The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... and that's when you thought, was that the flag already?"

"Furagu? What is it, Mr. Alger?

"No, never mind, Kuzha. I was just thinking about the spirit."

Sighing, I resume my work.

What we're both doing right now is making a meal. What I'm making is good for digestion, rice cooked with more water. It's called itching.

I just want to leave cooking to others if it's supposed to be, but there's a little reason for this.

"I didn't know anyone but us was going down with seasickness..."

Shortly after you spill the word, a louder shake comes and flutters your feet.

Sometimes the pot is a ship, and although it is the type that can be fixed to the fire source and there is no problem, I am not standing there.

There is nothing more you can do than shake your feet on the sea. If it's rough, it's still rough.

Kuzha hugged me where I was about to fall.

"Are you... are you okay, Mr. Alger?

"Ah, very cautious cushion......!

"Where are you talking about?!?

Whatever you think, it was about boobs, so you won't even have to answer.

Away from Kuzha while appreciating the slightest softness.

... That's pretty shaky.

It's not about the chest. It's about the ship.

Before Zeno-kun came here, he said the ocean was prone to roughness at this time of year, but apparently he was right.

Mr. Fernote, Mr. Zeno, and Mr. Richelle. As soon as I left the port, the sea roughness was less, so I was fine, but as soon as I started to shake, I got seasick and couldn't move.

I can heal from my seasickness recovery magic, but no matter how many times I heal, I get drunk right away and I don't have the crunch, so I have the three of them rest in their respective rooms.

To Mr. Fernote, even though his healing magic could cure motion sickness, it went down without even catching up.

Neguseau doesn't seem to be doing very well either, almost falling asleep.

As for me, this body is very resistant to seasickness, and although I feel the inconvenience caused by shaking, I have no particular problems.

Even Kuzha seems depressed to shake, but she doesn't look seasick.

"Kuzha helps me move"

"Really?

"Yeah, 'cause if I'm the only one who can move now, it'll stink too much, and you won't want to move for a while after you go to Devil's Lands."

"Mr. Alger, you're a pain in the ass..."

"I'm no longer a pain in the ass, because I'm like the dust that builds up in the window."

"I didn't say that much!?

"Anyway, it helped me to have Kuzha. Thank you."

"... Yeah, you're welcome"

Kuzha said so, closing her fox-colored eyes. Apparently, he gave up the scratch.

She opened her eyes slightly, looking closely at me from top to bottom.

"By the way, Mr. Alger, you look great in that outfit."

"Huh?

After you say it, I'll take another look at my body.

I was reincarnated into a girl, so I'm even more luxurious than I was in my previous life, even though I was skinny.

If you look in the mirror on the side, beautiful girl with silver hair. Vampires aren't supposed to be in the mirror, but they're subtly different from vampires, the monsters of biography I know of.

The beautiful girl who usually weaves a robe - that is, me - is now wearing something like a work coat, based on white.

A so-called outfit called cooking attire. Helpers wore it a little in the past life, so it's a familiar outfit for me, just like made-up clothes.

Kuzha, whose hobby is to make clothes, just produced me a new one the other day. I'm going to wear this while I work so the ship doesn't get hooked all over it because it rocks.

"Cooking clothes, right"

Once I checked, Kuzha nodded deeply,

"Yep. That's a common thing in the Republic, ideal when women work! Oh, and you look great... I want Alger in that outfit to make miso soup every day..."

"Oh, I'd rather someone make miso soup every day because it's troublesome"

If someone could make me a snack instead of miso soup and let me sleep thirty hours a day, I'd be happy to feed them after this journey.

Ah, I wonder if you're somewhere, such a convenient parasite...... someone who is kind enough to feed your heart.

I'm not dressed to be embarrassed for now, and I don't feel praised and bad, so I'll take it honestly.

"Kuzha looks great on you, too."

"Hehe, you're in line."

Kuzha wears cooking clothes just like I do.

Work in the same outfit for both of us. They look pretty young to each other, so they'll probably look like cooking internships in elementary school or something from the side.

Kuzha makes words as she prepares a meal for two people who are not tedious and intoxicated.

"I don't know what to say... Mr. Richelle got seasick, so you could afford the ingredients."

"Right...... I'm worried, but I think it's a good thing that Mr. Richelle's appetite can be suppressed. It's not like you get seasick and die."

Mr. Richelle, who consumed nearly enough food on his own, is just quiet after being seasick.

I can't seem to relax in the cabin every day and show my normal behavior.

As far as I'm concerned, I have some things to regret about getting back to my hometown as soon as possible, but it's automatic when it comes to maneuvering ships, and as long as I'm traveling by sea, I don't have to worry about that much.

"I went to see how things were just now, but I still don't seem to be well... ever. They only need about five cups of itching."

"... and you really don't have an appetite?

"Uh... well, compared to normal?

"I can't say anything past that..."

Kuzha sighed as she watched the itch made of a large torso pan.

Why don't you just eat this and throw up, so don't be afraid to eat it.