The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... what do you mean..."

I shrugged as I looked up at the spacecraft moving away at altitude, wondering how many times it would be.

Even though I knew there was no one to answer the question, I still couldn't help but say it.

... That is the family crest of Jiuyin.

Inspired by laurel trees, the crest of nine-tone.

I can't possibly see that wrong. [M] Because I've lived in that house since I was born.

Born there, abandoned as ineligible, he died, sleeping like a dream ahead of his death and disappeared.

Not Argent Van Peel. I, the Silver Man of Nine, can't be unaware of that crest. [M]

"Mr. Alger, do you know about that?

"... no, I don't know"

I don't know. That's not a lie.

I know that. [M] That family crest was the work of a reincarnator other than me, and I can also predict that those three, and possibly Terriers, are incorporated into it.

But I don't know the details. I don't know where that came from in this world, or who reincarnated the nine-noise.

I just said I know, and Isabella is convinced and doesn't have the information to satisfy me. So I had to say I didn't know. [M]

Above all, I have terrible anxiety in my chest right now. The words Mr. Sheba left behind when he left, I can't get them out of my head.

You don't have to worry about anything anymore. The word can be taken as meaning that I will never be involved in that family crest again.

And that wouldn't mean that that airship would go up in altitude and disappear across the sky like this.

"Dear Alger......!

"... Huh! Mr. Richelle!?

He looks badly panicked, and Mr. Richelle runs over here.

Her clothes are messy and all over the place. After all, I guess I was fighting.

And try to follow Mr. Richelle, Kuzha and Mr. Fernote come this way too.

"Guys, you're safe."

"I don't know... Xeno brought manpower from Mr. Mutsuki's territory and the fire extinguishing activity went well"

"... but a lot of Dark Elves have been taken away..."

Kuzha grabs her little fist and drops her words in regret.

Even though we fought well, it was a sudden raid, and I guess what we've been raiding was under control. As did the three of us who fought.

"... if you shoot through that iron mass..."

"Wait, Mr. Richelle, it's dangerous to drop that one."

"Ku......!

Words control Mr. Richelle, who put together signs of swordswallowing only for a moment.

I guess she knows that, too. What does it mean to drop an object with all that mass into territory? More importantly, if that happens, the people who have been taken away will end up without help.

I'm sure this would be very unpleasant for Mr. Richelle.

In the first place, she's the kind of person who would give herself away if her people were to be exposed.

How regrettable is the fact that we were unable to protect our people? I can't even imagine.

"By and large, what is that... that thing, if I've never seen it before, I've never heard of it... I can't believe it flies like that even though iron is heavy... Huh!?

"Mr. Fernote, what's wrong with you!?

"Something is moving...!?

"What...!?

The destination Mr. Fernote points to. The lower part of the airship, far enough away to be said to be over the sky, was open so as to open its mouth.

And I tried to crawl out of the back of the dark, and something was dropped.

"Eh... sorry, guys!

"Mr. Alger......!?

The moment I saw what was being dropped, I was moving.

They grow bat wings from their backs and fly. Applying the skills of batching, it can also be described as a rough business.

Unconsciously doing what I thought I would be able to do for a long time, I rise to the sky at once. Make sure to shake off the demonic atmosphere that hangs around your body and accelerate.

"Huh... I knew it...!

Flying ahead trying to chase me to a rising altitude airship.

What has been dropped is what I expected.

Black, reflecting sunlight, was so unusual and even so alien as to be toxic in the sky of this world with so much nature.

... Bomb!!

It's definitely something that, the moment it touches the ground, exerts vicious power.

Weapons for mass destruction by technology, which cannot exist in this world where magic is developed.

Besides, if you come near me, I feel bad signs on my skin.

I've come to this world and felt it several times, signs of curse.

"... it could be dangerous to put it in a bloodbox or try to un-curse it poorly"

If this is some kind of curse, it might be dangerous to store it in a Bloodbox, a skill that melts into the blood. Even if you say you are highly curse tolerant, it has been proven before that you are not invincible.

It is also possible that the curse is de-cursed, as Mr. Elsie used it, on the condition that another curse is activated.

From what I've seen, the curse seems pretty complicated, and the unpleasant signs are stretched out as if even a spider's nest were to be made on the surface of the bomb.

"Huh...!

We can't overlook this falling to the ground like this. I don't know how big an explosion it is, but it's a bomb that I have in my body. It should be quite powerful.

If it falls like this, it's obvious that everyone on the ground is in danger. I can't leave you alone.

Even as we think about it, the dropped bomb is pulled by gravity and falls all the way to the ground.

Deciding I didn't have time to think about it, I decided I was ready.

"Yep......!!

Clearly, I'm not even ready to make up my mind. I don't want to die either. I don't like it hurting, and I don't like it bothering you.

But strangely, I don't want to run away. I can't abandon the Kuzha-chans.

The bomb, which I rated as holding, was certainly full if I held it.

Probably something that detonates due to the impact of a drop, but that means it doesn't detonate due to vibrations caused by air resistance while it's falling. Then it won't explode as much as I touched it.

"Ko...... ohhhhh!!

Aware that I was incredibly desperate myself, I accelerated with a bomb.

Spread the bat's wings at all costs and try to get a little out of Dark Elf territory.

... This is the reason I brought it.

From Mr. Sheba's mouth, this was thrown down to erase my existence.

(9) The reincarnators of the house of sound would have given such instructions, wary of the same existence.

I mean, without me, there would never have been a bomb dropped on Dark Elf territory. People would have been taken away, but I'm sure it was over there.

Without that, it was my fault that something like this became the feather to be used.

So I have to do something about this.

We need to make sure that no harm is done to the people who took us on the journey to the territory of Mr. Richelle, who took care of us so much.

'Cause this isn't the world's problem I'm having right now.

I do not want to get involved in the troubles brought in by those who come from other worlds, namely Nine Years.

While I was thinking, the scenery kept flowing, and the things in my eyes changed from continent to sea.

Give me this far, and I'm sure it won't affect everyone.

From inside the bomb, which I try to hug rather than hold anymore, the clock sounds like it will carve time. Perhaps it will explode not only in impact, but also in time.

"... sorry, or"

I remember saying words of apology to everyone when I flew away.

Those words that were spoken naturally. What was that for?

The moment I thought of that, my vision stained with white light.

No sound, no view. Just loose, feel the wind.

My consciousness wandered away the moment I realized it was a time limit for an explosion.