The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

It was the library that raised me from the bath and took a breath before I was guided.

The smell of old paper touches the skin still lit by hot water.

It's not an unpleasant feeling. With that in mind, I ask.

"What's wrong here?

"Over there, can you see there's a way?

Mr. Richelle next door points to a corner of the library. Unnaturally there was a gap in the bookshelf, the other side of which seemed to be a passage.

"That, what's going on?

"Looks like a hidden passage. Earlier, I explored with Kuzha."

"Oh I see...... Kuzha, how was that other side?

"It was tough! Mostly me!

Apparently, it was tough.

I'll just take a peek across the aisle. It seems dark, but it's none of my business. Vampire vision, you can see the darkness correctly.

The aisle is stabbed with arrows on the wall, holes in the floor, and there are obvious signs of something exploding.

I could see the stairs behind the road, but I couldn't help but say that the journey was miserable.

"... seems to have stepped quite a bit on the trap though"

"Really? Mr. Richelle went a long way and activated all the traps… I helped him every time. It was tough."

I see, that does seem to have been mainly hard on Kuzha.

Still doesn't look tired, Kuzha laughs as she enjoys herself. Even though I thought it was hard, maybe it was fun.

Speaking of Mr. Richelle on the protected side, he smiled with a ho ho ho ho.

"Dear Kuzha, we have saved many dangerous places"

"Well, you can see that."

If you look at the tragedy in the aisle, you can generally predict what happened.

"But this, isn't the golem making a scene? Sounds like a lot of flashy stuff."

"It's like the golem isn't coming around here."

"... strange"

The Golem should also be there for security, so it's a strange story that he hasn't patrolled the area, rather than reacting to noise.

In the vicinity of a room like the one with hidden passageways, security would rather be tight and strong.

Stepping in wondering, it smells like dust or gunpowder on your nose.

Dust comes from years, gunpowder will be the remnants of a trap.

"... er, looks like you're stepping through and disarming the coarse trap"

"I wonder if it's called disarming."

"It was novel, wasn't it?

"It's a novelty or a novelty..."

Mr. Fernote's voice was sucked into the back of the aisle.

"The four of us are just narrow. Shall we be in two rows?"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Fernote.... Mr. Richelle, what lies ahead?

"That's a hidden room. It's just that it was magically locked. I thought Alger would be able to open it."

"... I see"

I mean, am I the locksmith?

I feel responsible for one stick of crime, but for me, this place is just a concern.

What does it have to do with me and Mr. Cyril? Something even I don't know.

You may understand.

I stepped forward in search of an answer to a mystery that suddenly appeared.

"Light"

As Mr. Fernote's voice sounded in the aisle, the light lit at her fingertips. It's not necessary for me or Kuzha, but it's true that this passage is dark, so the lights would be better.

Ignore the scorching odor and avoid walking down the aisle.

Peeping into the stairs, this one still had traces of traps as well.

They've all been stepped through in a grand way, which is a lot worse, but they don't seem to have to go through.

"Well, shall we go?"

Speak to everyone and go down the stairs.

The stairs were difficult to walk, but not that long. It won't take a few minutes to get to the end of the step.

What was ahead of me down the stairs was a giant iron door.

Touch it gently, I'll push it. The door was not frightened, but felt a stream of magic like rebellion.

"... this is"

"It's true, the magic of a wavelength similar to that of Algiers."

What I thought was spoken to by Mr. Fernote, who was equally touching the door next door, and I was neat.

Indeed, the quality of the magic that flows through my fingers resembles mine.

I feel something similar to the exhilaration I feel when I concentrate my magic.

"... please be available"

I use healing magic to shake off discomfort.

My healing magic is powerful enough to remove curses and poisons as well as scratches.

And this kind of seal, as a species, is close to a curse.

Pampered, it makes a mild noise, and the magic that covers the door spreads. If I pushed the door with certainty that the unlock had been made, this time I opened it honestly.

Dusty air falls out of the gap in the door and caresses his skin.

I tried to break it and stepped out towards the other side of the door.

"... the office?

Nature and leaked words are the assessment of this place.

A chic black painted desk lined with a set of tools for writing.

Stacked on the edge of the desk are many notebooks.

Come closer, reach for a single notebook. Even if you don't know what the words on the cover are, you know what they mean with your translation skills.

"Journal Book......"

"Algiers, can you read?

"Yeah, well. Looks like Cyril's diary, given the circumstances."

"Sounds like an ancient spiritual language. It's a simple letter, easy to read."

Mr. Richelle looked at the notebook with interest, but said so without opening it.

The person who built this place, possibly Mr. Cyril's day book.

If you read this, you might know something about Cyril and me.

"Mr. Alger, what will you do?

"... I'll read it"

I understand that reading someone else's diary can never be a good thing.

Still, I chose to read the diary.

I don't know anything unless I read it. And because the time has passed when I can remain unclear.

"... then it's not good to get in the way while you're reading."

"Right. The Golem doesn't seem to be close, but the Spirit seems to be coming back once he's finished repelling the bandits... so we can find Mr. Alger."

"Yeah. Shall we go and hold off appropriately"

"... sorry, please"

Mr. Fernote and Kuzha leave the room laughing.

Richelle's is looking all over the place with interest. Eventually he stopped his eyes on the bookshelf in the corner of the room and began to pinpoint the book. Looks like you should leave that one alone.

Sit at an expensive looking desk and reach for a stacked notebook.

I went back to the years written on the cover and decided to open from the oldest of the numbers.

The sound of turning the paper sounded, and the unknown letters jumped into my eyes as something that made sense.

……

Kurakuri, the feeling of shaking the back of your head.

That's how I saw someone who looked like me.