The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Shh...!

I run through my silver arms thinking my blonde hair was in the way of shaking the edge of my sight.

Should my hair be shorter? No, make it too short and Mutsuki-kun will look lonely, so stop it.

I've come to a conclusion, so I've decided not to worry about it, and concentrate on the blow. The opponent comes mainly in a move to smash this one, to take this one's life.

But if you flaunt it, you will now strike the earth, and the collapse of the house will be troublesome by impact.

This land has long been maintained by the Dark Elves. Tauntlessly destroying this land, Mutsuki-kun starts to loosen the strings of the country's wallet by saying that he will cooperate tenaciously in the post-war reconstruction.

Damn, my boss is full of trouble, I like it there. I rather like it.

Yeah, so I don't have to struggle with that stupid Mutsuki-kun later,

"In the meantime, could you just spit your blood out right now and make it as painful as possible before you die? Poison, etc., will be prepared here."

"You must be stupid. Before......!!

"Idiots are the first people you meet who had rude garbage scum."

"I'm sorry, can you look in the mirror......!?

I peek every day to get Mutsuki-kun to praise me, but something.

Anyway, they're angry somehow. The density of the blow clearly thickens and flies up to the bow and arrow for the timing of the guard.

While dealing with each attack with one arm, I return a moderate blow to the opponent. Move in no hurry to find a definitive, seemingly 'removable' gap.

... We're working together, but you're oddly amateur.

To be honest, there are parts of their collaboration that I cannot help but admire.

It is not a sane shack, such as shooting arrows at enemies from behind an ally in battle.

Both the avant-garde and the rear guard are essential for their skill in just timing each other's attacks and for their mutual understanding to be able to communicate with each other without having to say anything.

But there is a part of their movement that is too honest, with so much skill and backbone.

Usually, with that level of sophistication, you should be able to make more complex movements. I don't use the same hand over and over again, like I remember every idiot like this.

Compared to the depth of collaboration, there is too little depth of thought about the act of combat. He's like a kid who just learned how to fight a while ago.

Mr. Alger will be attacked to disable, and I will be attacked again and again to ensure that he can be buried.

Rate it honestly, 'no art'.

"... Are you really soldiers?

"Ha...?

"What do you mean......!?

"Oh, no. If you don't know, fine. To be honest, I don't care."

The questions I've just spilled are mostly solitary, which means you don't have to get answers. With the thought that I don't care, I'll punch you in the back with a grand fist.

The opponent took this blow with his weapon, but stepped back heavily. I guess I had to be blown away by a blow intensified by magic.

"Gu......!?

"If you stand in a different place, you naturally don't understand."

Each one of them has a reason and decides where he is.

The precision of their collaboration and the low degree of sophistication in contrast must also be for some reason.

... me too, for a reason.

Elbow ahead. I looked at my own silver arm, long forgotten the colour of human skin.

"Silver Cross". I got it in my own wagamama, silver power.

But I made a terrible mistake using it.

The silver arms that dwell in me are easy to pass through magic. That is because of the strong properties of rare slime-based species that prefer magic to prey on, used in the material of the "Silver Cross".

But it caused me so much hunger that I became a caretaker.

I was swallowed up by that urge to seek more magic, more blood, and I couldn't stop. It's like a vampire ruled by a vampire urge.

As a result, I couldn't protect one important thing. With the power I wanted to protect, I broke everything. The flame of desire for power left me with nothing that was supposed to be important.

But there's someone who stopped me and hugged me for losing everything with stupid failures like that.

Still, someone told me to live, to live, to keep biting that regret, to say harsh, kind words.

"I don't think I'm right. But whether it's right or not, it's now that I've decided I can't go wrong with what I'm supposed to protect."

Deeply lowered hips to accommodate any movement and allow for any first moves.

It sounds good when it comes to ad hoc, but I mean clever poor, so it suits me.

More importantly, this structure was taught to me by a loved one. Just do this, and I can remember that guy's back.

That's all, my heart clears and clears up. That's never the ultimate in martial arts, but that's fine.

Because he's the driving force behind my efforts.

"Interpretations, beatings, etc. That's what it is. Which wins, that's all. And I... I'm not going to lose."

Seeing the other person's time to get in shape as a gap, I chose to step in.

Kick the ground, run for your goal. He leans his neck at the arrow that flew for the interception and rushes straight into the range.

"Ku, ooh...!?

"I'll punch you out......!

Even if you can't carry the whole story like him.

If my unfailing arm is enough to pay for his worries.

I now wield at all costs the shallow self desire that I brought in in the past.

"If you can stop it, try to stop it......!!

Strike in a straight line, without getting lost.

Even if we can defend ourselves, it's inevitable timing. As I expected, the opponent was trying to shield the great hammer and put it in front of me.

This positive fist was definitely taken by the opponent's weapon.

"I stopped you... you fucking bitch!

"You just stopped it."

"What?"

"- It hurts to death, so be patient at best"

"Silver Cross" reacts sensitively to magic and amplifies flushed magic.

That means that not only enhanced magic, but even simple magic attacks, will double if you pass through this silver arm.

Absolutely inevitable zero distance. Taking a defensive stance, to a completely defenseless opponent, I did not hesitate to cut the next bill.

"As I wish, eat and break the prey...... Demon Fist, Luciedo!!

The magic of darkness in the arms of silver did hear my words.

The dark flame ran like a beast, trying to eat up every weapon of his opponent, and killed him to the enemy.

"Nah...... ghhhhhhh!?

The magic of dark attributes is adhesive.

Once you have your aim, you keep chasing and hurting them anyway. Although difficult to handle, its pungent humidity and annoying odor comes with origami.

The opponent abandons his weapon, waves his hands and feet and rolls around. Naturally, there's no way it disappears to that extent. This is a flame of curse. If you want to escape, I can either curse you or use healing magic.

I won't kill you until I throw up this stupid fuss mastermind. But I'll try to make you suffer at best.

"Well, now I'm alone. Next..."

- Do you want to go into Mr. Alger's assistant knife or crush the bow and arrow?

I was just wondering which one to choose and I felt the air shake.