The Reincarnated Vampire Wants An Afternoon Nap / The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap Chapter 121

“… I did not know that such a place exists” (Igu)

I managed this place as the spirit of the Big Safe from the day Cyril was gone, but I didn’t know that there was a hidden passage.

Walk slowly at where I don’t know, located in a corner of library facilities.

There are traces of destruction by traps here and there, so Cyril wanted to hide something here.

It isn’t easy to uncover family secrets, but the one coming here is also a family member in the first place.

Argento Vampear. My Imouto born out of Cyril’s magical power.

I am walking to this place now because She told me to visit here.

Follow the trace of the trap which has been stepped out and get off the stairs to the lower level.

The stairs ended faster than I thought and there’s a iron door in front of me.

“… I will enter, Cyril” (Igu)

Even Cyril isn’t here, I’m still calling her name as I open the door.

At the first sight of this place, I feel relief. Color of furniture, how to arrange books.

This place was definitely created by Cyril’s character.

On the desk in the middle of a calm room like a study, there were a lot of things that look like diary.

Argento told me to read this.

“But isn’t this ancient spiritual language?” (Igu)

The letters written on the front page are Cyril letters. I understand that, but I can’t read the ancient spiritual language.

Ancient spiritual languages ​​is a fairly old language, which is almost ruined now.

There are no-one else using it beside ancient dragons, spirits and dark elves.

Because what I learned from Cyril are republican that easier to use, I don’t know this language.

Still I was told to open it, I sit in a chair and try to open it slowly.

The feeling of paper is pleasant to the hands, and the turning sound echoes in the room.

I close my eyes for a little to feel the scent of the paper.

“Yo~, baka yarou” (Cyril Note)

“… !?” (Igu)

She suddenly appeared before me, a face I knew.

This is definitely the face I knew, I’m familiar with how she raises one hand or her tone.

“Cyril … !?” (Igu)

“Point rededuction!!” (Cyril Note)

“Aida ~!?” (Igu)

At the moment she said so, she hand-chops me.

“That’s hurts, Cyril!” (Igu) (I, itaiyo Shiriru!?)

“I’m not Cyril” (Cyril Note) (Shiriru janai tte no)

“Look alike?” (Igu)

“That’s right, because there are three people in the world that are similar.” (Cyril Note)

Even from head to toes she is similar to Cyril, But it seems like she isn’t Cyril.

I have mistaken her for Cyril just like Argento, but this time I must properly talk to her.

Because this girl herself said that, so she also isn’t Cyril.

And Argento told me to come here, is she a reason?

“Nice to meet you, Igu Jisuta … I am Cyril Note, an artificial spirit who has purpose to keep the Cyril memory in here” (Cyril Note)

“… Ah, you are the same as me” (Igu)

“Well, consider the time I was built, I should be your Imouto” (Cyril Note)

Her voice and tone are similar to Cyril, but I understand that she is different if I listen carefully.

Same as Argento. She is similar to Cyril, but she is someone else.

“Well then, let’s talk about it slowly.

Cyril left here some words and memories for you” (Cyril Note)

“Is it good?” (Igu)

“I was here to tell you about this when Cyril can’t return anymore. It was neither good nor bad” (Cyril)

“… Then, after you tell me everything, can you leave this place?” (Igu)

“…why?” (Cyril)

“Because I had a good time, it’s natural that I want to be with you” (Igu)

Both circumstances that she is here and why I am here are clear.

And if her role is over now, then she should be free.

“Sorry, Cyril Note” (Igu)

“Why are you apologizing?” (Cyril Note)

“I think that you must have been lonely” (Igu)

If I noticed this place sooner, she shouldn’t be here all the time.

Just like I was waiting for Cyril, she was also waiting for me here.

To think that I kept her waiting this long. It can’t be helped that I feel guilty.

“I am not Cyril” (Cyril Note)

“But you are still like my Imouto” (Igu)

“… Was that so?” (Cyril Note)

She is wondering with what I said. It seems she finds it strange. 

She looks just like Cyril when she doesn’t know what to do or say.

Cyril taught me a lot of important things … This time I am going to do so.

I wonder how should I teach her.

To this new Imouto who has lived only with her role and knows nothing else.

“Anyway, can you stop calling yourself Cyril Note? It’s like a role rather than a name” (Igu)

“… How can we name?” (Cyril Note)

“We should be considering that from now on” (Igu)

I think that everything will be okay.

I didn’t give up that Cyril will come back someday. I believed that she was still alive. So I waited for her ever since.

However, right now I have something else that I’m looking forward to.

There is a person who says that she will return. And a person that I want to teach a lot of important things.

I am not alone anymore.

“There are lots of time, so let’s talk, not just about memories in the past, but also the present, the future. Not only about Cyril but also about you and me.” (Igu)

“… I got it.” (Cyril Note)

When I grasp her hand and I realize that she was “acting like Cyril”

I’m sure she thinks that there’s no choice but to imitate Cyril because she was never outside of this room.

The most important to me that you are here and I think that’s good enough and I firmly grab my Imouto’s hand.

Author’s Note:

With this chapter, Cyril Big Safe edition epilogue, we finished with this arc.

Arge, Kuzuha, Igu Jisuta. They’re all still im-mature but they finally realize their feeling. The feeling that no-one can replace anyone else.

I hope you will cherish something important to you that is hard to replace.
Well then, thank you for your support and see you in the next story.

Translator’s Note:

With this chapter we done with this arc.

Next arc still isn’t finish release yet. And I won’t translate halfway.

From tomorow I will translate Mira, Minowa, Asley, Sword Saint.

[Next]

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.