The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Mr. Alger............!!

A flying Mr. Alger flies toward the sea holding something that has been dropped from a flying mass of iron.

With a more serious look than I've ever seen, Mr. Alger walked away from us.

The silver hair, the end of the robe, kept away as I looked, and...

"-!!

Far away in the sky, a bright white flash ran.

It's like, the sun's falling shine.

Try to follow the light, the intense shock and explosion smash my ear.

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I can't even hear myself calling the names of my dear friends.

When the light subsided, all that was there was a cloudless sky and the remnants of the war.

It's like laughing so much that she wasn't there from the beginning.

The only thing that echoes the resurrected hearing is just the sound of the wind containing the firepowder.

"Liar, would it......?

"Ahhh... ahhh... Dear Algiers... of the inhabitants, everyone..."

Mr. Fernote makes a grumpy voice. Mr. Richelle cries down.

I feel like my feet are shaking.

I don't know what that is. Is that explosion due to some kind of magic? Or, artifacts?

I don't care. Whatever. I just know that Mr. Alger disappeared when he was swallowed up by that light.

"Mr. Alger, death -"

"- That's not true. WOW!!!

I dismissed the words that were spilling out of Mr. Isabella's mouth.

Of course, there's no basis for anything in the current language.

I don't even know if he's alive or dead or if he's safe in the first place.

But he's not. He would understand. Because he's more deeply connected to Mr. Alger than any of us.

And this footstep, I'm sure, is because he knows Mr. Alger is alive.

"Mr. Neguseau......!

"Brrrrrr......!

Even if the words don't make sense, like Mr. Alger, I'm sure me and him feel the same way.

On the black horse body that came running through the burnt field, I jumped on without getting lost and grabbed the reins.

"Go to Mr. Alger......!

"Kuzha......!?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fernote! I can't wait!!

I'm sure if you go to Mr. Mutsuki, you'll be able to rent about a ship.

There is also a way for all of us to show Mr. Neguseau around and go to Mr. Alger.

But how long should it take to rebuild this territory and prepare the ship? I don't think I want to wait for that.

'Cause Mr. Alger could be scratched somewhere.

Or maybe that explosion is flying me somewhere I don't know.

"Ugh... sorry I can't make it...! Please, Mr. Neguseau!!

"Bu-o-o-o-o!"

If you pull the reins hard, Mr. Neguseau will clearly increase his speed.

Mr. Neguseau is connected with Mr. Alger in soul and soul by the skill of the covenant of blood. The connection is strong enough to understand each other's condition, even if they are apart.

So I'm sure the tip of his nose, in the direction of Mr. Alger. That means that Mr. Alger is not dead, at least.

Then that's fine. I'm not afraid because the view that flows is fast and it does tell me it's close to a friend.

Over the woods, past the hills, away from the meadows, in front of you to the cliffs.

Ahead is the horizon.

"Is that okay......! Mr. Neguseau! Please go!!

To my words, indeed, Mr. Neguseau obeyed me.

Accelerating without stopping, he flew off a cliff.

Of course, it's far from the other shore. Far beyond the horizon, it is impossible for Mr. Neguseau to fly alone, no matter how good he is as a horse.

Neither I nor Mr. Neguseau have wings. You can't fly away like Mr. Alger.

All I can do is do something simpler.

"Retreat what prevents you from walking! The wind of irreversibility!!

Spinned words become magic and do exert their power.

Just a little prevents the wind from sinking into the water. Just that.

But that, by the speed of Mr. Neguseau, produces one result.

Take the next step before you sink into the sea. As a result, we will not drown.

It's a pretty rampant way of running, draining each other's strength and magic hard, but this will allow us to cross the ocean several times faster than the ship.

Can we cross the sea, though we can still afford each other now?

... I don't have time to think about that!

I don't even have to think about whether I can cross it.

If you have friends in the direction you're heading now, cross.

Consolidate your resolve and I'll be low profile. Because it weakens the resistance of the wind. Lowering yourself and walking is arguably the basic posture of the beast.

As soon as possible, I rush to my dear friend. For that, I will do what I can.

"Never again... I hate it when it's too late...!

Grasping the reins firmly, I sank deeper into Mr. Neguseau and concentrated on turning my magic with all my might.

For an irreplaceable friend who made me realize what was important.

I can do it now, do everything.

Now it's time not to take back what's important.