Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"... it's a glittering light in the dark."

"Um, well, I guess so, if you say so..."

"Therefore, I, because I have a penchant, now! Uncle, I'll be back!

Thus The Wizard of Vampires in the Descendants of the Dragon returned with the Virgin.

After dealing with the visitors, the man sighs "ugh".

"... Uhm... Nevertheless, no more... middle-aged men... muscles... net tights... what a world you don't know is spreading to the world..."

Beside the culture, men remembered dizziness.

A man is a vampire.

I spend a short period of time in the hiccups of five hundred years, so of course, I knew that there was a small separation between my culture and that of the world...

I had no idea there existed a culture of rabbit ears on middle-aged men and doing that......

It seemed like it would take a while to drink down the shock brought on by that interculture.

When a man flaps his back deep on the reception sofa and looks at the ceiling without even looking...

The room's pet door opens with 'Pakali'.

It was the girl with the big palm of her hand who appeared.

The creature dressed in a green dress, moving the four wings on his back, and entering the room...

"... a fairy. What kind of errand is that?

The man floated his body off his back and took an attitude of welcoming visitors.

The fairy soaked particles of light from its wings, while at the front of the man - descending on the visitor's low table,

"Vampires, fairies are a glittering light in the dark."

"... what?

"In other words, it's the left arm of a magical evil eye that wraps the world in chaos and darkness... and the abyss becomes a dry cry..."

……

For some reason the fairy language was becoming more elusive.

Men often think...

"Hey, were you listening to my conversation with Mr." The Dragon Descendant and the Vampire Wizard "?

"Ningen, who speaks in an intelligent way earlier, is also intelligent in his name… Yes, the fairy, as a wise man, is consumed by darkness using the language of light in one of the darknesses of the abyss"

"... well, what the... fairy... her language doesn't mean that she's worldly, witty"

"Dark."

"What is' dark '?"

"I don't know, but I get it."

It seems synonymous with 'I know -' which she uses when she is told a long story (about a hundred characters).

The language has become more elusive but the base does not seem to have changed, which makes me a little ho.

"Vampires... fairies have come to ask for a favor from vampires"

"Oh, did you have business? What is it?

"It is the dark abyss of a single article that illuminates the darkness. light at last. When its darkness becomes darkness from the abyss, magical no"

"That's an amazing little vocabulary..."

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I think of the height of vocabulary in "A Dragon Descendant and a Vampire Wizard" that comes out with slurs and various words in strange places.

"Fairy...... can you speak in a language like yours, not in such a borrowed word?

"Smart fairies are dark in the language of the abyss."

"... a fairy. Savvvy is not what is indicated by 'manhood'. If you're smart, you're smart enough not to screw anybody, but you're natural."

"... the abyss?

"I suppose so. Being yourself is the best. So, please, as usual, talk to me. Otherwise, I have no idea what you're trying to say."

"... fairy-like words..."

"Yes. Sounds like you, it's a natural language."

"... I got it"

The fairy nods with a strange face.

And...

"It's like a pumped up big-chest muscle. It's a stretch that gives you a squirt, a blood flow that runs all over your body, down to your capillaries."

"Is that what you usually do?

"Fairies are clever...... cleverness is muscle...... ie, muscle"

"... ok, ok. Now, I'm going to ask you a question, and you can answer me with" yes "or" no. "

"Hamstrings!"

"You came here on business with me. Right?

"Oblique abs!

"... with 'yes' or 'no'"

…… Don't your fairy words sound under your monk's hat muscle? If you're as powerful as a vampire, you don't have to pump it up. I think a lot of heat from your biceps stimulated blood flow and strained your spine along with tension... "

"... Fairy, talk to me normally. It's hard for me to understand your words right now."

…………

"Fairy?"

"... let it be, vertebral erector?

……

"Bowel lumbar muscle...? External abdominal ejection muscle...? Fu, fu, fu... Front Bridge!?"

The fairy is panicking and scared.

Men often looked at it and thought about it…

Men also learned fear of the possibilities they had in mind.

"O fairy... you, no way..."

"Doe, Doe, Doe, Dragon Flag..............."

"Have you forgotten your normal language, in this moment...?

"Vent overlow!"

The fairy nodded violently and again.

Apparently, he really forgot his language.

"Uhm...... for now, follow me and try to talk the same way." Ah. "

"... leech muscle..."

"Isn't it different from the first letter!... This is serious..."

The man accidentally covered his face.

From the gap between my fingers, I could see a fairy looking confused doing a robotic dance without meaning.

I have a lot of feelings to imagine.

"Forget the language you used just now".

What if I see myself like that?

confused with anxiety and fear, and would be so fearful that they would expose themselves to ugliness without being blinded.

The fairies are now fighting such terror.

There's nothing I can do for her like that.

A man finds a way to calm the fairy's heart out of his memory.

"Fairy, let's do a muscle tread"

"Protein!?"

"That's right. It's your favorite muscle tray. Even if you forget the words, don't you remember the name of the muscle? And I remember the name of the training menu, the name of the protein."

"… ulnar root extensor muscle…"

"You will now be forgetting the words, confused and confused. I don't even know what inspired me to remember, I guess I'm anxious..."

"… chest chain mastoid muscle…"

"Then what?... Yes, that's what you always did. If you've ever forgotten, just remember. How to load the muscles - i.e., by muscle tre!

"... pump up!

"Yes, pump it up!... Let's get started. After a dynamic stretch! I'll go out with him, too. Build muscle - get your language back."

"Wrist curl!

By the way, I can't do a wrist curl because I don't have a dumbbell for fairies.

The two did a dynamic stretch and started muscle treading.

Fairies don't usually have a spare time making muscle tresses over and over again, but they don't have the strength because their heads and bodies are dumb enough to forget about yesterday's muscle tread achievements the next day.

But still, the fairy muscled.

We both did push-ups side by side.

Perform abdominal exercises and spinal exercises.

Of course, there were some appropriate intervals between exercise and exercise, and as many times as possible, in the right position, I tried to get the right load on them.

Only at all times do Gothic fashionable men's rooms begin to have muffled air due to the heat and sweat that their muscles exude.

The breath between the two men and women continued to sound overlapping, and I felt that the load exerted on my muscles brought a twitchy sense of fatigue all over my body (vampires muscle treading is ineffective).

And then I finished some exercise, and I tried to do a squirt, and then...

"... Ki, Ki, Ki, Muscle!... not!

"... Fairy!?"

"Ki, Ki, Ki, Ki, Vampire...... Mr. Vampire!

"Fairy! You remembered the words!

"The fairy... the fairy... the darkness of one that illuminates the abyss in darkness..."

"That's not your language"

"The fairy is... the fairy is... clever!

"Fairy!"

Men tear as they squirt, touching too much.

The fairy also cramps his legs with a crack (he's going to be squatting, but he's only cramping) -

"The fairy... got himself back..."

"Right... right. You got yourself back. [M] That is to say, a word. By word, intellectual life defines itself and others. There's no civilization without words... you've got civilization back."

"I know."

"... oh, that's you. Okay, let's finish the squat, do a static stretch and finish the exercise."

"Kinniku!

Fairies scream adorably.

The man also laughed in tears.

Thus the fairy regained what he had forgotten.

Yes, this is the story of a sweaty miracle spinned by intertwined muscle fibers -