The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Algiers, what time are you asleep!!

"Pi!?

Starting first thing in the morning, the hammock is flipped over and dropped on the floor.

The floor of the limp plant is cold and another charm from the hammock. I want to fall asleep twice like this, but before my consciousness falls back to sleep, I'm forced to cause it.

"Ugh...? Good morning, Mr. Fernote."

"Probably. It's already past lunch."

"Uh... it's safe for me to wake up in the morning"

"Socially it's significantly out......!!

That passes, but I ignored it because I'm unwilling to fit into society.

Coming to Dark Elf territory, already for a few days.

I was perfectly sweet with Richelle's words about staying forever. [M]

Anyway, it's comfortable. Unlike the surrounding jungle zone, this place is maintained, low humidity and easy to spend.

Besides, the bedding is hammocked, and I shouldn't feel comfortable shaking it all over again. I can sleep as much as I want.

Rice is also delicious because of its natural origins, and it comes out even in silence.

It comes with a three-meal nap and even serves snacks if you want. What? This is super comfortable. Maybe this is what I was looking for. [M]

We know the Devil's Continent is a dangerous place, but so far there have been no incidents or raids. Occasionally, Mr. Mutsuki's messenger-like people come from his country, but since the response is the work of his lord, Mr. Richelle, I don't give a damn about every day.

Zeno-kun seems to have made some profit in Dark Elf territory as well as Mr. Mutsuki, and he seems to be busy every day.

"Totally no more... every day, every day, come on. How long have you been doing this?"

"I want to sleep half an hour a day, so my goal is to do it a little bit more."

"Don't tell me something funny with a true face......!?

Speaking of which, when we lived together in Arlesha, we had a similar conversation.

Sleeve through your jacket, remembering what you miss. In the meantime, Mr. Fernote looks at me with a wooden hair. [M]

Though I felt soft about the feel of the tits hitting my back, I said thank you.

"Thank you, Mr. Fernote"

"Nothing good, I'm getting used to it... but Algiers, you know, you can't be here forever"

"That's right."

"At least we don't seem to have a problem right now, but it's a land where the lord Richelle is taken away or where there is a war on a daily basis. You said you weren't looking for what you wanted in a place like that, right?

"That's right..."

"Sure, this is a good place, but I'm gonna be here forever, and I'm gonna be a mess, 'cause Richelle's gonna look bad one day, too."

"Perhaps so..."

"... Algiers, are you listening?

"That's right."

"... Shall I feed you?

"Oh, okay!? Please!!

"Don't just ask where it's convenient!!

As good as it sounded, I got my head snapped. It hurts plain.

With his head in tears, Mr. Fernote shook his chest with a loud sigh. What dwells in the eyes of different colors is a discouraging emotion like giving up.

"Xeno and Richelle are already working well, and Kuzha is helping us hunt in the territory. Come on, Algiers, why don't you make up your mind?

"Right, I'll start thinking tomorrow"

"Oh, you...!

I decided to leave the room I was given because I was going to be really pissed off any more. [M]

I can hear you calling it off from behind, but I've heard enough of your sermons, so let's have it tomorrow.

… shall we find somewhere where we can take a nap?

It's a small settlement, but surprisingly there are many nap spots. There are a few places like windy passages where sleeping is pretty comfortable.

Though a few days have passed since I came to this territory, I have been living like this every day lately. If Mr. Fernote wakes me up and gives me a sermon there, I'll go out for a nap.

I understand what she says is best, but I can't help it because it's comfortable.

Thank you. You're too comfortable to decide to leave. Instead, I even want to be fed here all the time if it's possible.

If you look up at the sky, the tree leaks from the gaps in the trees, and the wind strokes your skin and shakes your silver hair like you think it's comfortable. Yeah, it's better than a great nap day today.

Bringing back Mr. Richelle made me the benefactor of this territory, and I can talk to him from all over the place, even on foot. While responding appropriately to that, I identified today's nap spot.

I walked for a little while and came to one of my favorite places, a slightly taller hill.

"... oh dear Algiers"

"Mr. Richelle? What's the matter, here?"

Sitting on the hill on the grass was a face I saw.

It was Mr. Richelle, the lord ruling this territory.

When she rocks her brown long ears piccolorly, she comes here to make a call. Come on, it seems.

When she comes in honestly because she was called in, she slaps the grass next door softly. Accept that, and we'll line up next to nature.

... Ah, good wind.

This is where I've used it for a few naps over the past few days, but it still looks good.

Although the wind passing through is damp, it smells sweet and pleasant of the fruit grown nearby.

If you close your eyes to be invited by comfort, a soft drowsiness will come.

"Fumi......"

"Dear Algiers, you look asleep"

"Right. Mostly I'm always sleepy. Even today, uh... because I've only slept maybe fifteen hours."

"... I think it's enough"

"Satisfaction varies from person to person. Look, eat just a little better than people or something."

I was nodded with great momentum, so it would be nice to know that we had a common perception.

As he shook his head, he was accidentally drawn to it.

"Mmm."

In a breath, you are led to your knees.

If you look up, not as well as Mr. Fernote, but a firm swell and a soft smile.

Wood leaking days peeking through the gaps in light golden hair are gentle and warm.

"... Mr. Richelle?

"If it's good on my knees, I think it's better than... pillowing the ground"

"... right, please"

Mr. Richelle smiled, looking just a little embarrassed, but somewhere happy.

The feeling of fingers being passed through your silver hair. The soft feel is conveyed to the scalp and comfortable.

If I close my eyes with nature, drowsiness will soon sink my consciousness into my dreams.

"You may stay asleep. Until before dinner, stay like this."

"Really... well, to your word... munya..."

"... if Master Alger wishes... all the time..."

I know you're whispering something, but my consciousness darkens before I understand the meaning of the word.

From mellow to sleep. From reality to dreams.

Loosely, but surely, my heart sank.