The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... so why is this happening?"

"I have no idea... mock warfare, right?

It was the cheer of the members of the rebels that the woes and the stirring around them were.

Or quite a few people obviously have a knob just for alcohol, and compared to when the Ginkas fought during this time, the difference in tension is terrific.

... Uh, why did this happen?

Honestly, I have no idea. I wonder why we need to fight.

I never thought this would happen, although it was something that Mr. Ginka would ignore and dine on in half a day of things.

"Ha... mah. Ginka did it anyway. Don't be a spectacle."

That's what I say that sounds like a pain in the ass, and Chrome sighs.

To say you don't look comfortable or upset somewhere could mean you don't want to get too much attention.

Chrome gently stroked her own magic tool (artifact), The Sound of Sewing Dead Child, and looked at this one.

The amber gaze is somewhere worrying and I can feel the atmosphere getting lost.

"... if you mean do it, that's a wish or a fulfillment, but hey. I'm surprised it's sudden."

"... does Chrome want a rematch after all?

"You're right! … and just what I want to say…"

Chrome glanced at me and spilled a big sigh again.

An attitude that feels like you don't want to, not be a pain in the ass. The same is still true of the words that are spinned,

"... I honestly don't think it's hard to do."

"Really?

"... it must be true you lost. He's one of us now. He drinks tea once in a while."

"Well, that's true"

We were certainly hostile when we met, but now we are surrendering to the same rebels.

I didn't need to get along any better than I needed to, but I stuck around and noticed that I sometimes had tea.

"So I thought the opportunity was gone. You put that in front of me so lightly, I'm stronger in confusion than happy."

"Uh... do you want to stop?

"... you can't be like that. Wow"

Loose, and Chromium pulls her strength out of her body.

Instead of standing, I removed the extra to flash. Naturally enough to feel that way, she entered a combat posture.

The loose air until earlier disappears in an instant, twisting, and a deliberate intention to stroke this one's back comes.

"For the rebels, I know I'm a troublemaker..."

"The troublemaker...?

That's not true. I don't think so.

At least, in Mr. Ginka's mouth yesterday, it wasn't.

The rebels were acknowledging her power, but when they felt inclined to come near her, they said so.

But he doesn't think so for Chrome. No, is that why you avoided getting more familiar with your surroundings than you had to?

"You don't know what Ginka's thinking... more than I'm here. Ha, if she tells me to show my strength, it's until I do."

"Chrome, that's..."

"I've already switched my head firmly..."

Loose. Loose.

Make it look like a pendulum, Chrome rocks.

Slow, quiet, somewhere out of sight. That's the move.

"Shake it."

And in an instant, a handknife waved around my neck.

"Huh...!

I chose to let the distance go because Chromium's speed was much faster than before.

The sense of crisis that has come late strokes my back as a chill.

I grew up aware of the sweat. [M]

"... as always, it's mucky fast"

"Chrome, you're faster than before"

"Ha... you bet."

Unload the shaken knife, and Chrome looks here.

The amber eyes are violently distorted, and the killing spirit being directed at them is twisted, as if they were cluttered together.

In the past, Chrome's signs are sharper now than when confronted in the woods where he met Neguseau.

Chrome followed me to the Empire, where she turned herself to the rebels and must have gone through many battles. Strength should be much higher than then.

"I'm going for real... don't complain if you die...?

"... whichever one wins, let's live and have tea later?

It's not a response, just a knife pounding in.

Similar to Mr. Fernote's time, there was no signal of initiation, and the simulation was started.