Chapter 58: 58 54 The result comes out after you stack it's piled up.

Another side memory

Memoria Tris, 193 years old, with a boyfriend

Boyfriend Tanaka Jiro

Occupation MAOcorporation Commercial establishment general store clerk

Magical aptitude Unknown

Title Store Manager

I am a vampire, a being who has been hunted and hunted by men.

I am a vampire, hunted and hunted by people, attacked for blood as a source of sustenance, and left behind a foundation of blood.

But the vampires around you look down on people.

That's just the way it is.

To those around us, humans are just cattle, food.

But I didn't see it that way.

Their strong bodies, their enormous magical power, their longevity in storing wisdom, all surpassed humans.

In contrast, the Lord's light burns me, and when I starve my accumulated wisdom will vanish and my strong body will dry up.

How can we, who must rely on such people to survive, be considered superior to them?

I don't think we're inferior either.

Nor do I think we're better.

That small discrepancy has isolated me.

My common sense and my common sense, the majority of people around me, made me an oddball among my peers and my family.

Is it fate or inevitable?

I have developed a crush on a human male.

It's strange.

"What did you say?

"No, I'm just talking to myself.

We became lovers in a hurry, and now I'm starting my journey with him in Ithar, hiding the fact that I am a vampire.

What will my fellow vampires say when they find out what I am now?

They'd either laugh at me for being impossible, or they'd be angry at me for what I was doing, but either way, they wouldn't take kindly to me.

Shake your head and look for him, and you'll find him easily.

He was busily cooking for a few people in a stone-heaped kiln at a simple riverside camp built by the river, surrounded by boundary stones that blocked out scents and sounds, and scattered with detecting stones.

As I watched his back, I couldn't help but notice that he cared about me despite the fact that he was in the middle of the work, and I was glad that he cared about me.

I'm alive, too.

I have feelings, even for a vampire.

But none of it is as volatile as it should be.

Like the surface of a lake that is always calm, it doesn't wave.

But his words create waves as if he were throwing a stone across the surface of the lake.

It's a strange feeling that has taken almost two hundred years to build, and my mind is bewildered, but I'm trying to accept it.

It's not bad, in fact, I prefer it.

You're so close.

Is that so?

Yes, very. She was smiling sweetly at him.

"I see.

Yes.

I suppose it is.

Gently, I put my hand on the point and I can see that his mouth is smiling.

This human, Eshley, will try to talk to me to have a conversation with me about something.

On the way to the camp, we were confined to businesslike conversations, but after we finished preparing for the camp, she started talking about every little thing.

To be honest, I find it annoying that I can't take an interest in anyone other than Jiro-san's people, but that doesn't mean I dislike him enough to ignore him.

Not so much for the four "female" apprentice knights who admire the way he cooks in front of you.

The armor hides their physiques and the magic disguises their voices, but it cannot disguise the wavelength of their magic.

When Jiro, who recognized them as him, took off his helmet and recognized their gender, he had an indescribable expression on his face.

I'm not familiar with the subtleties of emotion, so I can't guess how he was thinking at that time.

When I told him that, as a shrine maiden, her bodyguard would inevitably include a woman, he laughed in agreement.

I got it.

If you are a man in a group of women, a man from Isual would act in a variety of vulgar ways, thinking that he would not be noticed, but Jiro is acting as far as possible to keep him out of sight.

The sight of him tasting and putting a satisfactory stew on the table is a bit clerical and lonely, but I'm sure he's happy to give it to me first.

He himself was finishing his meal, serving the last of the food, replying to the girls who were raving about the deliciousness of the food with a nonchalant smile.

He doesn't realize that his attitude is unusual or that he is attracting their attention.

Although not considered a gentleman, the fact that he doesn't act in a negative way seems to be a positive thing to them.

"Step away, or you'll get burned.

"Yes, yes!

And the fact that they are so caring is also troubling.

He seems to be a bit of a pushover, but you can tell he cares at points.

He shifts his body so that we can see what he's doing while he's cleaning up the fire, while being careful of one of the apprentice knights who was trying to watch him.

I guess it's a normal behavior for him, but over here it would be rare to find someone who can do that for free.

Between setting up the encampment and swinging the job reasonably well and cleaning up, he seems to have missed them a lot.

He and the girls are closer now than before.

You can count on him.

Yes, but may I?　Shouldn't you be in charge?

"For more information about the cuisine, please visit ......

"Oh.

When the knights were in the process of stopping the knights from doing everything in their power, it seems that he also sensed something about Eshley's cooking.

I can do it myself, but it's a mess.

Others are just like me.

I was impressed by the way he rolled up his arms, spilling a good meal at least.

He's finished cleaning up now, and he's going to work on his weapon next to me.

Good work.

Yeah, I mean, you guys should learn to cook at least a little bit, how come I'm the most sane person in the world?

It's called the right person in the right place, because unfortunately, I'm not very good at anything but tomatoes.

As someone who has eaten it, I can't deny that it's sad.

It's no use.

You can't take tomatoes with you on the road.

If you call out to him while he's working, he'll swear at you, but he'll answer your questions while you're cleaning your weapon, knowing that his attitude means nothing more than words.

It seems that he meant his cooking skills as a joke to you, but girl power?

I'm not saying who, but those who are severely lacking in them seem to be bearing the damage by holding their chests.

I'll check the map to see where we are, but he said yes and went back to cleaning his equipment.

This is annoying, I can see on the map the general location, so I know that we are on schedule.

That's it, the work is done.

I'll think of something else to do, but it's not a questionable choice to leave them in charge of guarding the other party when we don't trust each other enough to make the choice, and it was decided in the first place that we would send out our own guards and theirs.

It has been decided that I will take the first watch and he will take a rest.

We'll have a meal, and then we just need to finish watching and rest.

......

It's a good thing I'm out of ideas.

Well, I'm in trouble.

What's the problem?

Yes, if you keep this up, I'll be bored.

"Why don't you talk to them, or at least make small talk?

"Oh, you don't want to talk to me?

"When this raid is over, I'll get some rest.

Then you're on your own until then.

"Aiyo.

I'm just procrastinating on the issue, but I'm happy to do so and let it go with the flow.

What we talk about is also bland and what we want to do when we get to town.

I hear him say "bath" and I reply, "Why?

I reply, "I don't like the idea of not taking a bath for days at a time.

"Although it's not an option during the journey,

"Well, that's just the way it is, but I hope you'll be able to take a bath everywhere sooner or later.

"I'm a stickler for it.

That's just the way it is.

I'm Japanese and I'm enjoying the conversation with him showing gestures that sound like they're Japanese.

I'm there, oblivious to the passage of time.

I find myself talking to him.

Ah.

"Well, I guess that's it.

But it seems that the good times seem to go by faster than the good times.

The misguided thought of using a larger weapon crosses my mind.

You finish polishing the weapon, stained with the blood of the beast, check it for spills and wrap a cloth around it.

It would mark the end of this conversation.

It's not that I won't be able to talk to you again, but I still want to talk to you, even though tomorrow you will be able to talk to me again.

But I can't talk about the future any more.

I wonder if I could talk more if they weren't there, and I find myself thinking about that.

I'll take a break first, but wake me up if anything comes up.

"How?

"I'm not talking to you or shaking you?　What else is there?

Well, this way of waking me up, I was more of the one being woken up.

Those things are private, please.

He laughed and touched my head with one stroke of his hand as if he was stunned when I said words that I normally wouldn't use, pointing to his lips, as if to hold him back a little.

Then he laughs and says good night and leans against a rock near me.

Then he wraps himself in his robe and puts the tree on his shoulder and closes his eyes.

There's a brief moment of silence, and now I'm out of ideas.

Let's wait until tomorrow to complain about him, that he could have been a little more hesitant.

Now let's think about how we'll spend our time on guard.

The wards are up, but unlike Japan, nothing can happen at any time. But most events can be dealt with by lifting the last stronghold of the seal.

As long as you're normally alert, there's no problem.

As a vampire, this is more of a waking hour for me, so I won't have to worry about losing focus.

It's not a problem as it is, but it's also somewhat boring. It's not the kind of environment where you can read a book. When you look up at the sky, you see no stars, only dark leaves and thick clouds beyond.

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I wonder if people here don't feel anything when they look at this sky.

The...

What's wrong with you, Ms. Eshley?

As I asked myself a variety of questions, my thoughts, which I had no time to spare apart from caution, began to show signs of derailment.

There was a hint of talking to me as if to pull it back.

That being said, she is the only person who speaks to me, but I look at her from the sky, hoping it's just to pass the time.

"?

Despite her answers, Eshley would not come out of her cowering state.

Her face is red and her gaze is unsteady.

She has not consumed any alcohol, and there is no sign of any strange mushrooms in her food.

Nor did I, being a vampire, cast a mesmerizing spell on her.

Then why doesn't she start talking and I consider all the possibilities, and her appearance leads me to an answer.

"Oh, if you need to use it, I recommend you to go to the riverbank?

"No!

You might want to tone it down a bit.

"Because Mary would say strange things!

For a moment he reacts to the sound of Ms. Eshley's voice, but then he thinks there is nothing there and looks around once and goes back to sleep.

Unaware of this, she stifles her voice and speaks to you, blushing even more.

But what is it then?

I thought it was the best reasoning, but I still think human thoughts are unpredictable.

There are others who have been watching us for a while now.

The atmosphere seems to be similar in some way.

Okay, so what's the story?

"Um, Mary,

"Yes, what about me?

"You're dating the lord, aren't you?

"Yes, with the one who is sleeping there.

The "that

"Yes.

What's it like to associate with the lords?

"......

Will this be that, or is a love story being asked for?

Do humans ask vampires to talk about their love life, even if they aren't aware of it?

This is my first time, but I'm not being asked about the Demon King's Army, so I don't mind talking about it.

But

How do you mean, what exactly would you like to hear about?

What am I supposed to say because the question is too abstract?

If we are talking about good or bad, what should I say?

We're not bad friends.

I have a first wife named Suela, and he tries to treat me as an equal as possible.

There are times when the three of us can be together, but it's not a time that I'm uncomfortable with.

Of course we spend some time together, so I can answer that this is good for me.

But I don't think that's what she's asking.

"Um, how we met, how we usually spend our time together and how we got along.

I wonder if she is under a curse or something.

Every time she asks me a question, her face turns red.

The girls around her also show an attitude of listening rather than eavesdropping.

There's no sign of a curse from Ms. Eshley, and from the atmosphere of blood, it doesn't seem to be a disease either.

Do you mean you've met him?

"Yes! I don't mean that I haven't met or had a relationship with a lord, or that I want to meet someone cool!

"Yes, I know.

It's still strange.

As for me, I was just confirming the question: ...... Why are you blushing and providing information you haven't heard?

Well, okay.

And then you met him.

You're okay with that?

Looking back, he was worried about me at first.

As you can see, my skin is white, so to him I must have looked like an invalid or something.

Is it kind?

No, I thought it was strange that you were worried about me when I was healthy.

You should have come here to shop, but when you started helping me with my work, that impression was reinforced.

A funny guy, right?

Looking back, I think that was the beginning of it.

Because of the strong relationship between his profession and my work, I talk to him regularly.

"What's this?

"It's a new potion.

"No, that's not a good sign.

"It's a potion.

Talk about new products and

"You seem to be doing well.

"Ah, so this is the rope.

"We don't give discounts, do we?

"Do something about it!

Refuse his request, or

"Is the book interesting?

It's quite interesting, why is this man so oblivious to the favors of several women, on the contrary, he is good friends with his friends. What if he's gay?　What do you think as the same man?

...... That's all I can say, but at least it's not going to turn out the way you think it will.

"Is that so?

I found myself looking forward to talking with him over the counter, talking about products and other non-work related topics.

Normally, I would listen to him while doing purchase work, inventory, or reading in my free time, but when did it start?

It was not a one-sided conversation, but a conversation where I looked up at him from inside the counter.

It was shortly after that that I heard he had started dating another woman at work.

「「「「 eeeeeeee? 」」」」

Is it amazing?

It seems that he was injured and then the woman confessed and he accepted.

What's that look in your eyes, you didn't steal him away from the woman, did you?

The idea wasn't out of the question, but I was busy trying to figure out what it was that made me feel the emotions that came out of nowhere rather than coming up with the idea.

Fortunately, the injury was not serious and he came to me a few days later.

I acted as usual then, but I couldn't take my eyes off his back as he quietly walked out.

I was hoping that a closed door would open again.

"Well, that's...

Now, I still don't know if I was in love with him or not.

It wasn't until I compared it to a book I was reading at the time that described a woman who, like me, was in danger of losing him.

Is that funny?

I think so too.

That's what first feelings are all about.

And then what happened?

Yes, and then...

That's enough.

"Oh, you're awake?

It's good that you're getting along, but what's sad is that you have to pretend to be asleep while listening to your own love story.

"Wasn't it bad?

For God's sake, next time you do it, do it when I'm not around.

It is.

""......"

"I won't yield to silent pressure, so get some rest while you can. If you say you can't move due to lack of sleep, I'll leave you behind.

I guess that's as far as the story goes.

I had noticed, but they didn't seem to notice, and my mouth, lightly covered by my hand, was unable to speak anymore.

I was able to brush away his hand with a gentle shift, but I couldn't refuse his request with a chuckle.

Turning back to look at his face from the direction of the girls in front of him tells the end.

Then Jiro claps his hands to announce the dismissal and the girls return to their roles unhappily.

The sight of them still seems to keep the excitement alive, and glancing into my ears, I can hear them talking about what they liked about the earlier conversation.

Come to think of it, are they in high school in Japan?　So, it was about that age.

It's called an age over there.

Oh.

"What's up?

"No.

Maybe I'm that age too.

While telling Jiro-san that it was nothing, I found myself feeling sorry that I couldn't tell him the rest of what I said earlier.

You are able to say goodnight again as he returns to his original position and sleeps again, tilting your head back, and then you hear his reply, and then you say no to Mr. Eshley, who is on guard duty at the same time and seems to want to hear the rest of the story.

Aside from her dogged disappointment, it's a good place to end the conversation.

At any rate

"I'm going to love you now.

I didn't want to say those words.

He may have said those words to me, but they are now my words, because I didn't want to say them

Because heat-sensitive vampires have grown to love you so hot that they don't even bother.

Apparently, the rest of your time on watch will be a time to reflect on memories.

Memoria Tris, 193 years old, with a boyfriend.

Boyfriend Tanaka Jiro

Occupation Tool store owner

Magical aptitude six (vice general class)

Post Crooks

Word of the Day

A few months, a moment compared to the years of life, but what we have accumulated has certainly paid off.

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