The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

Cyril large vault, middle layer.

We were gathered in a large room that was reserved for visitors.

"... what do you mean, that's"

Mr. Fernote leaks a confused voice, but no one could answer that. I don't know what it means to be the person I am. [M]

Mr. Cyril and I are alike - rather than hair and eye color, except for the outfit, our appearance was almost identical. If there was a difference, there would be as much of a small crying mole under Cyril's right eye as there was depicted.

"Two melons... even if they say they're twin sisters, you can believe it"

"That sounded like the 2P color of the game"

"Tsupi?

"Oh, no. Nothing."

I shouldn't, I've got something on my mind that leaks.

Switch your head, I'll think about it for a second.

What makes Mr. Cyril and I very similar is the indisputable fact.

Me and her too similar. What the hell is this all about?

God's use for explaining so many things to me before I was reincarnated - given that Mr. Lorizii didn't explain it at all, it's natural to conclude that it's a coincidence... but we're too similar to each other to clean it up with words that say coincidence.

"Mr. Alger, did you have a sister?

"Vampires are naturally occurring demi humans in the first place, so there's no such thing as flesh parents, Kuzha."

"Ah... you're right"

Xeno-kun is right. Vampires have no blood connection.

If there is, it is a connection through the contractual skills of blood, and it does not come from someone.

Mr. Satsuki and Mr. Iris, who run a coffee shop in Sacranomiya, the capital of the Republic, have the same surname, but that is a sign that they are family in mood or as a way of being. I don't have anyone who tied that up. If I were there, I would have that person feed me.

"... Either way, it's hard not to get out of here."

As Fernote said, we are now in de facto detention.

The keeper of the big vault that calls me Cyril closed the entrance.

"Cyril is natural to be here, because this is Cyril's house. Others are free to leave. A friend of Cyril's would welcome a stay."

That's what the administrator said, but I'm not Mr. Cyril, so I got in trouble.

I'm supposed to use my merchant ship, the Pisces, to get to the Devil's Lands. If I can't get away from here, no one else can.

Conversely, I feel like I can get away with it by myself, so I can ask everyone to leave first and join me later...

"... the lost man is back, is it"

Given what happened to her, I honestly feel compelled to run away in silence.

The tears of that man and his delightful voice were definitely real. Even if it's a mistake, even a blunt me can tell that she's really happy from the bottom of her heart.

I'm sure everyone around me won't say "let it go" because I can see that.

Kuzha-chan in particular is pretty dear, maybe because she overlaps with someone about herself. Because she's also losing a loved one, a mother.

"... Um, was there a problem?

Only one, someone who didn't know the situation because the words didn't make sense, released a question mark.

The only woman in this who speaks a different language, a dark elf. It's Mr. Richelle.

The way he slipped his little neck and moved his ears like a girl was an adorable trick.

Although everyone sends their gaze against her like that, they let their gaze wander like they were in trouble because they don't know what they're talking about.

I'm the only one who can communicate with the will, so I open my mouth for explanations.

"We got a little bit of a problem, and we're just gonna be here a little bit longer."

"... Really? I understand that."

It was only for a moment that Mr. Richelle was upset. One breath and an ear shake, and in all that time I smile as I always do.

I suppress my desire to return soon and make it a priority for us, and that's what I'm saying.

... What is it?

I got into a situation where it was painful to run away and relax.

Or so it seems difficult to explain to the Spirit in the Great Vault from the front to make out.

Or would it be different again if we put aside a little time to calm down?

When I was thinking about it, the door opened. It's not people who come in, it's white figures with rounded bodies. It was the golems.

Try to pinch them with a thick two-finger like a magic hand, and they have a basin. What's on top of that is colorful cuisine.

Meat, fish and vegetables. Some rice, some bread. When dozens of different dishes were lined up on the table, a gorgeous sight was created, as if spreading paint on a palette.

"... Speaking of which, was it time for lunch"

"No, it's very luxurious."

"That's a lot of luxury. I didn't even get out this far when they called me to the royal palace party."

"... my food bill for a few months, this"

"Mr. Zeno, that's a merchant-like calculation..."

"No, if they charge you later on in this, don't worry about it."

"As far as the janitor's concerned, I'm sure he'll be all right."

"But Mr. Alger isn't Mr. Cyril, is he? After understanding that, I thought if they charged me again..."

"- Momogu"

"What, you're already eating!?

"Mogu?"

Mr. Richelle took the lead with no idea what this conversation was about. Instead, he had another second cup of replacement on him.

Even if you don't understand the words, you must have been surprised by Xeno-kun's shout. Mr. Richelle dropped his gaze on the tea bowl and repeated the move to look at Zeno-kun a few times, then made the words.

"This is an excellent rice grown in the Devil's Continent as well. Features plump cooking and elegant sweetness"

No, it's not.

I thought I should go in, but I lost my mind watching Mr. Richelle put a large grain of rice on his cheek and somehow explain it with a doya face.

As everyone but Mr. Richelle sends her gaze over here, I sigh,

"They said it wasn't poisoned. They're delicious."

He took his seat in silence, with a face like everyone had given up. Just like me, it must have been a pain in the ass to get into.

I've already got my hands on it for now, shall I eat it too? [M] I was just thinking about that, and my hand got pulled.

"Uh... what is it?

Catching this hand with the hands of a cold machine is an integral golem.

Scarlet light looked this way, supposedly taking on the role of eyes.

"... I'm sorry, you seem a little called, so I'm going. I'll explain if I can."

"Mr. Alger, are you okay on your own? Me too..."

"No, Xeno-kun stay here. Because I think they'd be happier about it."

They think of me as Mr. Cyril. [M] Calling just me means "I want to talk to Mr. Cyril alone".

Even though I'm mistaken, I can understand that feeling, so it's early to give water away. Let's be honest here.

It was time to get sleepy, but I decided to follow the golem with patience.