The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... Whew. Nem."

"Heh, Alger really likes you."

"Right. If possible, I want to sleep thirty hours a day."

"Uh... maybe that, even if I try so hard, I can't...?

Unfortunately, even in this other world, they didn't have half an hour a day.

It had been a while since I was to take care of Mr. Rawa's house.

I can't just leave you to look after me, so from time to time, I live relaxed while helping Nectar collect the medicines he needs to make his medicine.

Sometimes it's not bad, though sometimes I'm in a rush to get dressed up and dolled by someone named Ligurila, a friend of Mr. Rawa's, or to go hang out with Earl's friends.

I don't know how to get back, it's a mystery how I got to this world in the first place, but this world itself isn't a bad place, it seems rather easy to spend.

It's just true that I care about the Kuzha's. I was certainly on my way. [M]

"Can't you enjoy the old days yet?

"Right."

It's painful that you're lying, but it'd be better than messing it up in a hoax.

Earl looked a little worried about my words, but he immediately brightened his face.

"I'm sure it'll be fun one of these days. Until then, you can stay with me!

"Thank you, Earl"

Thankfully, Earl grinned even deeper and fell asleep next to me.

I'm here today with Earl to pick up some herbs with Nectar's help. The place is in the forest of Signos, where we met.

He came to pick up the herb that day, and he found me.

The side of Earl, illuminated by the leaking day, is a grudge,

"Mm-hmm... your hiccups are good today. Me, too, I'm starting to get nervous..."

"Sleeping children grow up, yes. We still have time for lunch, so I think you can sleep a little."

"Really? When I've slept a lot, I feel like Kaasama Yasama, to..."

If you stroke your habitual flax colored hair, your fuzzy breath will eventually turn to sleep.

I fell asleep next to them, realizing I didn't like being nostalgic.

... Well, I can't help thinking about it.

It is a mystery why it has now come to other different worlds without that or any context.

Unlike the world I was reincarnated into, there is no system called skill. However, I can still use the skills I learned when I was reincarnated.

It's strange that the reason (proverb) of the world you were in is working in another world, but I have no idea what the details are, so it's no use thinking about why.

It's silly to bother your head about something you don't know, so just get some sleep.

"-"

What the sense of smell captured was, in short, unpleasant.

It was an obvious smell of blood, and it didn't belong to people.

Raise your nearly sinking consciousness, get up swooping, and explore the direction of the smell of blood.

The vampire's sense of smell was always sensitive to the way it was, and the direction and distance were immediately known.

"... it's impeccable to interrupt a person's nap"

It's not about me, it's about Earl.

Earl, who sleeps easily, seems to feel good, and wakes up early.

When I always took off the coat I was wearing and put it on my body, it felt good as a hanging sheet replacement.

"Good night, Earl"

My first friend in this world.

To the extent that I think that sleeping face is a good one, I'm not being mean either.

I left the place softly to keep my friend's peaceful sleep intact.

It's going to be a pain in the ass, so let's just get cleaned up and take a nap.

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The smell of blood resembled that of a beast.

The smell of raw blood is coming this way without me even approaching it, but that means it's going to Earl while he's taking a nap.

As always, the speed pole swing status is excellent, and I will reach my destination in no time.

"... dragon?

It was bipedal, in the form of a lizard.

But that wasn't the cute size that would fit in the palm of my hand, it was taller than a tree.

The black scale rocks somewhere disastrously, reflecting the sunlight.

Guru, a grudging voice sounds without concealing his fangs, and the animals rush away.

"... something feels strange"

I don't know why, but I don't think that one belongs in this world.

The air that the dragon is wearing is different from the creatures we've seen in this world.

Either that or my world--

"- Grrrrrrrrrrrr!!

"Huh!"

While I was thinking, my nails were swinging down.

The knocking shock winds up the earth smoke to pollute the refreshing air during the day.

Even though I exaggerated the distance and avoided it, it should be noted that the shock echoed in my lungs.

"... I don't have a hippo in mind, I guess"

The details are unknown, but unlike every walking mushroom, that one has obvious harms.

So is protecting friends, and there are houses nearby that take care of you and where people live.

Let not those who are grateful leave just what they may be harmed.

I'm a pain in the ass, and I'd like to stay asleep all the time if I could, but I know this situation isn't something I can sleep in for a long time. [M]

"Come, of dreams -"

"- Here!!!

"Phew!?

The moment I tried to pull out my weapon, a black meteor crept red.

The blow was the sole of the shoe and, in short, a kick from the diagonal sky.

The dragon, kicked in the face, leaned only for a moment, but did not fall.

Instead, he punched the head-bad as a counter against the intruder.

"Whoops!?

"Mr. Rawa!?

The opponent who called his name received a dragon's head thrust with a sheath of swords.

If the weapon is sturdy, he is also quite sturdy. The opponent who blew this way shredded the ground but landed on both legs firmly, exhaling fuzzily before

"I was surprised... I thought it would hurt a little more"

"Mr. Rawa, I don't know if I can hurt you any more,"

I was about to guess that Mr. Rawa wasn't human, but wouldn't it be a little too sturdy to just eat a blow from an opponent with all that mass difference?

To Mr. Rawa, who came running over here, I speak.

"Mr. Rawa, why are you here?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I see. It was a motherly reason.

Mr. Rawa gives in to meets my gaze and touches my body worryingly.

"Algiers, are you hurt?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Earl was taking a nap, so I put him to bed."

"I checked that on the road...... glad Algiers didn't get hurt either"

Behind Mr. Rawa, who looked relieved, I saw the dragon regaining his posture as he shook his head.

Apparently, my brain rocked a little, with some damage. Though I think it would be awesome at the time they did that much damage with the kick, given the size of the opponent.

Mr. Rawa also noticed the signs, looking back at them,

"Hmm, that sounds just shallow... but dragons, dragons... I don't know anyone like that..."

"Chit-chit-chit-chit...!

The dragon is very angry with Mr. Rawa, who tilts his neck. Sounds like tongue-beating sounded continuously, throat trembling.

The moment I had a bad feeling, it came.

"Hushuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......!!

"Huh...!?

What was spit out of the back of the dragon's throat was smoke with a terribly toxic colour.

Rather than climbing into the sky, the purple smoke spread down to the ground, trying to punch the paint.

"Poisoned...!

As Mr Rawa put it, grasshoppers touching smoke immediately lose their colour.

The pleasant scenery dried up so that it was anointed.

"This... and yet you can no longer get close to people"

"to…"

"Mr. Rawa?

"Ahhh! I'm already mad!!

"Phew!?

Shaking Obsidian's hair, Mr. Rawa stepped forward.

The poison smoke is imminent in front of you. I don't know how many toxins that one has, but I feel just as bad when I take a direct bath.

If it was an instant death, I wouldn't even be able to see it. If you're not dead, you can cure me with my magic, but if it's instant death, I can't cure you.

"Mr. Rawa......!?

"Come on -!!

Her body swelled up the moment she shouted in a tension that was clearly crisp.

"Huh...!?

Mr. Rawa is not human. That's what I knew.

So maybe the way you normally look is just changing, and it's not strange to see you as something other than your nature. That's what I thought.

Though I didn't think that was such a big, obsidian kind of dragon.

Sleek stretched neck, long tail.

The obsidian scales cover the whole body as if it were decorative, and thick nails and sharp fangs are a testament to the strong.

The wings on her back were like the crimson of a room in her hair.

But those deep golden eyes do belong to Mr. Rawa, whom I know.

"Look, there's the big one! I found out if you're my unknown dragon, or if you're a rare breed or a new breed of demon just like Mr. Nectar who would love to be around Nectar. This way it's got to be!

Above all, this tension was completely Mr. Rawa.

"How hard do you think the dragons (me) have had until there are no more bad rumors about me around here! I tried my best even though it was me while I was about to be speared or scaled or used to treat a good body sacrifice!? You're gonna make that another bad rumor, you piece of shit!

Looks just like you, she says, but I don't think the dragon in front of you and Mr. Rawa look much like that.

The poisonous dragon has no wings, and even though it is the same black, the opponent's scales are of dull colour, and Mr. Rawa's scales are of polished obsidian beauty.

More importantly, it smells like a beast from the other side, but Mr. Rawa smells pretty good. It smells refreshing and sweet somewhere, not so different from Mr. Rawa in the human body.

You remind me of a lot of the old days, a little tear-eyed Mr. Rawa's body, and how I feel about it.

"Mr. Rawa. Please calm down. 'Cause they don't look very alike."

"Wouldn't you hate it if there were some bad rumors, even if they didn't look alike!!

He was a worried Mr. Dragon.

Anyway, there are some sizing things, and she doesn't seem to be affected by the poison fog. That was a good thing.

"Ha... beautiful that way"

Pan, slap your hand and activate the magic, the magic of recovery will erase the poison fog.

Plus shriveled grasshoppers, what wasn't completely rotten to the roots, restored vitality.

I pulled out the blade again, making sure the poison was no longer affected.

"Mr. Rawa. I'll help you."

"I'm sorry, can I ask for it? The herbs around here are pretty important, so I hope they just turn off the poison..."

"Thank you very much, and it feels like I'm going to do my best."

He convinced me of my words, and Mr. Rawa nodded forcefully and stormed.

"Just in return!!

A bullet-like head poke of Obsidian pierced his opponent's face.

The blow by Mr. Rawa, who has gained mass, has a deeper and more intense impact on the poisonous dragon than earlier.

Watching the situation, I also stepped forward and ran up Mr. Rawa's body to cover him.

"Ku, it tickles, Algiers......!?

"I'm sorry, would you excuse me for just a moment"

If you climb to the edge of your shoulder, the view is high.

I shrugged something that came to my mind as I looked at the person who was cursed by the head-buds.

"Hmm, sounds like a monster movie"

"Is that a movie...?

"Uh, yes. Movies. Oh, no, sorry, nothing."

"Hey, wait a minute, Alger!? You know the movie!?

"Oh, for once...... that, too, Mr. Rawa?

"... er"

"... could it be"

Look at each other in the face and let them squeeze their eyes. The dragon's eyes at close range were twitchy and pretty cute.

Mr. Rawa's reaction to the words I spilled is something he can't do without knowing something called a movie.

The moment I thought about Mr. Rawa's identity, a payback came from him.

"Aww!?

It was a clean hit because it was completely distracting.

By the blow of his opponent, Mr. Rawa holds his face down and groans.

"Knock... it's pretty sturdy, too...!

"Sounds like we should talk later."

"Oh yeah...... take your time later, I guess I want you to let me hear it!

We were able to talk to each other, so the policy of just cleaning up was consolidated.

"Yep......!!

Mr. Rawa was now more than just attacking, trying to hold him down with his nails to reach his opponent.

The venomous dragon, which was laid to the ground as a matter of course, is unhappy and rampant. Poison fog spills from the edge of his mouth, contaminating his surroundings again.

Make sure you sew it with weight, and Mr. Rawa seals the opponent's movements.

I didn't hesitate against someone who couldn't move. [M]

Try to jump off Mr. Dragon's shoulder and fall to the target in a straight line.

"Will you make it there?"

The blade has already been removed. The moment I landed on him, I swung it through.

The name of the blade in my hand is "Dream Sleep Pity." It's a special weapon that allows you to amputate intangibles.

The slaughter is not once, but overlapping results in indiscriminate shooting and demolition work.

Every fog of poison tore the flesh and even cut the blood into fine pieces.

"Yes, beautiful."

It sprinkles and quickly purifies what splashes on me as well.

It's not like I have nowhere to think about taking a creature's life, except if it's annoying. If that too is such a poisonous being that it can take a person's life, it is dangerous if it is not eliminated.

"... have you cleaned up? Thank you, Algiers."

"Even without me, I think Mr. Rawa was the only one cleaned up."

The body of the person looking up is so large that it is not comparable to when it is a human body.

But his eyes, his voice and his way of speaking are undoubtedly Mr. Rawa. There are quite a few people I know who are not standard, so it's not that surprising.

Instead, there is nothing we need to talk about right now.

"So, Algiers, I'm talking about the movie earlier..."

"Yeah, maybe we..."

- The moment I tried to spin the word, it came.

There are a number of glittering spheres of light around me.

Fluffy light is like a firefly, it makes my body inviting me to come together.

"... Sounds like something's out of time?

The moment the light appeared, I somehow realized that this time was coming to an end.

I know the warmth and smell of this light.

Defeating the dragon now was probably what it took to end the dream.

"Algiers, hey......!?

"Uh... excuse me. I think I'll probably have to go home now... so if I can... just tell Earl goodbye."

I don't know why, but I'm not originally a resident of this world.

Whatever world this is, I can't stay here forever.

There's another world where Argent Van Peel lives, and I still have something to do there.

"... If I could see you again someday, would you even talk about your favorite movie?

"... pup. Nice, that. Okay. Tell the Earls properly..."

"Algiers!!

"Ah..."

What I heard from afar was the voice of another friend made in this world.

If I turned my gaze to the voice I heard, I could see Earl running with my coat, shaking his flax hair.

"... Goodbye, Earl"

I have a lot to say, but I'm sure this is the last time I thought of it, so spinning is a goodbye word.

In my whitening vision, I waved to my friends in this world.

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"Mmm..."

He had his eyes closed at some point, and at the same time it opened, he felt a familiar smell.

The ceiling in the blurred view is made of wood and I realize this is the inside of the carriage.

"Whew... are you back"

The senses seem to wake up from dreams, but the memories are clear.

I don't know what that world is, but I was there.

Mr. Rawa, Mr. Nectar, and, Earl.

That warm family is certainly not a dream, but does live in some world.

"Huh..."

"Mr. Alger, are you awake?

My friend Kuzha is the one who shows up and peeks into this face. The fox's ears and tails are adorable, she's an animal girl.

"Oh...... Kuzha. Good morning. How long have I been asleep?

"It's about thirty minutes. You're early for Mr. Alger."

"... Sounds like you were shorter than I thought"

"Mr. Alger? What's wrong with you?

"Oh, no. Nothing, Kuzha."

I think the length of my stay in the other world was about a month, but over here, really, it seems that only a certain amount of time has passed since I was asleep.

If you shake your head and get up, Kuzha looks at this one with a pretentious and intriguing shake of her fox tail.

"You seemed to sleep for a short time, but you kind of enjoyed sleeping. Did you have any good dreams?

In response to the question, nature and loose mouth will have no choice.

Remembering my memorable friend and his family, I returned my words to Kuzha.

"Yeah, I was just having a good dream."

It was a little strange, but warm and a little delightful.

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"... Phew"

boundaries. In a place called that, I sighed.

"... a strange error has occurred."

This is a place that exists in the confines of every world.

It is therefore also a place where the memories of various worlds gather.

The collected memories are divided into categories and delivered to various departments.

This time, there was a small error in the system that was responsible for that memory.

The effect linked the two reincarnators, who are peculiar beings, to the memory of different worlds in the form of 'dreams'.

The role of post-processing has turned to me in my role as a witch of boundaries, because one of the beings caught up in it was the one I reincarnated.

Ultimately, they took the countermeasure of reverting to the original world by summoning to each dream what solidified the cause of the system error as a demonic being and causing it to be defeated by the reincarnators.

It is forbidden for anything that originally lives on the boundary to interfere in another world, but it is an exceptional measure because things are the case. If I just let it go like that, we'd both be trapped in a different world as memories, and we wouldn't be able to leave forever.

"We need to review the system."

I'm basically in charge of reincarnation, so this is supposed to be an off-business job, but I can't help it if God says "hello" to me. I am God's messenger, so I can't socially resist up and down here.

I once again sighed deeply as I summarized my opinions on what had happened and future policies as documents.

Fortunately, so much so that neither of the reincarnated thought that the memory of a different world was bad? The error occurred, but it did not make me uncomfortable.

"... have a good dream, bye."

I am the one who no longer dreams, but I know how good it is to wake up after a good dream.

I turned my consciousness to the preparation of the report, thinking of the two reincarnators who would not otherwise interact.

Totally. I wish I had dreamed of this.