Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

Gish, and flap your back on the visitor's sofa.

And he said, "Hmm."

"That's the end of the American text test."

I finished putting the necessary paperwork in the envelope, the man said.

After that, if you let your family post this, more or less of the tasks that have suddenly begun to increase recently will be completed.

"... oh, that's good stuff. Clean up what needs to be done…"

The man trembled at a sense of emancipation he had never felt before.

I guess so - it's been a life where I've never had anything 'to do' before.

A man is six hundred years old unemployed.

That also meant being unemployed for six hundred years for the first time.

It is an act of sucking blood when it comes to what has been done and lived.

Yes, the man was a vampire - a ruthless exploiter who exhausted his atrocities.

So you didn't have to work to take it away.

So the stunt is blood sucking, the hobby is fighting, and the profession I've been in may also be called a vampire.

But in modern times, when "vampires" have become worldly "things without", men are left with nothing to answer when asked about their work history.

It was a vampire.

Even so, it's done with "yes, yes."

So lately, it has become a challenge for men to see how they sell themselves to young people.

Well, whatever, the test's done.

The man rings his fingers patsy.

Lose as much...

I opened the door to the room and one girl showed up.

I hid one eye with dark hair.

Young...

- It was a girl in jersey.

"... were you exercising again?

A man asks.

The girl nods silently, closing in.

This silent is the family of a man.

Ever since I got my jersey, I seem to be exercising for hours when my hands are open.

It's just - was it to grow taller?

"... okay. Family, post this envelope when you go out now."

…………

The family nodded cockly.

And when I finally received the envelope from a man's hand, I prayed and walked away.

near the door of the room.

I shrugged myself with Vikri.

"What's up, family?"

Family members don't talk.

Just look at the man with no expression, and look across the door, and look at the man again, and now point pointing beyond the door in a meaningful way.

All I know is that there's something beyond the door.

Presence of family members stopping their legs.

... men are getting anxious.

All in all, put "the hassle of letting the family talk" and "the hassle of moving and going to confirm" on the balance and conclude that it would be easier to go and see it with your own eyes.

The man stood up and went near the door of the room.

"... oh, speaking of which, you did"

- I found a bump sitting in front of the door.

This black, possibly one-of-a-kind bump - I think it's not a bump anymore when I just look at the shape - was a delicacy.

According to the merchant who left this in this castle, 'Unseal it and the monster will pop up'.

There is indeed a talisman around the neck of the creased bump, which looks like it.

Men also possessed information that would make 'sardines' truthful.

This bump - it moves on its own.

And some degree of willingness communication is possible.

And then, surprisingly, I'll be honest with you.

When we get here, it's no longer 'cute'.

It's just a fact.

Something is sealed inside.

"This bump is going to break into my sleeping bed, and I'm going to open it when I get rid of the 'things to do' that I'm accumulating, and that's what I promised you."

…………

My relatives look at my bumps.

It was a gaze without temperature.

The bumps are rattled and tremble, rattled and body (?) rocked and moved, turning behind the man.

It was like hiding from a family member and asking a man for asylum.

…………

When the family narrows their eyes, they try to turn behind a man with a bump.

Then the bumps circle forward of the man so as to escape.

My family follows me.

My bump escapes.

My family and bumps are glued around the man.

"Stop."

The man even rested on the shoulders of his family.

The family stopped perfectly and looked up at the man.

"Not good, things are fumbling..."

"As much as you speak..."

"Do not be deceived... Doroboko, Kai Yee, but do..."

……

"Oh, the bruise is, if it's not good, it's already,"

I mentioned something I'm not sure about.

Well, it's actually sealed, so I guess it's not a good thing...

Dolobo?

"Open it, don't"

The family said clarity.

It's also unusual for a family member to say so much clarity - especially around 'say'.

"Hmm," the man says of his chin.

And...

"My family, you say that much. Let's respect your opinion."

The bump shook.

And I rub it against a man's leg with a rattle.

Men crouch and gaze as much as possible (?) while trying to fit -

"Look, bump, for me, family is hands and feet. It's not a good idea to ignore hunches like hands trembling, feet not moving forward, etc. If you ignore the signs issued by your body, you can die."

- rattling......

"It's just a fact that I said 'I'll open you up'. So, I don't know, I'm gonna find out who you are on my side. As a result, if it turns out that your identity is not dangerous enough to corroborate your family's hunch, I'll open it."

- Gatter!

"Oh, I know. I'm guessing you claim you're not in danger. But like I said, I don't ignore my family's hunches. I'm sorry, could you wait a little longer?

- …………… gut.

The bump nodded (?).

The man also thought to himself, 'Oh, I know' or something, but I don't know why.

Uncle who communicates with bumps.

Should I even start as a potter?

"Then you can stay in the treasure trove and wait until you can open it somewhere."

- Gatta!

My bumps are rattling (?) and leaves shaking.

Just before I left the room...

Looking back unfortunately (?) I saw this one (?), but still the bumps have a determined look (?) and a firm foothold (?) and disappeared from the sight of a man.

Men, uh, breathe.

"But - that's unusual. Families, I didn't know you were so desperate to stop... is that how dangerous you feel, on those bumps? But you thought I'd be happy to bring it, didn't you? Didn't you have a feeling like that earlier?

"... that's not it,"

"... what is' such '?"

The family doesn't talk.

I just felt like I said "worst of all, come on" at the end with the potpourri.