The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Bumowow!!

The axe swung across the sky in vain. I thought I captured it completely, but it didn't hit me.

Rather, it was this arm that was scratched. The wound is shallow, but it does bleed and pollute the earth.

... What do you mean?!?

Even if you don't understand, you just have to keep waving your weapon. Fighting is ongoing.

But no matter how many attempts you make, you won't hit me. Only the opponent's "Invisible Attack" chops up my body one by one.

"It's too late... it's not worth living on the slow one, huh?

"Huh...!?

In my ear, I had a terribly pleasant voice. I'm on it. On my shoulder. When.

I honestly followed the frizzy feeling of stroking my spine with my fingertips. He let go of his axe and punched his back fist next to his face.

Immediate movement, that's also the speed we got until we dumped the weapon. The response is...

- Flow.

Light, handled.

avoided. I didn't get through.

That's not all. The sensation of one side of the ear is losing every hearing. All I feel is sharp pain.

The opponent moved away from me in an instant, showing off my right ear as if it were a pinch even in a leaf of a tree.

"Gu, gu...!

"Ah-ha-ha. ♪ Is it so much fun to live in a norm? If I were Noroma like a cow, I'd be too bored to die! Cahahahaha!"

"Don't lick me...... you poacher!!

I don't have time to think about my ears.

I didn't pick up any weapons. I was waving my axe because I thought it was too late.

... Damn, you're just being flirted with today!

Neither Mr. Alger nor the poacher in front of us right now has even been able to touch him.

They're both terribly skinny, and if you can hit them, you're going to be able to take them down with one blow. But I can't get that blow in.

Mr. Algiers was quick anyway. But this guy - he's like a ghost.

"Shake it, flow it"

Even if you think you hit the attack, you just rock it like smoke. And in the next moment...

"Grr!?

- I'm more scratched.

An incomprehensible blow. My forehead was broken shallow. Leaked blood blocks your right vision.

So is the way to avoid it, but I don't even know who the attack is. It's slaughter, considering the meat is thin, but sharply torn, but the opponent is defenseless from what he sees.

"Nuh...... Bumo Vo!!

I don't see it, but if it was attacked, I thought it should still be nearby, releasing a spinning kick to the whole perimeter.

The toes are hooves (hives) and the feet themselves are masses of muscle. Self-assessment, but if you hit it, you'll never be safe.

"It would be awesome if you hit it. If you hit me... Flow!

The word was finally cut off, as was the other hearing.

――――――

I can no longer even hear my own anguish.

It's probably not just a cut, it's an attack that includes some kind of curse. It does resonate with the flesh of minotaurs who are dull with pain, because they have been cut off and even drained of the eardrum.

――――

They say something, but naturally they don't hear it.

It's a bottomless grin. I guess I know this one can't hear and I'm making up words. He chuckled and threw my other ear away like garbage.

There is no anger. I'm just in a hurry.

If I die, that poacher will take everything in the woods.

The blessings of the forest, and those that deserve it.

――――――

Let it be, the word didn't resonate with hearing. Still make words to inspire yourself and run.

I don't think I move fast. I can't even figure out how it works if I don't know who my opponent is in the way he fights.

The opponent is obviously playing here. If you care about that, you should be able to kill me easily, but I probably am. That's about the difference in strength.

... Still, you can't leave!

There's something important behind me. There's a forest that I kept protecting from Jicha's generation.

I've been trying to protect myself since I was a kid, and that's where I decided.

My house. A place to protect. Where you have company to love.

The voices of the little birds and beasts, the sounds of the wind, the streams of water, the warm leaking days, the livelihood of the demons.

I won't let it get dirty as one. I won't let it get rough.

This is our place. The world we've lived in.

Minotaurs other than me are big but mostly warm and unsuitable for battle. Cobolts and goblins are cowardly.

I'm the only one who can fight properly. I have to protect you.

――――

The other person's grin sways. See ya. Also, there's an invisible attack coming.

――――

Before being slashed, silver appeared abruptly in half of his sight.

Where did it come from? No, when did you come? The man let his silver hair burn and turned to me.

――――

Her little lips moved.

I can't hear you. Still, I figured out what the man said. Because what I've seen, I've heard.

That's the first word I've heard today.

Words like singing, sounding gentler than a little bird screaming.

Words I can certainly remember, even if I can't hear them.

It hurts. It hurts.