Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"One of these days, Mr. Lent and I are destined to meet, and I shall ask you even then about the waves that are going to happen here. It's time for the carriage to leave, and I'm sorry about this."

I just want to beg your pardon for such a fate, but I can't fool around with Niv.

I think from the bottom of my heart I need to be very careful.

And if you look in the direction of Niv's gaze, you'll see one guy staring at this one with a frustrated look in front of the carriage a little further away.

Niv said that as he looked over there, so perhaps that carriage is the carriage they're going to ride, and the man over there is your man or something.

It is somewhat understandable to say that the man is a Robelic official because he has a caged gaze of respect for Mullias.

If you take a closer look at the carriage, the Robelic crest is engraved.

It's not that expensive of a carriage, but it's a lot better than a regular carriage.

I don't think I can afford to go upside down.

Scattered with magic bags, so the purse strings have to be tight for a while.

Well, still, I can afford much more than I used to.

I don't know when it will come in and...

The more highly qualified demons you try to fight, the greater is the expense of the adventurer.

If you're going to name it, if you don't have that much savings.

Still, there are few fancy adventurers who don't have overnight money.

Besides, it's cooler that way.

... Shall I try to live that way too?

And for a moment I thought, I immediately dismissed it in my mind because I was aware that my personality was too blameworthy to do it.

"It was pretty light... because I do feel like I'm going to see you again. Stay well until then, at best."

I really want you to be hurt enough to scratch your sleeping neck.

but I can't say that.

"Hmm? This is even a normal dialogue...... I also don't think it sounds like Mr. Lent, is he a guy called Social Dictionary? Don't worry. If there are times when I'm not well, it's about the time the vampire vampire vanished from the world."

"... right"

That sounds unlikely until then, when my life is turned down... No, no, I'm like a vampire "vampire" and not a vampire "vampire" with a laugh in my heart.

Then, Niv and Murias walked up to the carriage waving, and left in a quiet way that did not make them feel the storm that had broken out in the city malt.

"... no, this is a relief, is it?

I squeal like that all the time, staring at the carriage that Lorraine turned away from me.

"I wonder... according to Niv's prophecy, there's going to be another wave here"

"Well, that view isn't necessarily a mistake. The Tower, the College, and the Labyrinth are all gathered in one place. In this situation of an influx of more people, there would be no way anything would happen. But, Lent, can I assume that the days when you and Lina are suspected of being vampires" vampires are once and for all gone?

"I hope so... because I know very well about this one that there are good guys everywhere. It's the same thing that keeps you alert."

In Niv's case, the extra quality "the guys" were bad enough to reinforce the survey with experience and logical guesses, so I don't think any more guys would show up inside, but just be careful.

"I know I can't be alarmed, but what exactly do I do? I don't have this experience, so what should I do..."

That's what Lina said with a troubled look on her face.

Sure, if you ask me.

I've lived a while since I became the Undead, so I'm kind of understanding which neighborhood is suspicious and the point, but Lina's still inexperienced as the Undead.

I'll have to tell you about this neighborhood.

Well, there's nothing hard about it.

"Right. First of all, I'm not leaving at midnight."

I guess this is natural.

Because it's suspicious that people like us wander around in the middle of the night.

And when there's something like Niv, I get eyes on him.

Lina also seemed convinced of this,

"Hmm. That's true. Anything else?

"All you have to do is... feel as good as you can. I knew when I said" undead "the immortal, I had the feeling that it was a disgusting thing. Say hello to your neighbor every morning."

This is what I practice as I live in Lorraine's house.

Even so, I'm not deeply involved, but I'm talking about that in the morning, when I'm incinerating accumulated garbage or something, because I really run into a neighbor.

I guess the rest is about shopping at the market and interacting with aunts and stuff.

"Ha ha... right. Greetings are fundamental to human beings, aren't they!

"Exactly. There's more..."

That's how I finished tapping into Lina some of the undead "undead" hearts, with a subtle look on Lorraine's face I was listening to on the side.

"... sounds kind of like a precaution to teach kids to stay out for the first time..."

and groaned.

No, no, that's not...

That's not true, is it?

Even if you look at Lina's face like that, Lina took a notepad from somewhere (a magic prop made by Lorraine and given to Lina. It's expensive there if you buy it) I took it out and wrote down my notes there.

Take a peek at what it says.

· According to, it is or is not!

- Greetings, Daiji!

-Okanji, pretty good! etc...

and it was described in adorable letters.

...... hmm.

Well.

Sure, even if I can't say it sounds like attention to kids......

That's what I thought. I'm so far away from Lina, and when I look at Lorraine, I'm laughing.

What the hell, I think, well, if I had the opposite position, I would have laughed, and I had no choice.

"But you're not wrong, are you?

Once I asked her that for confirmation, Lorraine nodded,

"Sure. In fact, it seems to the average neighbor that you are perceived as a pleasant residence of the Viviers."

I answered that.

... It's nice not to be suspicious, but a pleasant place to stay is likely to involve the tickets of the Undead.

I don't mind...

That's when I thought about it.

"Hey, you!! What will you do!?

Such an anger echoed in the parking lot.