The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"So when Cyril made this golem, she said," Isn't it cute? "But it didn't look cute to me back then."

"Oh, did you"

"Yeah, yeah. 'Cause their bodies are rounded, they're wasps and they move. It's more like a new breed of bug than cute, kind of."

"Oh, I can see that somehow"

"When I said that, I said," It's okay because you're cute, and you couldn't turn it into a wheel to climb the steps! ♪ You turned a bright red face and you got angry ♪

"Uh... is that right"

"I didn't know that back then, but I thought I'd been living with them the whole time I waited for Cyril.... you look cute when you get used to it."

"Isn't that subtly compromised cuteness, it"

I'll try to get into it for once, but it looks like I haven't heard anything at all.

Iggysta looks sincerely happy, talking to Mr. Cyril. Look at my face, to Mr. Cyril, not me.

... I'm getting tired of dealing with them.

It doesn't seem to be a conversation.

Whatever this one says, he treats me like Mr. Cyril, so he hasn't been able to give me the word.

As far as they're concerned, I - I know you're talking to Mr. Cyril to remind him of the old days, but I'm not Mr. Cyril.

You're wrong about the recipient of the memories, so the other person's actions are hard work.

Still, the other side believes I'm Mr. Cyril, and I'm going to overlap the words.

"Yeah, well, I built more baths, too. It was a little small for both of us to get in. Instead of the two of us now, we can even get in twenty. It was the golem that built the addition, not mine."

"Uh, is it a big bath...... nice"

"Wouldn't!? I've been trying to surprise Cyril when she gets back! As soon as we go down that hallway, everything will still be - hmm?

The movement of the opponent, whose tension was high, stopped.

I wonder what's going on, Iggysta looks sinister.

"... sorry, Cyril. We've got a little problem."

"What's wrong with you?

"What, it happens all the time. There's just thieves making noise out there."

"What's a thief... a threesome of bandits or something?

"No. I wonder if there are a few more... often. For a long time. And I've never allowed a thief to break in for a long time."

I thought of a threesome of bald, snake-haired and nose-haired bandits I knew, but it didn't seem like it.

Igjista took a piece of gold out of his nostalgia and threw it in the air.

A hard, light sound melted into the space.

"Huh...!?

Gold coins can play like sounds and become the mainstream of light.

Suddenly I closed my eyes unexpectedly for a moment. And in all that time, a golden wand appears in her hands.

"Monster (artifact)," The Ringing Golden Coin Tree. "I'll pay the dew gently."

The silver eyes narrowed and Iggysta turned her back on me.

I sighed as I dropped off a bright redhead like a copper coin.

"... you're tired"

Honestly, I want to fall asleep right now.

Every time they call me by someone's name who's not Algiers, something like uncomfortable tickles my feet. This is a bad feeling.

They say they don't want it, or they ask for it. Being treated as' something different 'was an unknown disgust to me.

"... but let's take a bath"

Normally, I'd throw out everything and go to sleep, but I couldn't get used to it much longer.

I want to change my mood once. With that in mind, I begin to walk in the direction indicated by Iggysta earlier.

"... Ah, good smell"

I felt a unique scent in front of the bathroom door, which I was able to apply without taking the time to do so.

Smells like iron, sweet, unlike the smell of normal hot water. Smells like a hot spring.

The republic says there will be hot springs everywhere, so this would mean one of them.

If I convinced him to open the door, the smell felt stronger. Although it is difficult to say that the nose is shallow and irritating, it does not change the mood.

"Mm-hmm."

Take off what you're wearing and leave it on a shelf close by.

There is no need to wash clothes, as dirt from clothes falls together if you use restorative magic while wearing them. However, if I put it in a mess, it would wrinkle, so I put it properly once.

At the end of the day, take off your underwear and you're ready to take a bath. There were a few hand-tuffed pieces at the entrance, so I borrowed only one and opened the door.

"Mmm..."

The damp air strokes my skin and my body shivers when I pretend.

Step into the bathroom feeling the air wrapping around with the smell of a hot spring. It is comfortable to have peppers and footprints engraved on damp floors.

The hot tub was spacious, as Iggysta said, and instead of twenty, about thirty people were likely to be in a large bath.

If you put your hands in gently, the temperature is about warm. Looks like you need to be in there for a while in order to fit into the core.

Use a nearby bucket to gently flush your body before slowly soaking it in the hot tub.

"Huh... it feels good..."

It's a temperature I don't feel hot, so the heat slowly stains my body.

Sinking it to my shoulders in hot water gave me a gentle feeling that the muscles in my body would loosen up.

"Ha fu... warm... neem..."

"Yeah, I think it's a nice temperature."

"Huh?"

A loose consciousness returned to the familiar voice that sounded abrupt.

If you open your closing eyes, there are two colored eyes beyond the hot air.

"Uh, Mr. Fernote?

"Yeah, I got hot water first."

Puffy and big breasts floated in the hot tub and Mr. Fernote was there.

I'm just a little surprised at the freshness of having my sidetail hair down.

"Look, Algiers. Why don't you sit over here?

I laughed and they called me by my name.

Not Cyril, Algiers. I felt safe to be called that, and I sat down next to Mr. Fernote.