The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

Avoiding falling golem fragments is easy with this body.

The parameter I set when reincarnating is "Fastness Polar Swing."

This quickness is not only simple foot speed, but everything about speed, including motor vision and reflex nerves.

The golem that still crumbles in the air without a wave of crushing fits, the fragments caught by gravity, and the rigid floor-rolling iggista that falls. In my focused vision, I see it slowly.

Full speed left the view behind.

"Iggysta......!

"Ah..."

At the tip of his outstretched hand, Cyril and his moving mouth, but made no words.

That's the answer. So I didn't hesitate anymore.

Not as Cyril, but as Argent.

To save her, I went.

"Mr. Alger......!

"Dear Alger......!

You two call my name. That voice tells me I'm me.

Even if you don't know why you live, you tell me it's Argent Van Peel who's here.

"I won't let you lose it......!!

About me, about Iggysta. And the presence of Mr. Cyril in her.

To keep her from losing her, I held her in my arms.

It's still because of the flesh of vampires that you can run through supporting each person's load.

Scaffolding the falling debris like nothing ground, I slide down the crop sky.

I landed on the ground without getting lost.

"Come on......!

Avoid additional shaking debris and return to Kuzha and Mr. Richelle.

The Golems have stopped moving already, so don't hesitate.

In my arms, my silver eyes shake.

The spinning words weren't the names of anyone I didn't know.

"... you are"

"It's Argent. Argent Van Peel"

"... argent"

"Yeah. Nice to meet you. Iggysta."

"In Cyril... you don't"

"Yeah. I don't even know if Mr. Cyril's alive. Perhaps the reason I was born is Mr. Cyril. Still, I'm Argent, not Mr. Cyril."

Make a clear denial and bring her down to the ground.

Iggysta looked at me firmly. He definitely looked at me and listened to me, not to the shadow of Mr. Cyril over there.

Finally, we met.

"... yeah. Really? Really?"

"Did you get it?

"Oh. Even if I understood.... I'm sorry. Argento."

The motion to stroke this hair is not sweet or soggy.

Hands are gentle and tend to be reluctant, either because of the feelings of apology.

I opened my mouth feeling comfortable with my fingers being put through my hair.

"... vampires are born of magic"

"... yeah"

"Antares, do you know the place name?

"... the last letter I received from Cyril, from there"

Antares is the name of the town where I was reincarnated.

Where I was right after I was reincarnated. That was ruined years ago, and I heard later that it happened because of a massive battle.

I don't even know why that happened. Still, I'm sure Cyril was the reason I was born this way.

"I think the remnants of the magic that Mr. Cyril left behind gave birth to me. But... that's all."

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

"Yeah. Because of the resemblance, it's not who you've been looking for"

"You're you, aren't you? It's not Cyril, it's named Argent, it's a different idea than her, and thus, she lives."

We exchange words so as to make sure we recognize each other.

I know she still cares about Mr. Cyril and keeps waiting.

Years of waiting, lots of crying, and still, I guess I kept thinking about seeing him one day.

I guess I kept protecting this big safe, where I was going, so that my loved ones could come back whenever they wanted.

I'm sure they saved him. I've been doing that for a long time now.

Still, I'm not the salvation. I can't save you, and I shouldn't.

A word-spinning iggista leaned down only once.

I hide in my copper coin hair and I can't see my face. I know you'd see it if you tried, but I didn't.

Sometimes I need time. So I decided to wait.

Putting aside a little time and looking up again, she laid down her golden wand and sat back. We've been looking at each other as if we were reciprocal.

"... thanks, Argent"

"There's nothing like being thanked. I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

"No. Even if there is. I almost lost something important again."

"Something important, is it? Sure, I almost forgot about the real Mr. Cyril when I was like that."

If that's the way you say it, I know why you're thanking me. It would be about updating memories.

If I accepted it as it was, I would almost bury the memories that Iggysta had piled up with Mr. Cyril with fake memories.

If that's what you want to thank me for, I honestly thought I'd take it and put it down.

"There's that too, but it's not."

"Huh?

"... oh no more, I can't stand it!!

"Fugi!?

With an extremely emotional look, I was hugged by Iggysta.

Instead of coming as sweet as ever, I came to hold this one clearly.

My chest is finally pressed all over my face, and I can't breathe in pain. Mr. Fernote's breasts are also rich, but his mouth and nose have been blocked.

"Huh, guh, uhh!?

"Oh, oh, cute! Cyril, you look just like my sister!

"Fumo!?

"Because if it was born out of Cyril's magic, so am I, the artificial spirit! I mean, you're my sister! Ahhhhhhhh cute!

... that's what you came to the conclusion!?

Exactly, I couldn't have predicted a leap so far.

I did wonder if I could even interpret that, but it passed a little suddenly. Or was that why you were acting like you were just thinking about it?

He manages to push it back while drowning in the soft things that are pressed against him.

But there's a height difference, and more importantly, if I push it as far as I can with the power of a vampire, I can't think of it because I feel that's dangerous.

"Mm, gu..."

I was getting distracted while I was wondering what was going on.

I was reincarnated because of it and the cause of death. This is a bit, I'm sorry Lorizii just took charge of the reincarnation...... oh, my consciousness......

"Please don't!

"Pfft!?

There were four little foxes, and they ripped me off the iggysta.

The air hasn't tasted good in a long time. The leftover incense of Iggysta sweetly touches the sense of smell and falls out.

"What are you going to do if Mr. Alger dies! Consider the size of your chest!

"Shh, sorry...... cute and stubborn"

Reverse your ears and tail hair, Kuzha intimidates Iggysta.

Cuzha's chest can be pressed this time because it's shaped like she can be hugged, but this one is a cautious one.

"Damn, I know Mr. Alger is cute, but I rather understand, but a little more like this...... there will be!?

"Kuzha, are you feeling a little restless?

I'm a little too excited for vocabulary loss. And then it's a little hot when you get caught up in the four of us.

Push it gently, and the four kuzha-chans left. Oh, it was painful.

I get rambled up and disturbed hair, and I get in the mood. The battle is over now, and I've convinced you. There's nothing to panic about.

"In the meantime, let's talk a lot. Now it's time to get to know each other."

"... yeah. Right."

"Yeah. Nice to meet you, Iggysta"

"Welcome, Argent"

The feeling of touching the offered hand is gentle and soft.

Finally, really, we have time to get to know each other.

If this guy is my sister, it's a hassle.

(9) Unlike a person of sound, a lonely spirit, completely incomplete by itself.

…… What's wrong with you?

"No, nothing"

But I don't hate it.

At least I think so.