Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Stare at each other.

I get desperate to try to hold back the anger that springs up in my bosom boiling.

It is visible that if you explode your anger here, you will forget me in anger again.

So while I was staring at Mr. Sophia, I was trying to summon reason to contain the anger that scorched inside me.

For me, what Mr. Sophia did is unforgivable.

Attractive, brainwashing, compulsive service.

Those are my most abominable.

I can't forgive Sophia for reopening it because she's a vampire.

At the same time, I knew that the spirit of the story was off in a corner of my head.

In the first place, it began that Mr. Sophia had turned a demon clan named Mr. Waldo into a vampire.

More to the point, it leads me to the fact that Mr. Sophia was spreading charm before that, but I'll try not to think about it there.

Then what matters now is what Mr. Waldo thinks of being a vampire.

"Mr. Waldo."

"Yes, sir"

Mr. Waldo answers my call with his voice raised.

From him, me and Mr. Sophia are quite a monster.

This space, where the two of them stare at each other, must be a very uncomfortable place.

I can't help but hide my nervousness in my voice.

"What does Mr. Waldo think of being a vampire?

To my question, Mr. Waldo thinks for a moment.

"I think it's an honor."

Perhaps in that moment, you said it thinking about what the best answer would be.

As even the very short words tell me that I judged myself to be a vampire because I wanted to, on top of what I heard about fascination.

If so, I will never speak to Mr. Waldo again. [M]

Except for the other one.

"Mr. Waldo says: He wants it, so I'm not going to say anything about it. But you should apologize to Mr. Fermina. Her life went crazy because of Mr. Sophia. It doesn't matter how anyone sees it. [M] It's not about vampires."

I do not distract myself from Sophia and declare. [M]

Mr. Sophia's dedication to being a vampire was fully understandable in this short time.

But that's not what I'm talking about.

Vampires, I don't know what, but it's not like there's going to be no more sins that drove one's life crazy.

Besides, I completely forgot about it, so it can't end.

Mr. Sophia doesn't move with a stare at me.

But those eyes are swimming a little.

I guess I'm assuming I don't have a good minute myself.

That looks like a scolded child who manages to find his way out.

Second, I feel uncomfortable.

Mr. Sophia is a reincarnator, just like me.

He is quite old if combined with his previous life.

Even so, her spirit feels as young as it seems.

What does this mean?

"Sophia."

My question is blocked by Mr. White's voice.

A small but unmissable voice.

Mr. Sophia hears the voice and makes his eyes shine a little.

Are you expecting an increase?

"Apologize to Fermina"

But the words that came out of Mr. White's mouth were not what Mr. Sophia expected.

Mr. Sophia looked pokant for a moment before blushing.

Staring at Mr. Kitty Fermina,

"Don't worry about being attached to me!

That's what I said and ran away.

Even if it's a throwaway dialogue, there?

It seems I wasn't the only one distracted, and there's an indescribable subtle air in the room.

In that air, Mr. Waldo was the first to move.

Ask the other three faces and gaze at the flickering and Mr. Sophia's exited door.

Fermina, who saw how Mr. Waldo was doing, looked at Mr. White as if he were asking.

In contrast, Mr. White nods silently.

Mr. Fermina, who took it, left with Mr. Waldo.

Me and Mr. White are the only ones left.

Ask for Mr. White's face.

A faceless look as usual.

But he looks heartless or grumpy.

"Can you give me some time?

I perceive signs that Mr. White is trying to get up, control his vanguard and speak up.

Originally, I came to see Mr. Bai for a favor.

I was just caught up in Mr. Sophia's gotagota.

And then it's their problem, and I don't deserve to be on the outside.

"How could Mr. Sophia?

Even so, that was the question that came out of my mouth.

Though he said he had other important stories to ask.

It's the pattern between playing the death fight, so even weird feelings boiled down?

White hasn't answered my question for a while.

I'm used to Q&A in different spaces, but I have the guts to have a conversation with Mr. White.

I think that not taking a seat means that you are willing to answer.

Maybe because if you weren't willing to answer, you'd be walking away without saying anything.

"Because I'm not a person"

The answers I was told in plenty of space were a little too terminal for me to understand.

Because I'm not a person, even if they say so, I'm not a person either.

But you're supposed to be the same person, but I don't know about Mr. Sophia.

"People don't know how spiders feel. I don't know what a frog feels like on a spider."

They had doubts on their faces.

I was only a little convinced by Mr. White's words.

Even with the same outsider, I am a ghost, and Mr. Sophia is a vampire.

It may be the same with the brackets of a people-shaped outsider, but there is a clear difference there.

That's why I don't understand, I guess Mr. White says.

Sure, I don't know anything about vampires.

Neither the reason Mr. Sophia is obsessed with being a vampire, nor the way he lives.

Even though it is obvious that there is no such thing as an apology, there may have been something there that could not be given away as a vampire.

That being said, I still don't think I can forgive you.

That said, it may be a mistake to blame unilaterally.

Maybe you need to know a little about vampires.

When I put my thoughts together and looked up, Mr. White was eating something.

If I'm not mistaken, it looks like a very big frog's foot.

White eating it cheekless with no expression.

Yeah, it does sound like I didn't have a good understanding of outsiders.

That's how I understood the sight alone.

I didn't feel like asking any more questions, and I couldn't be sure of one thing that I was supposed to hear in the beginning, and it was an awesome feather to disperse.