The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... I didn't know you had a place like this"

It's been a long time since I managed this place as the Spirit of the Great Vault, but I didn't know there was a hidden passage.

A leisurely walk through a place I don't know, set in a corner of a book facility.

There will be traces of destruction by traps everywhere, which would mean that Cyril wanted to keep this place hidden.

I can feel free to reveal my family's secrets, but what I came here for is also a family favor in the first place.

Argent Van Peel. Born of the magic of Cyril, my sister.

I'm walking here now because she told me to take a trip here.

Make sure to follow the trail trail trail that was stepped through and descend the stairs to the lower level.

The stairs ended sooner than I thought, and the iron door welcomed me.

"... I'm coming in, Cyril"

Speak to the person you're not with, still, and open the door.

The first thing I felt where I stepped in was peace of mind.

Shades of conditioning, how books are arranged. Because I found out that the personality I could see from those places was definitely Cyril's.

The desk in the middle of a calm room like a study was loaded with a lot of notebooks.

Argent tells me to read this.

"But isn't this an ancient spiritual language?

The letters on the cover are polite and trivial Cyrillic letters. I know that, but I cannot read the ancient Spirit language.

The use of ancient spiritual languages is now largely doomed, quite old age people. Only some old dragon tribes, some spirits, and Dark Elves use it.

Of artificial spirits, I learned more easy-to-use republican from Cyril, so this language is out of specialty.

Still told me to open it, so I sit back in the chair and try to open it slowly.

The feel of the paper is comfortable in your hands, and it's creepy that the turning noise sounds in the room.

Close your eyes only slightly to the scent of paper that has been fluffy and aromatic, and open it.

"Yo, silly yarrow"

……

I suddenly appeared in my sight. On my knowing face, I took a breath.

Raising one hand in mild condition is definitely the face I saw.

"Cyril......!?

"High Deduction!!

"Aye!?

The moment I called, my knife flew in. Besides, it was thoughtful.

"Yes, it hurts, Cyril!?

"It's not Cyril."

"You look just like me again!?

"That's right. Anyway, there are three similar people in the world."

They say it feels cluttered, but for now, she's not Cyril either.

I almost made a mistake for a moment, but that's a mistake I made a while ago, so I'll take it right.

That's what she says, so I guess she's not Cyril either.

And Argent told me to come here, is that why she's in front of me?

"Nice to meet you, Iggysta. I'm Cyrillic Notes. I was told to keep my memory here, it's an artificial spirit."

"... oh. I mean, you're just like me."

"Yeah. Well, at the time it was built, would I mean my sister better"

The voice you speak is similar to Cyril's, but you can still tell it's different if you listen carefully.

Same as Argent. Similar to Cyril, but something else.

"Well, then let's talk slowly. Cyril left it here, words to you and memories."

"Are you sure?

"I was put here to tell you when I didn't come back, was I? No problem."

"... well. So, when you're done, why don't you get out of here?

"... why?

"Because we met, it's natural to be together, isn't it?

The way she's here, the reason I'm here, they're both clear.

And if her role ends now, there should be freedom ahead of her from there.

"Sorry, Cyril Notes"

"Why, do you apologize?

"I'm sure you missed him, too."

If I had noticed this place earlier, maybe it would have been different.

As I waited for Cyril, so did she, I guess, waiting for me.

I think I've kept you waiting a long time. I can't help but fall about a handknife.

"I'm not Cyril, am I?

"Still, it would be like my sister"

"... is that right?

The eyes that look at this one strangely are the eyes that I had one day too.

The same eyes when Cyril said something to me and I didn't know how she said it.

... Now it's my turn to do so.

Like Cyril once told me something important.

I'm sure this time, I should teach her.

I've lived all my life in the role and all I know is that I will, to this new sister.

"In the meantime, why don't you stop using the name Cyrillic Notes? That would be more like a role than a name"

"... So what should I name it?

"You just have to think about it."

I think everything is going to be fine.

I didn't give up on Cyril coming home one day. I still believe you're alive.

Just trying to end the wait, I think.

Someone tells me you're coming home. Some people want to teach you something important.

I'm not alone anymore.

"I have a lot of time. So let's talk. It's not just about the memories, it's about the future. Not just about Cyril, but about you and me."

"... yeah, okay"

The hand I shook was surprisingly unreliable and I can still tell she was trying to "act like Cyril".

I'm sure you're saying it's something different, but you think you just have to imitate it.

As I admit that you are here. [M]

I held my sister's hand firmly.