once.

If you look at it this way, there is also some tendency in the clutter. That seemed to see what it felt like to have this room as a library, something that was just a little fun.

"Spiritual and life systems."

Especially those relating to ancient spirits and the way in which they interact and interact with them. And food, furniture and other things close to life, many as books.

… were you exploring how to live with the Spirit?

These books were placed close together.

Touch the book and you'll see that it's loaded well. The rough feel opens again and again, evidence of rubbing against fingers and desks.

I don't care about books. The feeling of old paper, because it was open to breathe. I find that comfortable, and take out what I care about and pile it up on the table.

……

My finger searching for the book stopped somewhere.

I got uncomfortable because of the feeling that hit my finger. It's not a book, it feels hard.

I tried to pull it out, but the book didn't work. It looks like a regular book, but it's definitely something else.

Press gently and the back cover sinks slowly. sounds like a hard noise, seeping into a quiet room.

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"Sounds like it's moving."

I don't know what Kuzha meant by his words, but I do know that it came out of surprise.

Rip. Rip. Rip. It sounded like winding a watch screw, 'the bookshelf moved'.

A number of shelves moved themselves, and then there were holes.

"Hidden room... is it a combination of gears... hmm, you have no idea"

I didn't feel the magic flow, so it's not a magical cover that's been around for a long time.

Dark elves tend to honor magic and spirits over technology such as iron and gear. I don't understand what the trick is to what happened in front of me because it's the same for me.

Still, I'm pretty sure this room is hidden for some reason. Otherwise, you don't have to hide it like this.

"… there is no magic left… shall we proceed with caution"

I don't feel like a magical trap is being set up. But if it's a simple trap, it's natural not to feel magic or anything.

I'm not very good at exploring indoor traps. Let's at least light the lights so we can use these eyes correctly.

"At this fingertip, lights that illuminate the way - do not light"

Spin words and produce lights by magic.

The warm light illuminates the stone corridors and the back stairs.

Probably not underground. This is the middle floor, so the road leads to the lower level.

"Hehe. Sounds like an adventure novel, and you're just a little excited. What will Master Kuzha do?

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"... I don't know what the word means, but it sounds good to be following you"

Kuzha-sama's eyes gleaming as she rocks her tail and walks over here.

Although the words don't make sense, it was somewhat understandable that it showed a good mood.

"Shall we explore and come?"

I feel sorry for the inhabitants, but I can't help but rush them now.

If so, it shouldn't be a bad idea to stop by and have an adventure.

With the intention of adding more souvenir stories, I stepped into the hidden aisle.