The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... ah"

"What's the matter, Algiers?

During breakfast. I had noticed once that words leaked like nature and exhale.

Mr. Fernote, sitting across from the table, reacts immediately to my words. I shook my brown hair, put my neck around it, and I called this one by its name.

"No, it's Christmas."

"Kuri...?

The look on Mr. Fernote's face makes it clear that he has never heard the words I unleashed, something hard.

Naturally. This is a different world from the one I used to live in. Christmas can't exist.

"Uh... it's like a cold weather celebration"

"At times, you're cooler now, aren't you?

Sure, she's right. The sea breeze she feels outside is cool, like she feels cold in the early morning or at night. Applying the concept of four seasons, spring is near.

The reason I said Christmas. That's simply because, by calculating from the world calendar I was in, today is the day before Christmas.

It was during the winter months that I was reincarnated into this other world as a vampire. Christmas is almost here, what a time I thought.

Before I was reincarnated, I had a calendar in my room even if I couldn't get it out, and I got something to celebrate every event. It was decided during Christmas season, and sweets and cakes were being inserted.

... That was a good treatment.

To be honest, it was a little unexpected at first. Because I thought it was something I couldn't give to a being who no longer needed it.

But the truth is, you can't go out there, you don't have the means to get in touch, you're dead. That was all. It was to that extent.

Most of what I wanted was fulfilled, and my life was fulfilling. At least to the extent that I remember Christmas and feel nostalgia and loneliness.

"Well, let's just feel it, shall we?"

It's a pain in the ass, but I feel so bad if I don't do it.

If I forget without remembering and it passes, I can do it later with "you forgot," but it's weird because I feel like I have to do it when I think today is the day.

If there is no such thing happening in this other world, and the time is out, there's no need to do it... I remember the corner, so you can try it.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fernote. Can I borrow your kitchen later?

"Yep... although I don't mind. What's wrong with you?

"Somehow."

It's just a whim, or a digestion of a whim.

Because once you realize it, you're not comfortable, and if you don't do it, you're going to have a shallow sleep that day.

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"It hurts. It hurts."

Put your hands on the wound and spin the words.

The magic in me helps me heal my wounds, and the pain flies like I said.

I know it's a strange sight to see over and over, but it's normal in this world.

It's the same world I used to live in, where people use their phones for granted.

In this world, people commonly use magic. That's all.

However, my magic doesn't fit in the category of normal.

Recovery magic level 10. That is, the existence of the ultimate restorative magic.

Wouldn't it be none other than me to gather together all the wizards of this world?

I was in a kanst state from the beginning when I was reincarnated, so it's not an achievement of my efforts, and I can't do more than recover.

With restorative magic, it's impossible to revive a dead person. Even if it hadn't been so long since he died.

I tried resuscitation once, but it didn't work. He tried it on a boy who drowned in the ocean and stopped his heart, and he didn't recover.

As a result, the child was helped. Because Mr. Fernote gave him a heart massage to resuscitate the child, and soon I managed to do so by using healing magic.

At that time, Mr. Fernote was out of town just to tell me that he was going to buy all my clothes, and I was able to handle it quickly because the accident and the meeting took such an exciting shape. It would have been lucky for the kid.

It's not that heavy that I just healed.

Just say you've grown a thousand severed arms. It's an easy job. The customer at the beginning of the day was severed in battle with the demon.

If you were born, take a serious look at your arms and then

"Shh, wow... you're right about the rumors, vampy!

"Oh, thanks for that."

Vampy, that's not my name.

Just to break the second half of the name Argent Vampire, I'm just saying that sometimes it's called Vampy.

I've been told a lot of other things about being a "genius magic girl serious vampy," or a "goddess of the sea breeze," or an "angel with silver hair," but I'm not allowed to do any of that.

I'm just not correcting it strongly because it's troublesome. I mean, why is it that there are so many people and no one calls them "Algiers" or "Algiers"?

Apart from this customer, more people called us in quite familiarly even though it was the first time we met.

I know it means I've been recognized, but sometimes it's a bit of a hassle. I don't feel very good when people hold my hand like I do now and caress me casually or something.

...... for some reason, the gaze around you is also stabbing.

I don't think it's against me, but when people like this are around, the eyes of other customers get tough somewhere.

He noticed his gaze, and he let go of his hand in a hurry and was bitterly laughed at.

"Please don't get too hurt. Yes, go ahead."

"What, is this...?

"It's Christmas Eve, right? It's a cookie. I don't know if it suits your mouth."

"Tickle, a lot? What's that?

"Uh... this is what happened where I was born. It's the eve of Christmas."

Give the appropriate description and give the cookies that were stored in the Blood Box.

It's simple, wrapped in a white bag with a red ribbon. It's just a butter cookie in there, too. Mr. Fernote bought me a lot of ingredients, which I baked the day before.

It's not a big deal, it's just something I've prepared to feel good about. Even so, the other person received it strangely Kyou (Uh-oh) in a way that was very impressive.

"Oh, oh... thank you! Thanks!

"It's not a big deal."

"No, no! It's a gift for a beautiful girl! This is something of great value!!

"Oh, really?"

I don't know, but even the people around me. Yeah, I'm snorting, so I guess it's good. I rarely even give water...... evil.

"I still have a lot of them, and I won't take the money because it's a service, so please line up properly in order, okay?

Your work that day was very exciting and the bags of cookies you had quite prepared were quickly gone.

There are more people paying more than usual, and it feels like we had a successful Christmas commercial fight even though we didn't mean to. I'm not having any trouble with the money, but let's get what we can get.

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"Excuse me."

"Oh, Lori's lady? That's unusual. I can't believe I'm alone."

"Yeah, I have a little business today."

He's right, it's time to start coming to this store alone.

Having finished my job early, I came to the market.

It's always busy and crowded, so I usually walk around trying to get Mr. Fernote to pull my hand. It's a pain in the ass in the ass in the first place, so it's rare to come out so far.

And this is the butcher that Mr. Fernote is turning into. The owner of the store he is talking to has a successful body, he smiles a little hot and bitter.

Speaking of Christmas, chicken. I don't know who made the decision, but it's been that way for a long time, so you just have to be honest with me. It's a pain in the ass to think about it.

"Excuse me. Do you have chicken? Chicken legs if you can, or a whole bunch of them."

"Uh... chicken?

The shopkeeper was blatant, or clearly broke his face. That's not good either, it's a troubled wind breakdown.

"Don't you?

"Oh. I'm a little late for a purchase right now... a merchant who buys chicken is in a bit of trouble. Tomiabna."

"Trouble?"

"He was attacked by a demon on his way to Arlesha. I was alive, but I lost all my stuff. He's a major player in purchasing most of the chicken used in Arlesha. Now chickens are thin in every store."

"Really..."

You're in trouble. I may not get it anywhere else as well as in the store here.

If you get thin, the remaining items should be turned preferentially by the major trading partners you usually associate with - specifically restaurants, etc. Even if I go around the store now, it's suspicious if I can get it.

"But he's in trouble, too. I was carrying chickens, and the birds attacked me."

"Huh? Birds?

"Oh. Giganto Mecklis. Of a bird-shaped demon named Meclis, silly and obnoxious."

"Merriculius?"

"Mechris, hey. I usually live more to the west and rarely come out near Arlesha."

Bird-shaped demon.

Hmm, maybe that's...

"... can you eat that demon?

"Mm-hmm. I hear it tastes good. Because it's pretty strong, meat is worth a lot, and I can't buy it from a shop owner like myself, so I've never eaten it... but tomorrow the lord's will crusade and go hunting."

"Really... do you know where cement mentals appear?

"Giganto Mechris, Lori's lady. You're not gonna go hunting?

"No, I thought I'd go see some sightseeing."

"You like it. Be careful because you're sensitive to signs. Stay with Mr. Fell when you go. I'm so relieved that he followed me."

That said, the store owner told me the place comfortably. Mr. Fell, of course, means Mr. Fernot.

It's a little cumbersome, but if it isn't, I'll go get it myself. It's Christmas in the corner.

Of course, I didn't speak to Mr. Fernote.

I didn't want to get caught up in my sentiments.

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Store owner's story says there's a small grove not so far away from Arlesha, and Giganto Mechris is rooting there.

When I went there quickly, there was a lot of destroyed carriage-like stuff around the woods, and some blood stains.

Stimulating the sense of smell is still the smell of new blood.

"There must have been other sacrifices than Tomiabna's."

I guess merchants and travelers other than Mr. Tomiabna have also been attacked. The scattered baggage is large enough to tell as soon as you gather it for as many people as you can.

"Well... the direction is that way,"

It drifts from the back of the woods, the smell of blood and a slightly sweet smell like peanuts and bread.

Shizu, there was a noise of shizu. It's an obvious walking sound, and gradually it reveals who it is.

A bird-shaped demon with a whole fat body. The silhouette is close to chickens, but the sticky shaped head without a wide range of couches and chicken crowns resembles Emu.

The body hair is earthy in color and this is also close to Emu.

His height is loosely over two meters and his eyes are clearly hostile.

"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

With a tall voice like a cock, Giganto Mechris rang. And all I'm saying is that the current roar is the gong of battle, it accelerates and goes in.

... Wow, so powerful.

Birds over two metres, winding up dirt smoke and approaching with odd noises. It's a panic horror sight in a way.

The acceleration was good for the whole thing and it looked delicious, and while I was surprised, the couch was imminent in front of me.

"Watto."

Quite a sizable couch. If you get stuck with something like that, no matter how sturdy your vampire body is, you'll feel pretty painful.

I gently distanced myself by dodging them to bypass their bodies.

The opponent is returning to me as he continues to hit me with a relaxing attitude.

... Sounds like you're farming the field with great momentum.

I looked at it for a while because it was interesting to look at. In the meantime I've been pointing a couch at this one again, so I dodge it the same way.

Excuse me, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

The time is past lunch. Given the time to dismantle and cook, it doesn't take much time.

The pig's blood I got at the butcher's. Remove the vial with it from the nose. Pulling through the cork, I smelled slightly beastly blood.

"Blood Arms," Long Knife ""

Vampire-specific ability to create weapons from the blood.

Using it to create is a big blade. A long weapon with a slightly opposite blade, made in the image of a knife for dismantling tuna.

"To strangle a chicken, I'm going upside down first."

It seems difficult in size, so let's fly there and go to the next step.

Fill the distance you opened yourself, in an instant. Fastness The speed of polar swing was left to flesh at once.

The opponent is bowing his head in order to hit this one with a couch. Aim, it's not that hard.

"I'm sorry"

The blade was curled with a dirt neck.

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"Algiers...... what's wrong with this?

"It's Christmas you said yesterday."

What Mr. Fernote is looking at with his two-colored eyes open is on the table.

Freshly baked chicken steak, roast beef. Spanished omelet and potato salad. Pumpkin soup for juice.

The truth is, I wanted chicken steak to be a chicken leg, but that's exactly why Giganto Mechris decided to give up because his legs were too big.

The meat can't be stored in the blood box because it contains blood, so I brought it back to Arlesha with as much as I could hold it. All I had to do was take what I needed today and give the rest to the butcher shop owner.

The store owner seemed to appreciate it a lot, so next time Mr. Fernote goes shopping, he'll be serving a lot.

"I'm also refraining from caking, so you can leave me. We'll have the rest tomorrow."

Mr. Fernote's house has a food storage container like a refrigerator, so if you're saving it overnight or so, there's no problem.

Exactly. There's no microwave, but if you need it, light through the fire and you can eat warm.

"Christmas... I looked it up today, but no country has that?

"In the literature and in the hearsay, I don't think so."

Put down Mr. Fernote, who looks strange, and I'll take a seat.

Mr. Fernote is in his seat, even as he looks like he says he's not convinced somewhere.

"Merry Christmas, then"

"... is that what you say?

"Yeah, not to my knowledge."

Christmas is the day before the day - that is, from the sunrise of the 24th, the treatment of Christmas.

So Merry Christmas on Eve Day is nothing wrong. Though many people seem to think it's too early to say Merry Christmas to Eve.

Of course, there's no fine dust to that knowledge. Mr. Fernote is nowhere to be found, and he still seems to have drawn my will,

"Merry Christmas, Algiers"

That's what I said, he laughed at me.

…………

"What's wrong, Algiers?

"No. Before it gets cold, shall we eat"

How many years has it been since I've had someone else face to face and laughed at me?

Spring ahead during the season. The place is a different world. Nobody knows Christmas.

Still, today has been a happy day for me.

Even in different worlds like Santa can't come, on a day with enough gifts.

"Merry Christmas"

How long has it been since I've laughed and welcomed you?

With all that impudence, I carried a slice of chicken steak.

Yeah. I knew it was chicken for Christmas.