The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

Beyond the Left Play

After I enjoyed leaving her alone the whole time, I spoke to her.

"Uh... what were you calling it? Definitely a pepper... a pepper that sticks?

"I don't want you to tell me!

Sure, I don't have any breasts either, to the extent that I can make a few claims if I try my best, but I don't really care. Seems different over there though.

"If you don't like the way I call you, tell me your name.... Why didn't you tell me sooner?

"What's wrong with me now?!? Me, my name is Chrome! Chrome Climb!! Cursewind Chromium!

"Chromium with a terrible cold?

"of, Ro, Yi, WOW!! You're coming!?

No, I haven't even heard one that doesn't know if that's two names or a stage name, and I don't care.

Mr. Chrome is desperate and rambunctious with all his calls, but at best the rope is shaken and the person hanging him is plump like a keyholder.

Sometimes I seem to try to cut the rope using the magic of the wind, but no matter how many times I say it, the blood rope won't scratch.

The rope is made pretty hard, so you won't be able to cut it. It should be as sturdy as steel wire.

"Shit, what the hell is this! Why can't I cut it!

"It's specially made, so you can't cut it like that, can you?

Even when I say specially made, it doesn't matter that I use Minotaur blood. Strength depends on the level of Blood Arms.

After that Mr. Chrome worked hard for a while, but eventually grows up about how he understood he couldn't.

"Gu, gu..."

"I can drop you off, but will you promise me two things?

"Hey, what the..."

She was completely unwilling to talk to me at first, and she started listening to me quite honestly. I guess the abandonment worked.

I haven't done this far, and if you weren't going to listen to me, I was going to leave it to Oswald.

I kind of know what will happen to her in that case, so I'm glad you're willing to listen. Exactly what kills humans right in front of them is a little resistant.

I don't know about poachers. I originally deserved it, and it's hard to go out of my way to help. If you're out of my sight, it won't hurt you to die, so leave me alone.

That's the kind of conclusion I make for Mr. Chrome.

"One is not to do any more harm to this forest. The other... your blood, could you let me drink it?

"Blood, blood...?

"Yes. I'm a vampire, so I need it."

I haven't had a blood-sucking urge yet, but if you drink it, you'll feel safe for a few more days. I want to replenish it properly when I get the chance.

Although the smell of old blood you feel from them is too strong to understand the smell of your own blood, it's human from what I've seen. If it's human blood, it must be delicious.

If I could drink human blood other than Mr. Fernote, I'd expect just a little bit. I was already totally getting vampired.

"By the way, my name is Argent Van Peel. It doesn't matter if it's Algiers."

"Vampire No... Argent, Van Peel..."

Mr. Chrome slowly mouths my species and name as he rolls his candy balls, and he leans straight down.

I just leaned over, and I can see your face because you're hanging. Wrinkles between the eyebrows, looks a little grumpy. I want to grind and stretch with my thumb.

"... OK, let me down."

"Okay, now."

Manipulate the blood rope and bring Mr. Chrome down to the ground.

She's a woman, so be slow and polite so she doesn't get hurt. I let him down so he could sit down instead of rolling.

Then if you release Blood Arms, the rope that was tying her up will be fogged without a trace.

I also considered the possibility of escaping the moment I liberated him, but I don't have that bare gesture. Mr. Chrome only glanced at this one a little and turned away after watching the chain disappear completely.

... Did they hate you?

"... n"

"Ni?"

"Huh!

"Yes?"

"Look, you don't understand. Ooh! If you're going to bite, hurry up!

Oh, I see.

It looked like he was turning away from me, but he was going to give me his neck.

... I don't have to bite and drink it.

Every time Mr. Fernote poured blood into a teacup, he received it. Anything you can drink at last. That's why I'm not saying "let me suck the blood," either, but "let me drink."

However, they're willing to be bitten. After I've skipped words to protest, I turn my neck this way again and keep quiet.

Nothing. I just need you to hurt my fingertips a little. That's what I was going to say, but when I looked at Mr. Chrome's neck, two things and an emotion from the back of my mind appeared.

Her neck is sneaky and looks so soft.

To say dark or somewhat sticky way of talking is to the back of the belly, the skin looks beautiful and bright colored with a good circulation of blood.

Emotions boiling over looking at her neck muscles. It's a sense of hunger.

It's not like feeling hungry when you're having a blood-sucking urge. Same kind of hunger as when your favorite is in front of you. A simple desire to taste.

... Looks delicious.

When I thought so, I was close to her side in a very natural motion. [M]

They don't say anything. I don't even look over here.

So I shall not hesitate.