Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"It's morning!

Gashyaaaa!

Thick, black blackout curtains can be pulled open at once.

Bright white morning sunshine entering your room relentlessly.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!"

Wild screams.

The Lord of Voices is an old man rolling around in a Gothic bed with a canopy.

"Uncle, it's morning!

The girl leans closer to the bed, smiling joyfully.

And with so much arm power I couldn't imagine from my little body, I pulled the blanket off.

"Uncle, morning!

"You... you hey... every morning, would you stop... you always say your uncle is vulnerable to the morning sun?

"But you can't reintegrate into society if you say that!

It's always like this.

Uncle - men are vampires.

A real vampire.

It's also - "King of the Night," "Ruler of Darkness Without Mercy," and a vampire king who was scared hundreds of years ago.

I'm just tired of all this, and I've been pulling back into the castle for hundreds of years.

Vampires were extinct in the world, and at some point they were supposed to be 'things that only exist in gaga'.

So where I named myself a vampire, it is the current situation that I can only be seen in the same way as a young man who punches through painful delusions.

Men think a little, unceasingly - once the ruler of darkness, whose people trembled just to hear his name, is now a day when young girls think he's just a toad unemployed and are forced to return to society.

The man sighs and snaps his pillow.

And, my hand hit the liquor bottle - the amber liquor I was drinking to introduce sleep.

I sleep early at night these days, so I needed this stuff too.

Stay in the bottle and sip lightly.

A strong alcohol that burns your tongue.

However, the irritation is mellow enough to roll, and the flavors reminiscent of the trees and the sweet and slight acidity of the fruit flutter into the mouth.

Roll until you feel sweet, then drop it down your throat.

The strength of baking falls from my throat to my stomach.

The man took the xelle in his hand and fluffed it.

After the booze, the clothes taste different and exquisite.

"... and you didn't like cigarettes. I'm sorry, I'll turn it off now."

"Yes, no, never mind!

The girl smiles.

But he's even got his mouth on, and he's got tears in his eyes.

I guess I'm imposing.

men shed the ashes of the xels,

"It's what I say every morning, but nothing, I don't have to reintegrate into society, so I'd rather go to someone in trouble than me, you know?"

"No one has more trouble than my uncle occupying an ancient castle that is likely to be of such historic asset value as' It's My Castle '! That is why I am sent from the temple! Such a troubled uncle, if I do not save him! Of the Virgin, I am!

The Virgin was still full of energy today.

The man sighed and sipped another sip of booze.

If you roll it in your mouth, the irritation is softer than earlier.

I could feel it more sweet - I wonder how many years it was distilled liquor, the man looked at the bottle, but there was no label, he just saw a slight liquid in the light green bottle.

"Oh, you don't have any more booze... Was it in the vault..."

"Uncle! You can't have alcohol in the morning!

The Virgin flutters her cheeks.

The man had a jaw with a barren beard.

"Hmmm...... but you, I can't do it without booze these days. I want you to forgive me for that."

"It would be nice at night, but not in the morning! A drop of alcohol you drink in the morning keeps your social reintegration away for a week!

Even today the Virgin worked hard to reintegrate men into society.

The man sighed.

"Ok, ok. Then let's lower the liquor."

"Yeah. And we're going outside!

"Hey, uncle, it's because you're vulnerable to the sun.... Hey."

The man snarls his fingers.

Then - Gachari, and the door to the room opened.

It was a young girl who came in.

Her hair is short and her appearance is neutral, but she looks like a woman because she is wearing made-up clothes.

The girl, who hid one eye with dark hair, thanked her with a faceless expression.

And when he approached the man's bed and received the liquor bottle, he went out of the room again with a pepper of gratitude.

"I let the liquor go down. That's it, right?

"... no, no, no, no! Who is it now!? Uncle's daughter...... no, is it your grandson!?"

"I'm family."

"Kenzaku!?"

"It was just a bat at first, hey. While I was helping my uncle pull, he kept changing into a body that was more and more convenient for chores and stuff."

"But I was a young girl no matter what you think!?"

"Young - it shouldn't be. Oh, well. What do you say, young lady? Doesn't it sound like a vampire to have family?

"... no..."

The Virgin calms down.

The man lowered his chest, "Did you finally believe me?"

But...

"I can't believe my uncle was a hippo for a young girl......!

"... that? Is that how you interpret it?

"So, uncle, you're letting that girl take care of the chores and pull them off, right?!?"

"Well I suppose so..."

"No! My research suggests that 90% of unemployed men don't like cleaning rooms and have never even tried to suck!

"How do we find out, that kind of data..."

"So uncle, first, let's clean our house to do something about the spirit of joblessness!

The Virgin holds her fist.

The man looked back towards the door unexpectedly.

Castle.

Three stories, to a child who often passed nearby: 'Borough!' It is a castle to be laughed at.

It has three splendid spires and the outer walls are black for a good feel.

The breadth - how was the breadth?

... I don't think it's narrow.

I can't remember exactly how many rooms there are, because they haven't been out of the room for a long time - but they shouldn't have been ten or twenty.

"... hey, I think cleaning this house is harder than getting a job normally"

"That's why it's okay! It's okay, I'll help you too!

"I don't think it's gonna be over in a day or two."

"It will be a spiritual workout!

Hold your fist, says the Virgin.

Think about how a man would let you give up.

I couldn't think of anything.

"... I have no choice"

The man made up his mind.

Well, still - vampires never leave the house.

... out of the room, though I was supposed to leave.