The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"… it's a pleasure to have Mr. Satsuki's cake at a time like this"

"Mr. Satsuki, you probably gave me the cake in anticipation of this."

We were facing each other in the indoor where the tea was prepared.

Mr. Ginka and Mr. Scion, and me.

When I was invited to tea this afternoon, I decided to make a cup of tea and serve the cake that Satsuki had left in the Brad Box.

"Mm-hmm... it's delicious, this! What is this!

"Scion. That's a cake. With a treat someone I know will make... one day, I'll take you with me."

"Eh heh, then after it's all over, you're looking forward to it!

It was the chocolate cake that Mr. Scion was cheeky with pleasure. Although I have eaten it once, it has a very good moist mouthfeel and sweetness.

... I knew you didn't know much about that.

(9) An artificial spirit, created as a weapon by a reincarnator from the sound. That's Mr. Theon.

For her, it must be the first time much of what she sees.

"... to be honest, it's quite helpful that you guys are here"

"... Oh, thank you"

Mr. Ginka lowered his head honestly and I just ate a little.

I found the silver haired half elf a little hard to do.

... Well, I know what you're trying to say.

Together with the rebels, we drop the Empire at once.

After the conversation was over, we had a prep period.

That, of course, means building up the forces of war, and yet operating so much so that the Empire is not alerted.

The activities that were on that table are left to the rebels. Ginka and the others are going to put us in as trump cards.

Of course that's a wish or a fulfillment, or you're welcome to make it easier than that because you can push the most troublesome part, but I decided to help just a little bit.

"I didn't think I could use the healing magic so far"

"I can help you if you're not even dead, so everyone who came back alive is great."

"Some of my countrymen were just waiting to die, Algiers. Thank you so much for helping me out there."

"... sounds like it"

To begin with, I was surprised when the wounded were passed to the place where they were gathered.

Scratches on the curse, sickness. Obviously there wasn't enough recovery hands, and it was a terrible misery there.

And all of us were surprised when we healed it together because it bothered us.

"Many voices now treat you like an angel on the battlefield."

"That's a little disingenuous..."

The word once said to Mr Someker, that it will be an instrument of war.

I turned down the king head-on, and now I'm gone.

But I couldn't let it go.

Because I thought I should do something if the painfully groaning faces of everyone were brought about by the sound of nine.

"Besides, I think the others are more helpful."

Aoyagi uses his abilities to contribute by replenishing food and herbs.

It seems that the fruits and vegetables she produces are not only distributed to satisfy hunger, but also to those who have lost their place to go by war. Naturally I see that, and some people come to the rebels, so it doesn't seem like a complete charity.

He also grows other medicinal herbs and in some cases produces things that make him poisonous, so Aoyagi seems to be useful in many ways.

Mr. Fernote and Mr. Richelle are mainly combat guides.

Some people who are in the rebels can speak ancient spiritual languages, and they have no problem communicating Mr. Richelle's will. Mr. Fernote seems to have quite a few people who sometimes say celebrities and want me to teach them the sword.

Kuzha is using her abilities of separation to turn to support in areas where she lacks hands, such as hunting and carrying supplies.

"I'm almost asleep."

Unlike me, who just naps when I do what I do, we all find things to do ourselves and try to help someone.

Compared to all of them, what I do is insignificant.

"That's not true"

"That's impossible."

Clear denials flew in, and I ate them.

When they looked at me with their eyes round, they smiled softly.

"It doesn't have to be compared to someone else. You are you, and you are helping me properly. More importantly... I hope you're sleepy and sleepy, but if anything happens, you'll wake up."

"It's... I can't sleep when it's noisy around me"

"To the extent that you care, Algiers is a caring child."

"Ugh... is that right? I don't know."

It reminds me of you, Ryuko, who used to take care of me in the world I lived in.

He's totally different in character, but that guy, just like the two of us right now, was giving me straight back my affirmation no matter how much I denied myself.

That goes for Mr. Satsuki and, more importantly, for Kuzha-chan. When everyone needs me, they tell me I'm a good guy.

I didn't think anything of it in my previous life, but now that I affirm it that way, being praised seems like a terrible embarrassment.

Try to escape, words spill.

"... you're talking about someone else, but you're making it very clear"

"Because that's who I believe you are. Whatever you think of yourself, I think of you as a good man. So...... thanks, Algiers"

"Yes. Thank you, Algiers. I could really meet someone with a good tone."

"Ugh... thank you..."

I don't know what to do, I don't think I hate it, but when I'm talking to you, the pace is really messed up.

When I was having trouble returning it, Mr. Ginka made a pompous statement as he dropped his gaze on the teacup.

"And I'm the same."

"Huh...?

"No matter how many words I overlap or think it's justice, my moves are, after all, just to take people's lives wherever they go. Miyama's house is an old Takemen lineage in the Republic, and some of my clans are held by the Yotsuba Congress"

Though I thought you might be from a republic with a lot of parts that resembled the words of my world because of the sound of the name, you seemed right.

Mr. Ginka goes on to lay more words as he carries the cheesecake to his mouth.

"I couldn't resist learning martial arts. But I could only see the technology as something to just kill. So he told me to just wield that power, refused it, wandered around... and met Zion"

"Nor did I know how to live. I was born a weapon, but I didn't want to take someone's life... but that's what your father told me he was born for."

"Theon called me a prince, who was just a blade."

"Only Mr. Ginka called me a princess, who was a weapon"

"Ah..."

I wasn't the only one looking straight in the eye.

They throw words at me, look at my face, and look at themselves in my eyes, and they both nod loudly.

"I don't care if I can't do it alone, such as defining myself"

"If you can just say that your existence is a salvation, even if you can barely acknowledge yourself, I'm sure... one day, you will."

"As a means of doing that, we end up wielding our own power. If you don't quiet down the empire, you won't feel safe in Zion."

Tightened by a self-derisive laugh, Mr. Ginka slices the cake and puts it on Mr. Scion's plate.

Mr. Zion also halved his cake and gave it to Mr. Ginka's plate.

"When you get sick or healthy"

"No denial, no affirmation, no pain, no joy"

"This is how we share, we live."

"That's what I decided that day. Nothing else, both of us."

"... Really?"

Somehow, I felt like I figured out the depth of the connection between the two.

We were lost with each other and they held hands together.

There's so much going on here that we can't talk about it all, and as a result, I guess they decided to wield their power.

Convince each other of the power that was abominable to Mr. Zion and troubling to Mr. Ginka.

It's not about being right or not, it's just about doing that for each other, that's all.

"... Algiers too. If you can't admit yourself, believe in everyone who recognizes you first?

"They said something similar in the meantime."

Make it an employee of Coffee Shop May, Mr. Iris, a senior vampire.

I still don't think I can respond to her saying that I can rely on her around.

Still, looking at Mr. Ginka and Mr. Scion, I felt like I only knew a little what it meant to rely on someone.