The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Ooh... that's a rough road"

The feeling of my butt poking up came irregularly and I spilled that feeling.

Faced outside the carriage, Mr. Fernote threw a glimpse at me while holding the horse's reins.

"It looks like the streets are rough because of the war."

A declaration of war against the whole world, carried out by a great nation called the Empire. That's causing disputes everywhere right now.

In that empire, there may be reincarnators from the Jiuyin family other than me and Aoya.

"Well, since there are no more borders or anything, maybe going to the Empire itself will go smoothly there..."

…………

"Algiers? What's wrong?

"Uh... oh, no. Nothing."

I returned the vague words to Mr. Fernote, who looked worried.

One thing I think. A world lived in the past. When I was called Jiuyin Silver.

"... Nine Years, huh?"

Jiuyin's house was one that did not acknowledge what was not outstanding.

The condition for reincarnation is that 'the quality of the soul is not compatible with the world where it was'.

Although I did not meet the conditions required by Nine Years in the first place, and Aoya was technically recognized, he was very uncomfortable with Nine Years' house.

... but that guy looked different.

Crogane, I remember him again, named.

That's an unmingled, truly "seemingly" person in the house of Jiuyin.

Demonstrate your own excellence, pride yourself on value, and define. It was the right thing to say about that house in the world I was in.

More than Mr. Aoyagi, I don't know why he's reincarnated. And at the same time, it is unclear why we will continue that way of life until we come to another world.

"Hiccup..."

Thoughts were interrupted by shaking my mind as much as I could.

I wondered what it was, and Mr. Fernote pulled the reins and just stopped the horse.

"Mr. Fernote? What's the matter, sir?

"... people are down"

Quickly, Mr. Fernote will jump off the carriage.

Before she turned her legs, there were certainly two people-like things, falling down the road.

"Mr. Alger, what's wrong?

"I don't know, but something seems to have happened."

With Kuzha in the face, I'll get out of the carriage and head over there, too.

I don't know what happened, but if you're hurt or anything, I'm in charge. Mr. Fernote can do it if it's enough to cure an easy injury, but if the wound is deep, or if it's a strong poison or disease, it's my recovery magic turn.

"... Mr. Alger. I remember this smell."

"To?"

Kuzha, who runs side by side, said that, and I concentrated on my sense of smell, too.

For her, who lived with her mother, someone she knew besides me would generally be something she had been able to do since she met me.

I mean, if you know Kuzha, most of them know me, too.

"... ah"

I speed up to see who's caught in my memory. Kuzha accelerates in the same way.

Going nearby, Mr. Fernote looks back here and

"Algiers. It's not like dying any time soon, but we're both deeply wounded. I was wondering if you could help."

"... yeah, I get it. I know you, don't I? I'll help."

"Huh?"

The two unconscious faces certainly looked familiar.

"… those two are performers I know"

"I'm a veteran!

"Oh, yeah...?

Ducks and Chihuahuas.

Seeing two people with the same name as a small dog, I somehow had a feeling it would be a hassle.