The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"What... what the hell...!?

The answer to the question mark has already been given.

'Cause that's what I knew from the beginning.

The Devil's Continent is a dangerous place, a place of constant strife. I knew that before I came, and I saw it with my own eyes when I came here and I was at Mr. Mutsuki's.

So now, the flames that go up in front of me, the screams, the angry voices, I should have been able to predict.

Above all, because the presence of Mr. Richelle, who was exposed from this territory in the past, showed that.

That I was turning away. That's sweet to the coziness, and it came while I was gurgling. That's all.

"Ah, Dear Alger..."

"Mr. Lolo......!

Fluffy, walking over here is the face I've been used to seeing in the last few days.

I'm making a maid of honor at Mr. Richelle's mansion, it was Mr. Rollo.

"It hurts. It hurts."

Activate healing magic by embracing Rollo, who has an obviously pungent face.

The wave of recovery that rolled in trying to blow the heat soothes her body in no time.

I didn't know if I was injured, or if I was ill with some kind of magic or this fire, so I decided to let it all flip and get better for now, without any magic spare me, and recover anyway.

Mr. Lolo seemed to have lost his mind when he fell, and from inside his arms he felt a sleeping breath, a loose breath.

"... raid, I guess you're most right to think"

If you clear your ears, you can hear the sound of a forest burning or a house collapsing, and you can hear a deafening noise.

An irregular high wave is clearly the sound of someone crossing a blade.

Is the crushing sound for breaking something, and the wind cut sound because the bow and arrow are cutting the sky?

Obviously, it also turns out that there are multiple fights going on.

And I haven't heard anything about Dark Elf territory going into combat with anywhere. As far as Mr. Richelle can tell in the first place, he is quite moderate among the inhabitants of this demonic continent. I'll wage war from myself, for God's sake, it can't be.

I mean, this is a raid. It's also a kind of assault.

"Are you all right, Algiers!!

"Neguseau, get Mr. Rollo to safety"

Neguseau, whom I had already called telepathically by blood contract, came here, and I tried to keep Mr. Rollo on his back.

Neguseau seems to have immediately understood my intentions, and by giving in to his body, he responds to them.

"The evacuation of the wounded is a top priority. Neguseau, do you know what's going on?

"I don't know for sure either... but they came 'down from the sky'. Be careful, Algiers!

I guess you know how useful you are in battle. When Neguseau put that far into words, he ran out, not big.

His legs are fast. It is appropriate to move those in need of evacuation to a safe place.

"Mr. Alger, we..."

"... let's stop this noise"

Amazingly calm myself, those words overflowed.

I don't think it's a pain in the ass, and I don't feel sloppy.

It's not enough time to understand the meaning of the words Neguseau said in depth, but it won't start or end unless it moves anyway.

"I understand! We'll split it up! Tail Beast Brand," Golden Thread Plum (Kinshibai) "!!"

If you can't overlook Kuzha too, I guess that's what you thought. He gave birth to an instant split as if he knew my response from the beginning.

The identities manifested by the application of changing skills have the same abilities, and the same thoughts, as Kuzha.

Without having to give instructions or anything, the fox herd ran out.

I spilled myself watching my fox ears and tail take the whites of my red and white clothes.

"This smell... is not a magic flame..."

I can assure you clearly. This fire was not caused by magic.

I don't feel a wave of magic, and more importantly, it smells. This stinks I know. And there's no way it's here. It stinks.

No, there might be. But in this magical world, is there a man who comes to this kind of thinking in such a way? I might be there. No, but.

The unpleasant feeling of sticking on my back was clear discomfort and a sense of crisis.

I feel unspeakably unpleasant and unpleasant in a situation that I don't even understand yet.

And then a shadow fell over my head.

"Huh...!?

I was able to react because of the speed pole swing status. All the speeds, including even the reflex nerves, made me move a little bit at the same time as I got a sense of crisis.

I could almost see a giant mass of iron punched into the spot where I stood earlier in my horizon.

The shock comes late, stroking the atmosphere.

"I took it off!

"I don't know what else to do. Don't make it harder."

"Huh... Mr. Wind!

The moment I understood that the words I heard were for two, I was moving.

Second, he waves his arms instantly in the direction in which his voice was heard, spinning his words.

The magic of haste did save me. Because a strong wind from the ground to the sky blew the arrows that flew in.

"You must be joking, will you react to this too......!?

"Then that's it...!

"Huh...! Yep!!

Just in the third voice, I wasn't surprised.

The name of the blade that pulled out of the Blood Box is "Dream Sleep Pity." The blade that has protected me many times since I left Mr. Elsie has definitely left something that will come down this time.

Gin, there is a strong shock that each other is played.

"Ku......!

My arm numbed by the impact and I stood up, even if my body was dirty with dust.

Standing against the backdrop of a burning territory are three men with weapons in each.

The first time he attacked me, the big man with the hammer turned his arm in disgust.

A skinny, eyeglass with a bow has already connected the next arrow.

At the end of the day, he crossed the blade with me, a little smaller than the two of them, looking at the knife in his hand and making words.

"The power of the child. Then you don't. Nor is it a dark elf. And the red eye... is the Lord a vampire? Why, there's a vampire in Dark Elf territory. That too, during the day."

"... that's who I saw, but what have you done in Dark Elf territory?"

"Known Things"

Kuck, and laughed as he sank the back of his throat, his opponent put up a blade and dropped his hips deeply.

Try to respond to that, and the two of you on the side start to give off swordswallowing signs.

The second time comes. In the moment I thought so, the other guy was kicking dirt.

"To hunt, let's make up our minds......!

A sharp slaughter flies away, leaving behind the sound of tearing the wind called Hi.

That's obviously like targeting my arms and legs. I mean, it's not a steep spot, but this sharpness, if you touch it, can kill it.

I chose to retreat while playing countless stacked slaughters. From the back of someone with a knife, bows and arrows fly continuously.

"Ku, uhh...!

"Whoa, don't run away. We met because of you, take your time......!

The blow has been dropped by playing the arrow and trying to get further distance, trying to aim.

... hard to do!

It's normal given the situation of being multi-on-one, but before that, I remember this lack of doing.

Higher and more precise collaboration, as can be called the Trinity.

Moves that push each weapon's differences together are memorable to me.

"Mr. Wind, please......!

"Chi...!

"Wow!?

Gun, he hits his opponents who have stepped further into the magic and escapes by taking greater distances.

Each of the two blown away returns instantly from passivity. Make sure the other arrow doesn't fly, and I spilled the question mark.

"Maybe your brother is a funny entertainer?

"... hey Sheba. What are you talking about, man?"

"Don't ask vampires for matomo answers, Akita. Especially this one, which may be comparable to that 'black' Vlad or 'gold' Elsie. You've got enough bows and arrows, Spitz."

"It's a problem. My father would love to be a quality vampire... I'd love to be one too. Glad your glasses are falling off."

Shiba Dog, Akita Dog and probably flowing Japanese Spitz.

When I heard three names that only sounded like a joke, I was certain of one thing.

Terrier Bandits, a threesome I met when I came to another world.

Terrier, Ducks, and Chihuahua. I thought their name was "coincidentally the same name as the dog breed in my world."

But what if it wasn't just a coincidence?

Anyone who says Mr. Cyril has unified the monetary system of this world is, as far as I can tell, a reincarnation from another world like mine.

I wasn't the only one reincarnated. Then it's not strange if there were more reincarnated people, among them, who would name their dogs someone else.

If that's the case, then everything will be connected. Their names, as well as about the causes that caused this fire tragedy.

Because the smell that mixes inside this flame is definitely from 'oil', not magic.

In this world where there is something called magic, oil and arson come to the scientific idea, because it must be the thought of a world without magic - of a different world.

"If so..."

"You can afford to think, silver"

……

The moment I was about to sink into my thoughts, my opponent had packed my distance.

I wasn't relaxed. But the moment I was convinced of the existence of the otherworlds, just for a moment, I forgot about the other person in front of me.

Attack at a time when you can say it's a complete gap, albeit with a stat that swung all the way to how fast. Neither dodge nor intercept, obviously, will make it. In the slow moving scenery, I was convinced of my failure.

"Ahh."

"- What are you doing"

slaughtered. The moment I thought so, I heard an unexpected voice.

Gin, and a tall noise, ringing in the heat.