The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"You know where horses get together! I'll show you!

That said, Oswald puts the cow's face in the form of a laugh. He had a nostalgic grin like a mascot character in a butcher shop.

And Oswald gave me a big hand and said, "Get in! I've said." A gentleman's response.

Maybe he's a gentleman more than the men around here at first. At least, I guess I'm a gentleman more than someone who suddenly proposes.

When I sat back in the palm of my hand sweet to your words, they lifted me straight over my shoulder, so now I can calm down there.

Without trying, my desire to ride came true. Kind of fun.

"Walk slowly and tell me if the shake is bad!

"No, it's comfortable."

"Bruised!!

From the looks of it, is it a demon, or a demon that takes a girl away?

Luckily I don't have eyes around me, and I decided to sweeten them because they are so easy. You can consider this as part of your apology, too.

"No, I'm glad you're not a poacher! If Mr. Alger was here for bee poaching, I'd never be outnumbered!

"Are poachers coming pretty good?

"You're coming. It's far from the inside of a human being, so what? The country doesn't come to develop it, because it grows precious herbs and forests. You shouldn't grow it, pick it, or sell it without permission. The human rule. That's why poachers are breaking the rules in this forest."

"Oh, I see."

If you're in need of a permit, it depends on where you put that permit, but I guess that makes it a country, an association or a union, and doing that business takes "brokerage fees" or "dues" or something.

But if poaching, all profits will belong to poachers. It won't take long to cultivate.

It's dangerous and illegal, but if you get a lot of money, someone will jump.

"And then we'll do it."

"Are you the Oswalds?

"To human riches, I have the one to eat... demonic meat. Well, it's not illegal... from our perspective, poaching is an enemy."

... Sure, Oswald, it looks teethy and delicious.

I thought about that a little bit, but I kept it quiet.

"Well, we demons treat us like basic beasts from humans, and we separate ourselves from Demi!

"Sami?

"Demi Human. He's a subhuman! Elves, dark elves, dwarves, demons, vampires, beasts... the ones somewhat close to humans! Demi is hostile to humans, and there are people who don't."

"Hmm...... Really?"

"It's not like the elves are hostile to humans, for example, but they seem to have those who are cutting off interaction with other races in hiding and, conversely, those who are down in people and actively involved with people!

"Oswald, you know everything."

"Hehe, the migratory birds will talk to you! But Mr. Alger knows about that, doesn't he?

"No, about half a month old. You have no idea why."

"Are you serious?!? I knew it, Mr. Algiers. Panné! Six months old, its strength and stuff, Pane!

Oswald-kun is rap. I've told you quite a lot after this. Instead, I was born, so I guess he taught me a lot of things with care.

I also heard stories of vampires and dwarves being hostile to humans, or not.

Mr. Fernote said, "Shut up about who you are because you stand out" probably meant something like that. Don't blow it because it can be hostile. That's what I meant.

... even if they don't really talk about this world.

It's bad for Oswald, who distracts me, but I have trouble being told too much about the world situation.

'Cause I'm not interested, and it's hard to understand even if they care about me in the first place.

Since their stories were getting longer and longer, they decided to repeat their raw responses appropriately from the middle of nowhere.

I remember exactly what I was told, so I just need to remember and understand when I need it again.

As we proceeded through the woods, besides the animals, we made several mistakes with the same minotaur as Oswald.

Does Oswald-kun mean he's just the guardian of the forest that's bigger about a turn?

And then I also saw him like a tiny green dwarf or a similarly small two-legged dog.

"Green is goblin. Dog-like sounds like Cobolt! Hey, Gobzo! And Kobocci! How are you doing!?

If you wondered what it was, you explained it to me. They're both like demons you often see in fantasy novels.

... Yep. That's why it's good, disclosing information. Just what you need when you need it.

Oswald told me a lot of stories, and walked in solidarity with different demons and animals.

The way it looks doesn't look so different from the people who walk in a town they've been used to for a long time. My face is a cow, and I have an axe.

"Well, that's why I'm getting the guardian of the woods from Jicha's generation."

"You were too late to notice me."

"Usually, poachers who come to the woods at night use the lights, and they don't have to use them to move... Mr. Alger didn't make any suspicious moves, so I'm late for discovery. I heard the report in the morning, and it jumped up."

"Uh... I was asleep."

He slept in the dark, wearing a robe, buried in the grass.

Then surely, it may come as no surprise that it will not be noticed until morning.

I'm glad I slept pretty well as a result, but I guess I did something wrong with Oswald.

"For once, I can't fight goblins or anything. They're trapping me and setting me up. Like Naruko."

"Oh, really?"

A songko is a mechanism whereby a string, rope, etc. is tied between the trees to pass through a wooden plate, etc. where a sound sounds when something touches it.

You're right about a simple alarm device that uses natural products rather than a trap, but I guess it's been set up with a lot of other things from the mouthfeel.

"It's hard for us to live too if we set it up too much, almost like we only use it during the night...... all the time. It's time to get there."

Oswald-kun brought his hand to his shoulder, so when he moved from shoulder to yours, he slowly dropped me off.

I went down to the ground and the first thing I felt was the wet smell. With an enhanced sense of vampire smell, I quickly realized it was the smell of water.

Walk out to the smeller. Through some of the trees, I could see the source of the smell.

A large water hoard, enough to describe it as a lake. The lake, which reflects and shines through the wood leakage, feels very fantastic.

Horses and pigs, squirrels, birds and monkeys surround the lake. There were many demons as well as those animals, each enjoying the grace of nature.

Animals and demons. It's a drinking area for both sides.

"There's been water gushing here since about the last generation of Jicha. There are quite a few of them, except for the horses, but this seems to be the best place to gather!

"... if there's something like this, you should wash your body properly, right?

"I'm sorry! I'll be careful from today!

"Right. Please."

I approached the shore of the lake (Kohan), speaking appropriately to Oswald, who bent his hips as much as he could and lowered his head.

No animal, no demon, no escape, no intimidation, just a glance at me.

"You're not surprised, are you?"

"I brought him here, and he thinks he's gonna be okay."

I see. He's the only guardian of the forest, and he seems to have a strong influence.

I know I won't be alert, so I won't hesitate to look at each and every horse drinking water or eating grass.

My body is a girl. [M] I can't ride a very big horse, so I decide to look for a horse that seems to fit my height. It's a hassle to ride when you're big.

Not many, but some horses with horns. Probably a unicorn, but none of the kids were going to be quite big enough to ride easily.

He walked across the lake and eventually caught sight of one horse.

Bright black fur called blue hair, medium in size.

The silhouette is skinny, but doesn't feel unreliable. I get the impression that Ning Luo "has become skinny as a result of being tight".

Horse-specific crushed eyes are obviously deeper in color than other horses, and I feel some sensible glow. Those black eyes are going to suck when you stare at them.

... could be good.

Especially, I prefer tenderness. It feels fluffy and cute like a sleeping habit.

Language translation extends the range of effects properly, so let's start with a greeting.

"Here we go. My name is Argent Van Peel."

"... no name. Just a horse."

Ah, good voice.

The voice range is low. From a clear tone, I can feel the strength of my will.

I guess I feel like a grown man. If you're a human, it sounds like a good voice to be tipping a glass of alcohol quietly in a bar. A horse, though.

"Um... could you give me a ride about me?

"Well, take your daughter."

"Yes, and I want you to take me outside this country."

"It would be good. But there are conditions."

"What is it?

Exactly. I don't want you to just give me a ride either. I know you're not interested in money because you're a horse... but I was going to pay for about a carrot.

If you want something from them, I'm going to respond as much as I can. If you're not a parasite, you have to give it back properly.

Because I broadened the scope of the effects of language translation, including the willingness to ask that.

The unnamed horse made words as she stared at me with tiny, shiny eyes.

"I'm not willing to listen to the one who's slower than me. If you want to ride me, try to catch me, young lady."