Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

That morning...

When a man sits on the couch with nothing to do...

My bumps are here.

It's not a metaphor, it's not a retreat, it's actually a bump.

About the size of an adult's head.

Rounded design.

Smooth crease.

A tremendous seal is loosened in the mouth, which at first glance shows that it is not just a bump.

There's no way it's just a bump.

The bumps walk to this room by themselves (?) I'm here...

"... oh, it's you"

The man narrowed his red eyes against the bumps moving on his own, and that's all he said.

A response as if even an old friend had come from time to time.

And it's no longer a familiar sight for this bump to move.

The man was a vampire.

In modern times, they treat themselves as' things that aren't there '.

The very existence of a man is more monstrous than the movement of a bump.

Although the world generally treats itself as a vampire, an uncle who doesn't work.

"Speaking of which, you promised to find out who you are..."

Men crush apathetically.

It wasn't more active in nature, but it was a little rough today.

Bloodless skin is even whiter, long gray hair is somewhat bossy, and the black gown style pyjamas you're wearing also look somewhat 'yore'.

The bumps...

Rubbing under a man's feet shaking his rattle and body.

And you rattle worried? and swayed.

The man sighed.

Only slightly, laugh.

"What, don't worry about it. It's just... I'm kind of unmotivated when I go through a busy period and I have to get my time back."

- Rattling.

"Do you understand, too?... I don't know what to say... When I was younger, I thought something called 'motivation' or 'enthusiasm' was something that came out as infinitely as I could. But as I grew older, I realized that" enthusiasm "was finite and only recovered once a month or so."

- Gatta?

"'Enthusiasm' is quantitative. And that amount decreases year after year... which means that until now I've moved a little too vigorously, and now my mind is relaxed and apathetic about everything"

- rattling......

"Ha. Was it a little difficult for you? [M] Whatever you do, you're a bump."

Men laugh.

A man who lacks enthusiasm doesn't realize that 'he's in normal conversation with his bumps' is an anomaly - no, even if he does, he doesn't care.

Dragons are treated like dogs, fairies are treated like puppets, and family members are treated like grandchildren.

If you're not blind to a little or softly wondering, your spirit gets tired.

The man was in the energy saving mode of his mind.

"... but I'll find out who you are, determine if it's dangerous, and if I find out it's not, I'll unseal you - it's true that I made that promise. And it's not very graceful to rebel a promise."

- Gatter!

"Calm down. I looked it up, so I didn't know who I was."

- Gatta!?

"Anyway, outsiders like you and me are treated in modern times as' fantasy species' - 'things that don't exist'. Whether you want to fish for materials, that's the only way to read them. Plus, I'm not leaving the castle. Don't look outside for materials"

- rattling......

"But let's keep our promises. There must have been some books in this castle that put together some interesting creatures. Nevertheless, the books of our castle are also quite old... even though they are maintained by family members, they will have a life span on paper as well. To what extent can it be loaded…"

- rattling......

"I will not fall.... um"

Men slap their knees at the same time as their voices.

That's how I put my cut in myself, and I finally got up...

So, shall we head to the library?

- Gatta!

Alongside the bumps, I headed to the library.

- By the way.

There was no harvest-like harvest in particular.