Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

The ancient castle was built secluded in a secluded forest, and even at midnight there was a kind of fantastic fun in the way it floated under the moonlight.

Ugly, dark green plants cover the walls of the castle. What a strange emotion the ancient castle is supposed to be an artifact integrates with nature.

(Oh, finally, this is how I got here...)

The girl puts her palms on her chest.

Long eyelashes shivered much of anxiety, and thin bodies, too cold cut of tension.

A strange girl.

The outfit is not commensurate with the situation.

Blonde hair that has been groomed. Wrapping a thin body can't be said to be superior, but a clean piece. My legs were attached to sandals that came with old-fashioned, itchy strings, and I didn't have anything like luggage.

To be in the forest, it's too unnatural.

The fact that there was no such thing as soft soil on the back of her sandals, tree branches and leaves caught on her long hair, dirt on the piece, etc. that there must have been traces if she had walked so far in the woods, also reinforced her unnaturalness more and more.

She was a sacrifice.

So they brought us here in beautiful condition.

I don't know the way home, and I don't have the tools to spend time in the woods.

And in front of her was the ancient castle, where sacrifice-seeking objects (...) dwelt.

"... Gotta go"

There was fear.

But more sense of purpose moves her legs forward.

Walk away on the soft, damp black soil of the rain.

In just a few steps, the sandals are teased and dirty with moist soil.

If she went while lifting her skirt to keep the mud from jumping on the long hem piece, she'd finally reach the huge, and dreadful, castle gate.

"Shh, I'm sorry!

The girl, who was not familiar with and taught how to sacrifice, speaks up to a door that was closed tightly for now.

I wish I didn't keep it open, but then I could go home - the gates remained closed so long as such aspirations sprouted in the girl...

Slowly, the gate opens with a heavy noise.

She was blinding herself to a slice of the gate that kept her tight a little bit and opened to a relaxing and burning while she couldn't even breathe very well of the tension.

It appeared that

"I wonder if my uncle would like to appear here. Or would you prefer a beautiful boy? Hey, uncle, what do you think?

Such a voice was called at such a time that the man had finished reading the manuscript he had been given.

Raise your gaze.

In front of you is a girl with a flashy appearance.

Bright blonde hair, over-decorated outfit with a black tone.

Beautiful style and face.

"A Dragon Descendant and Vampire Wizard".

She was an ordinary human woman living with a role play called 'I am a dragon descendant and a vampire wizard'.

"... I don't care what they say."

The man narrowed the eyes of the back of his glasses and raised the edge of his mouth as troubled.

Placing the bundle of paper and glasses passed over the low table, looking for words to speak to the wizard of the vampire in the descendants of the dragon in the front,

"I don't know what to say... I'm not a reader, but I'm not an author, I'm not an editor. I can only say," Whatever you want to have fun with, "even if you're curious about future developments."

"But the editor in charge tells me," The story of the teacher is a bit of a flurry, or a little bit more adapted to the reader, because the reader is getting a sense of speed to leave it behind. "

A dragon descendant and vampire wizard, he was a novelist making his debut under the pen name 'Dragon descendant and vampire wizard'.

The girlfriend apparently hit some kind of wall as a writer and has relied on men.

Why men were to be relied upon - I don't really understand this, and men can't set their places of mind either.

Anyway, men are not writers.

Men are hiccups.

And he's also a vampire.

Perhaps the reader is not in a position to express the same opinions as the vast majority of readers think about the work of a dragon descendant and vampire wizard teacher who is the vast majority of humans and the majority of those who work, after all.

"... a dragon descendant and vampire wizard teacher"

"Uncle, may I ask you one thing?

"... what is it?

"Don't put on 'Doctor'. I don't feel comfortable."

"... a dragon descendant and vampire wizard."

"What is it?

"What, would it be better to ask the Virgin next to you or something rather than to ask me? Your novel looks like it's for girls, and as you can see, it's not a girl."

"But I have my pride, uncle."

"... what do you mean?

"The Virgin is indeed, the readership itself. It's a good head spin, and it listens seriously to people."

"Aren't you a good reader"

"But I don't like writing about developments like this kid said...!

……

"If I let the Virgin choose to expand, I will surely proceed with the development opposite to that chosen by the Virgin…"

A dragon descendant and vampire wizard bit his nails.

The man thought that a writer was a terrible creature.

"... and I think it's a little different to ask me to move forward. What does the Virgin think when she looks at you in silence while you nick next to her? Or why doesn't she talk?

"While I'm questioning my uncle, I'm telling the Virgin not to say a word."

"Why"

"For if the Virgin touches on the unfolding, I will rebel. The Virgin understands that, so she keeps her mouth shut."

"... So why did you come with me"

"No, 'cause you're a little nervous about wandering around your uncle's house by yourself..."

A dragon descendant and vampire wizard entertained her brightly colored blonde hair with her fingertips.

Man thought you were a tough human being.

But men are gentlemen.

I don't deal with it because it's so hard, I don't do anything. - Looks like you're just going to break up the conversation, so people like dragons and fairies don't get bored.

"Uncle, it's just, as one opinion, I'm just hesitating. Please don't think deeply about it, give me something like, 'I wish I had developed something like this.'"

"Hmmm... but I guess it's my uncle who comes out after this, but he's a beautiful boy, but I think either is fine."

"Uncle."

"What is it?"

"Uncle or pretty boy, think which one you like better"

……

That question is not for your uncle.

He's the one who makes you a young girl.

"Either way, I think I have a problem, and it's a little hard to answer."

"But, uncle, whatever the answer is to my soul, I will never fool around. Because I too am guided and lived by the voice of my soul."

"The voice of the soul..."

I just asked my uncle's soul, 'Which do you prefer, uncle or pretty boy?' I didn't feel like I could get the answer to the question...

A dragon descendant and vampire wizard, who usually loves to go around saying and doing things, has no such play at all today and is seriously asking.

It would be a gentleman's way of making fun of me here.

"... right. I think I like beautiful boys..."

"Your uncle likes beautiful boys."

"Well, I guess one way or the other. I feel energized when I look at young people. Besides, I only know that older men are bigots..."

"... I see. Thanks for your feedback. I made up my mind!

"Right. I wish I could have helped. Does that mean you've become a beautiful boy?

"I'll make it 'Uncle Who Can Be a Beautiful Boy'!

…………

Opinion, was it necessary?

That's what the man wanted to ask.

"After this, Uncle Beautiful Boy guided me into the castle," The Girl "meets with the lord of the hall... the lord of the hall is going to be a vampire"

"Oh."

"The 'girl' who met with the vampires there was something during the meal that vampires liked, something that made them semi-vampires, to spend their daily lives as semi-vampires in the castle..."

"What is' what '?

"I'll think about that as I write."

"... isn't it important to think about it first?

"But uncle, around there, it depends on the flow of conversation between the vampire, the lord of the hall, and the 'girl'. If you let me talk, there will be elements that I like somewhere."

"... is that what it is?

"It is. If a vampire doesn't seem to like a girl, then"

"What about then?

"That's when."

"... what are we going to do?

"At that time, I'll think again"

"... I thought the novelist would spin the story more in advance."

"I do not know the others, for I write in the nori on the spot. Yes, expansion comes down from the other side of the abyss darkness...... here's something in the words of a famous writer." When you're thinking about deployment, deployment is also thinking about you "..."

"Sorry, that makes a lot of sense..."

"Don't think about it. Novelists don't think. It is only a catamari of meat that merely leaves itself to the guidance of the voice of the soul and follows the unfolding that rises from the deep darkness. 'Thinking of stories' is an arrogant thought. As wood carvers look at the wood they make, they see the finished shape, so it's a natural race for novelists to look at blank manuscripts."

"I see."

The man was not a novelist, but there was a woodcarver aspect, so I kind of figured it out.

Next to a dragon descendant and vampire wizard, the Virgin had her neck clenched with a smile on her face.

"But uncle, back to sad reality here..."

"Let's hear it."

"Yes… sadly, there is a 'cliché' in life…"

……

"It's the novelist who waits for the expansion to come out of the darkness, jizzy and deep, in front of the blank manuscript, but it doesn't necessarily come out before the cuts. So this is how I contemplate the development of my story with arrogance. Let's be uncles, let's be beautiful boys, that's not what I'm supposed to think, it's what comes from the darkness, but I still have to think about it."

I wasn't sure because there was no cut in a man's life.

"... well, what. It's hard to write a novel."

"Yes, so it would be helpful if you could help me now and then."

"Hmmm...... well, fine"

He was a man who would still be questioned afterwards to express his opinion...

Never before had the opinions expressed by men been honestly adopted.

Novelists are a pain in the ass.