The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... I didn't think the day would come when this notebook would open"

A bell-ringing voice slipped through the gap between the old paper and the smell of dust.

A girl who looks just like me, but laughs gently, unlike me.

I know this smile. I've seen it.

Smile thinking about someone. That was a gentle smile, just like Kuzha's mother.

Reach out and I'll throw words at the girl who sits with her feet together on her desk.

"Cyril,?

"Non non. I'm Cyril, but not Cyril. Unlimited proximity to Cyril, but I can't help but say Cyril"

"Uh, I mean... Mr. Butt Hair"

"How did that happen!?

I shouldn't. I was the one who couldn't get through this stuff, but I followed it.

The other person distorts my face and coughs it up to relieve me. [M]

"Kohon...... Cyrillic Notes. Cyrillic notes are fine with me. Cut the butt hair. Don't even butt hair notes or anything."

"Okay, Mr. Cyril Note."

Calling his namesake, Mr. Cyril Notebook grinned.

He looks a lot like me, but he still talks and has a completely different vibe. If she says it's something close to Mr. Cyril, Mr. Cyril and I would still be apart.

And there was a word that turned that certainty into certainty.

"Still, what kind of errands do you have here? He looks just like Cyril, but he's different."

"... I knew you weren't"

"That's not true. Different colors of hair, different colors of eyes, no cries, similar magic, but the opposite vector."

"Vector......?

"Nature means. You look like Cyril. [M] I see. You're right indeed. But that's all."

"... that's all, what is it?

"That's all. If you're curious, you should ask Dark Elves later. It's my time now, I'll see you later."

If you asked me to turn around, there was no Mr. Richelle there.

I'm guessing there's some kind of trick. But now I have more to worry about than that.

Once again, if you turn your attention to Mr. Cyril Note, she's down from the desk,

"Well, my role is just one. To tell the person who opened Cyril's notebook what Cyril left behind. Cyril herself must have wanted someone to open it... but she seems blind enough right now"

shoulder to shoulder, Mr. Cyril notes says so.

When I say that kid, I guess I still mean Iggysta.

The Spirit of the Great Vault who is as bright as a coin and who hardly believes me to be Cyril.

sighed and winked, closing the eyes of those with cries, Mr. Cyril Notebook began to overlap words.

"Well, I know how she feels. I've been without someone I've loved for decades, making coins all by myself and counting them. One or two of my mind goes crazy - it has no choice"

"Mr. Cyril, is he dead?

"Well, I don't know for sure. Because I'm just like Iggysta and I only know what the Golem here has seen and heard. But if Cyril's alive, it's impossible not to come back here."

Mr. Cyril continues to talk as he looks over to make sure he's inside the library.

"Well, I hear you want to know about Cyril, so let's talk about her. Cyril had originally taught a certain man. The man was a master and a best friend I loved more than anyone."

…………

"He said he was from another world, and Cyril learned about the machine from her."

"Another, world......"

"I don't know if it's true. 'Cause I'm just a notebook, and I'm just talking about the records Cyril left."

If another world refers to a different world, its best friend is definitely the reincarnation first.

I thought machines were an unfamiliar word for ears, but after all, were civilizations that someone was bringing into this world?

"Cyril and her master had one dream for both of us. It is to unite the currencies of this world. It's easy to say, but it wasn't very, very easy."

"... I guess that's right"

Uniting money into one, what a mess, to be clear.

That means that there should be no one and no one country should benefit from the flow of money. Then it will always be with someone else.

And there's only one kind of money, which also means that the moment that money goes worthless, the economy collapses.

"Yes. It wasn't easy. That's so much so that the person you love is lost in the middle of the road. Still, Cyril didn't lose her passion. I once heard of a grave sign that a great man will enter in a different world...... I guess I said pyramid. With that in mind, I built here the tomb of my best friend as the embodiment of my dreams"

"That's it..."

"Yes, that's all she had in mind."

Thoughts, dreams, worth living.

They had those things right for Mr. Cyril.

After all, me and her are different people.

It's not like being like me, it's a pain in the ass, and it doesn't help anything.

I have no passion or affection like Mr. Cyril. [M]

"That iggista was created by the artificial spirits that did so. Best friend, built to imitate Iggy, it's Cyril's comfort."

"Simulate it, then Mr. Cyril..."

"That. Cyril was seeing the phantom of her best friend in Iggysta, as Iggysta now sees you like Cyril... at first"

"First?"

"Yeah. 'Cause you're not. Like you and Cyril, Iggysta and Iggy are different. While we were together, Cyril realized that."

"Ah..."

"So she began to see Iggysta not as an Iggy, but as an Iggysta. Of course that's normal. No, it took me a while to realize."

It was like a human resource thing to say, but Mr. Cyril Notes smiled embarrassingly.

Turning as she grabs the pen lined up on the desk in her hand, she unties the memories.

"Cyril from then on made sure that he respected and grew up with the behavior and will of Iggysta. I admitted it as something different."

"... take care, you did"

What I recall is a number of memories that Iggysta told me about with Mr. Cyril.

If it's not important, I'm sure you won't admire it that much. That's what makes you so blind to believe that someone else is similar.

"Yes, I suppose so. So if Cyril's alive, there's no way he's not coming back. Because Cyril thought of Iggy and mercied Iggysta. There's something to take care of, there's no way you're not coming back to your best friend's grave mark."

"... then, Mr. Cyril is"

"Yeah. Ma, he would almost certainly be dead. Cyril was just a person."

…………

"You won't get sick of that. However, if you feel anything about what you look like... right. Will you wake that fool up?

Laughing with a neat face somewhere, Mr. Cyril Notebook has been stroking my head.

The gentle feeling that touches my scalp leaves me in just a few moments.

My face just like mine spinned around and turned my back on this one.

"It's a hassle, but I'm glad you asked. I'm just a little sad to keep seeing her like this, too."

"Okay."

What came out of my mouth was a surprisingly clear word myself.

It doesn't do me any good. Even though I knew about it, I was nodding naturally.

Mr. Cyril turned to my words and smiled softly.

The same gentle smile that I see at the beginning, thinking of someone.

For just a few moments, we stared at each other - he slapped me on the shoulder.

"Master Alger? Are you all right, sir?

"... n"

The moment I heard Mr. Richelle's voice, my vision opened again.

I feel like I woke up from a dream, and if I try to stretch out of carelessness, the seeping vision captures Mr. Cyril's diary. I don't know what seeping letters mean.

"Dreams...... no. It must be something like a dream."

"Oh, he was asleep? If so, did I wake you...... I'm sorry"

"No. It was just fine"

It's as if it's time to weigh in, but it probably means Mr. Cyril Notebook has distracted me.

Remembering what I was told, I ask the young lady in the dark elf next door.

"Mr. Richelle. If I look like someone, is there some kind of causality?

"… relationship, are you"

Ms. Richelle put her index finger on her cheek and did a mildly conceived trick.

Light colored blonde hair and long ears shake, spilling silence for a little while. After a few moments, he told me.

"Vampires are those whose high concentrations of magic have earned their will. If there was a bearer of that high concentration of magic… that is, if you darken the magic in the atmosphere, for example by using massive magic, the form of the vampire that comes into being can be 'pulled' by the bearer of that magic"

"... So what if I look like someone else?

"The environment in which Algiers are born is not natural, but artificial."

"... that's all?

"Yes, that's all. It will inherit some magical qualities, like heredity, but it's someone else."

I know you wanted to know that soon, but Mr. Richelle doesn't know anything other than what I'm saying.

I didn't explain to her exactly how I stayed so far. To say something here would be a mistake.

I understand that even if I feel the hassle of having a language wall, I have no choice.

The land where I was born is a place where there was once a massive battle.

As I told Mr. Richelle, any remnants of the city, a lonely place that has been abandoned.

Some magic that was once used in the place was at the hands of Mr. Cyril. That would be the case.

Convinced, I rose out of my chair.

"... then shall we go"

"Is that enough?

"Yeah. All I need to know is, I know."

Even if it wasn't everything, I could know what I had to know and what I wanted to know.

More than that, it's wild to uncover memories.

There are people here who need to know more about the memories than I do.

I left a hidden room to do what I promised.