The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

I stepped forward, aware that my body would be lighter with the restorative magic exerted on me by Argento.

"Die."

"Oh, come kill me but good. If you can."

The resentful enemy never laughed, never mocked, just said that as a fact, and welcomed me.

... really, vain.

They're right, empty, vain.

Because the Count was a puppet a long time ago, and I remain imprisoned by centuries of regret.

What is between us is a grudge that I'm sure someone will not create anything to speak of or be a billionaire.

A pathetic void that kept wandering for hundreds of years after being deprived of what I loved, and a pathetic void that kept taking away and ended up depriving me of my will.

"That's the only way I can live...!

Argent has changed. Something filled the empty vessel. You can tell by the look on that kid's face. That face is the face of those who can get irreplaceable things.

No more that kid is just empty enough to be adored for the princess role someone gave him. Yeah, I like that too because it's loving and worthwhile.

But we're not. We can't get over the past, we can't change, and we're vain beings who think that's good.

I'm sure we deserve to be killing each other like this.

"Haha! The less the trail, the more I'll carve it for you! Carsblade!!"

In front of my resentful enemies, my intent to kill is excellent.

Naturally, magic, the power of the mind, is also more vicious than usual, exerting its effects.

The blade of the curse rose from all directions, and drove to destroy the Count.

"Stupid"

Cut and discarded in just one word, the opponent crushed the blade from the front with his bare hands.

"How stupid. Princess, the blood-sucking princess. How many times do I have to say it? Your blade won't reach me."

"If you don't try, you don't get it, do you?

It's a lie.

The truth is, I know you didn't tell me.

Black, red, gold. Of the three vampires who are said to be the strongest, I must be the weakest.

Red is strong. I've only seen that once, but I'm sure that one will even outsmart black if it's my territory.

Black is also strong. The person right now in front of you can undoubtedly be called the strongest corner of this world. Just one person, with the weakness of being incompatible with anyone.

I'm not. I don't have the strength to be as simple alone as they are.

All the time, I've been leaping back to work in my favor. Fighting from the front comes after an arithmetic that you can always win.

To make up for what was not enough in my power, to be unreasonable rain, I did not fail to root.

Even though I knew everything wouldn't get on my palm, I kept thinking to get it on. Even if it's weak, to be strong.

"Blood Cage"

So I don't fight alone.

Demons modified to their liking with their own hands. I summoned the handkerchief with salt to crush it without hesitation.

"Hit the void, hit the void"

"I don't choose the means. Besides... you can eat with each other, right?

The 'Black Count' in front of us is also a being enslaved by the Empire. Not so different from the handkerchief I use.

"... don't you have that dog"

"Bundersnatch is my favorite. If you break something important twice, you won't get away with it."

More importantly, the ability to ride alone is better with the kids we're putting out right now. Instead, I get in the way.

None of them are merely demons or beasts, but synthetic warcraft made of powerful creatures capable of being called disasters.

Secret kids, but I didn't mind. Even if you run out of everything you have, only the resentful enemies in front of you will definitely end up.

"Stupid......"

And more than I expected, the other guy was vicious.

My gestures using powerful creatures such as dragon species and phantom beasts as material are crushed one after the other. It doesn't even use magic, either, with a bare-handed blow.

That figure deserves to be called a disaster more than I do. It would even be difficult to fatigue them to this extent.

"Vain, vain. You die like a vain, princess."

My enemies come as I create a pile of corpses.

The scales of the dragon, the horns of the phantom beast, the nails, the fangs, and the methyl, all turn the beloved twig hagis I spin into blood and flesh, and walk.

They come to ruin what I made, 'again'.

"That's good, too."

From that day on, I'm like dead.

Ever since they took my loved ones, I've been distorted.

So it's not bad to die here. Since that day anyway, it's empty.

"But then you die too...!

Empty, you're the same.

I could only take it away, I lived more as a disaster than I did, and at the end of the day I fell from the dog.

Like all the other vampire soldiers, you've been deprived of your will so much, you talk like the rest of the cuss and you turn our minds upside down with a lingering consciousness.

"Die, die, die, die!!

If I die, you die, too. Die.

Like a body piled up like this mountain, ruin it.

As if trampling such thoughts, the opponent turns the warcraft that I have created with salt and even affection into chunks of meat.

"... over, princess"

"Huh... ahhh!!

With all the lives I had put in my way, I rushed forward.

Hands a cursed magic blade, from the front, straight.

"A throwaway bowl? Then we'll do what we want."

I didn't go out with the other guy's knife that would just crush me if I touched him.

"Fogging"

"No...?

My body misted in an instant and passed my opponent.

"... to that extent, I can handle just magic in my hands"

"Yeah, I guess so."

I just avoided it.

I just said I slipped through the person in front of me and took the back.

It also ceases to make sense with the Count turning around immediately.

"Who touches a man or something? I'm sorry I crossed the blade. What can I do for you, these kids?

It is the pile of blood and meat that converges and descends again the misty flesh.

Lovely cute handkerchiefs, who can no longer move for me.

But even if they don't move, these kids can help. Because it's still so 'warm'.

"Aha... haha! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!

Blood is something with a lot of magic.

And we vampires are good at absorbing magic from within our blood.

"From the corpse, are you sucking magic......!?

"Heh heh, that would be awkward, Argent. But I'll use anything I can! Because until one of these kids' blood squeezes, it's mine!!

It doesn't matter if they say they want it deep, or they say they're ruthless.

Because I decided to live irrationally.

Put your hands on countless piles of flesh and I will suck up magic.

"Hahahahaha!!

On my own, I am no match for the Count.

But that has happened many times before.

I've been cornered many times, and I almost got killed many times. I bought a lot of grudges, a lot of raids, and I'm still being chased.

Still, I didn't quit being unreasonable. He has done everything in his power to survive, even in a predicament that cannot be overcome by a single ride.

"I survived, unlike you."

The Count is certainly strong. It would be much stronger than I am.

Still, he lost. Surrounded, captured and enslaved by soldiers of the Empire.

It's not irrational, it's just a toy.

"If you mean to be vain, at least disappear avenged by me"

To fulfill my personal grievances, I used up all of the magic I sucked up.

"Disasta............!!

Activate the magic of crushed ruin once more. Now hit him to destroy his resentful enemies with so much magic that it's not comparable to then.

For me, this is the best big move. I don't usually use it because I don't want to wreck it all the way up to what I want, but it doesn't matter now.

My resentment swirls and approaches the target. I used everything I could use, authentic, just once and for all. I'm not alone, a blow that spattered mountain-like lives in grandeur.

"... DISASTA!!

I heard the Count.

Though my magic was too great and my vision blocked, it did still echo their words. Probably used magic to counter it.

"Break it... break it... disappear... die!! My... friend's, no, no, no!

resentment, curse, regret, anger, sadness.

All the emotions I had accumulated over the centuries, I shouted.

Please say a prayer that this black emotion will break.

"Ah..."

But that didn't happen.

Out of the vortex of destruction, the Earl appears. Half the flesh is crushed by magic, yet, it comes before me.

"Vain."

Like piercing an empty vessel.

Lightly, a knife pierced my body.