The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... fu"

Along with exhaling words, arrows are released.

Bows and arrows generated by magic scattered wind and grass and flew through the target precisely.

"After all, hunting from where you see it is something to progress"

"Is that what it is?

"Because the air, the wind flow, the movement of the prey, the terrain are all in your head"

Smiling softly at my question, Mr. Richelle lowered the bow he had set up.

"Comet Ruihua". A special tool called a magic tool (artifact) that has the power to purify the magic of its owner as a bow and arrow.

The streamlined design is beautiful so that the gaze is sucked in and makes me want to touch it a little bit. Of course it's in the way of hunting, so keep your curiosity aside.

Mr. Richelle asked me to help him with the hunt, and I honestly decided to come out and help because my gaze was tight from Mr. Fernote.

When I say help, it's no big deal, at best to the point of storing native fruit in a bloodbox.

Most of the work is done by Mr. Richelle and about 10 dark elves who are likely to accompany it.

Even now, a few Dark Elf men are dismantling a prey similar to the deer Mr. Richelle has tailored. The rest of the dark elves were moving around looking for other prey and harvesting nuts and weeds.

With such a blurry view of the landscape, I threw words at Mr. Richelle.

"I don't think you need my help with this."

"Yes... so, let's see. Today is my selfishness."

"Ha... as much as possible, is it?

"Yes."

A grin deepened and Mr. Richelle shook his long ears so tightly. Looks kind of happy.

I don't know what makes you happy to bring such a hassle, but if Mr. Richelle is happy, okay?

That's how we chat, and the shooting overlaps. The pile of 'achievements' will probably feed the day.

"That's about it...?

"No. The lady is back, you'll need more"

"Speaking of which, well... thank you for the grace of the forest, do you want to continue"

"Right. I think I often take a lady's appetite. Forest grace......"

Yeah, yeah, pretty much everyone on the spot nodded around, and it still seems that that unusual appetite wasn't specific to dark elves, it belonged to Mr. Richelle personally.

"Dear Alger, what's wrong?

"No, I was thinking a little bit about the awesomeness of the forest grace right now"

"Really...... sure, because it's something you always have to be thankful for. Ladies and gentlemen, me and Master Alger will travel a little further west. I'll take care of the rest."

"Do you mind, ma'am?"

"Let's get this over with faster. Because if we finish soon, it means more rest for all of you. … the forest is deep around here, and intruders are unlikely to be the first, but be sure to act in a few"

"Yes, ma'am!

Instruct Mr. Richelle as he gets used to it, and the Dark Elves will follow it quickly.

When I do this, I realize that Mr. Richelle is still a lord, too. That it is also a fine lord, admired by the inhabitants, who has overcome many difficulties.

Richelle, who gives off the atmosphere of Rin, was about as good as when shooting a bow on his journey so far, usually with a strong soft impression. The fact that she was giving instructions to so many people was also fresh to watch.

She nodded satisfactorily after making sure all the members who came out hunting were scattered. The grin directed at me shaking my golden hair is as gentle as usual.

"Then, Master Alger, this way. Watch your step."

"Thank you, Mr. Richelle. But you and I can do it? I can't dismantle the meat at all."

"Yes, let's do that. I'd rather walk with Algiers."

Somehow he smiles happily and Mr. Richelle goes ahead to guide me.

The forest is as humid as ever, and sweat seeps twitchy when you're wearing a robe. But isn't that so unpleasant because it's so close to the settlement?

It's not so hard to walk at your feet, it's like you can even afford to enjoy the view if you're in a relaxed gait.

Time to flow slowly and damp wind. And as I walked around feeling the smell in the people I felt nearby, Mr. Richelle called me.

"This forest is a good place, isn't it? You can stay as long as you like."

"Oh, thank you"

To be honest, the treatment is so comfortable that when people say they just like it, they want to stay here all the time already, but would Mr. Fernote still look sinister if he did?

...... I was wondering if that would be a bit of a problem.

It's usual for Mr. Fernote to look frightened, but she's basically a serious person. You'll try to stop me if I really start. [M]

Of course, my troublesome personality won't heal as much as I was stopped, but wouldn't Mr. Fernote be just as angry if that happened? Then I get in so much trouble. 'Cause it seems like a long story.

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"Master Alger? You have a difficult face..."

"Hmm? Oh, excuse me... if I stayed here all this time, Mr. Fernote would be able to work, and I wonder what was wrong with the impending"

"Hehe. You're close, aren't you?

"... I wonder"

I could not respond promptly to the assessment that we were close.

If he asks if we're not close, I don't think so.

Mr. Fernote and I lived in the same house for a little while, and although it was often angry during that time, it wasn't the kind of atmosphere they hated. Of course I was with you because I didn't hate you.

"I don't think we're getting along, but you're pissed off a lot, right?

"That's because Master Fernote cares about Algiers."

"... is that what this is all about?

"... uh"

Ms. Richelle looked at my words like she'd only had a moment to think about it.

I'm looking for words for what to say. Slightly afterwards, Mr. Richelle makes sure here and slowly begins to make words.

"Lord Alger is a vampire - it has the same properties as the Holy Spirits, to whom we, the Dark Elves, worship, if we say so precisely"

"Oh, I see you are"

From what I've heard so far, vampires in this world seem to be willed beings by the magic of dark attributes.

Ms. Richelle's assessment that vampires and spirits have the same properties would not be wrong, as Iggysta said something about being the same for each other.

"Yes. If so, Master Algiers is a single being, so it is also impossible not to know. Sometimes, people like humans and dark elves who have the trait of being a child and leaving it to the next tell something by being angry with their children and loved ones."

"... is that what it is"

What Mr Richelle says, to be precise, is just a few mistakes.

I was originally human. In other words, as she says, she was sometimes the type of race who would grow up and tell the next.

... We weren't.

The house I lived in was nothing like that. [M]

Determine if you are good and discard if you are unqualified.

That was normal and normal for me...

"I see. I mean, Mr. Fernote was really going to make me decent."

"Yes. So Master Fernote really cares about Master Alger"

"I always just thought it was the anger that comes from scratching"

"Uh, um... maybe that's just a little, just a little..."

Oh, I knew there was a bit of that.

"Kohon... anyway, there are many ways to show affection, Master Alger"

"Right. I know someone who has thirty or forty wives, so I kind of understand that."

"... I was wondering if that's probably a rather special species, not a human being..."

"No, I'm a human and a mushroom"

"Mushrooms in humans......!?

You looked amazing, but you didn't say a word of lies, so you can't help it.

Mr. Richelle shook his head slowly after looking surprised for a while.

"No. It would be good now. Just a little bit, I'm surprised... anyway, I hope Master Alger understands."

"Yeah, I get it. Thank you, Mr. Richelle."

Perhaps as Mr. Richelle, you cared about this one.

As relieved by my reply, Mr. Richelle exhaled and nodded.

From her shaking her light golden hair and smiling, somehow unable to take her gaze off, she had her hands taken at some point.

You don't have to hold hands. Though I thought so, I shook my reflexively gripped hand back.

"... By the way, Master Alger. It's time for a personal thank you from me."

"Thank you? I think you're getting enough..."

"That is almost what the people of my land are doing. Apart from that, I was wondering what I couldn't do."

"Hmm... even if they say so, I don't have any particular problems right now or what do you want... I'd rather keep the status quo going and be happy every day..."

Another word that Mr. Fernote seems angry about, but I'm actually happy with the situation as far as I'm concerned.

While we understand that the Devil's Continent is a dangerous place, it is true that its treatment on Dark Elf territory is terribly cozy and difficult to leave. Really, as much as I'd like to keep my hips down if this is a peaceful land.

But they're not convinced by that.

Mr. Richelle frowned and looked at the idea for a few seconds or so. That's how you brighten your face all the time.

"Then I'll take this one from you."

Then, very naturally.

Mr. Richelle is coming to my nostalgia.

The scent that touched my sense of smell by being approached by a lid smells sweet and gentle like fruit.

"Huh..."

More importantly, I feel a strong smell that I was not usually aware of due to being at close range.

As a vampire, I can't help but ask for it. Something you can't help but ask for.

That is, smell Mr. Richelle's blood.