Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Hey, isn't building muscle not going to make your head...!?"

The fairy realized the truth without any foretaste.

The man follows and stops and solidifies the hand of the work he has been doing.

When it came to what I had been doing, I was processing wood into gear shapes in a dark room.

It is the work of repairing the Virgin's watch.

So on the reception table, next to the man doing the work, I've been doing arm lifting since earlier - the fairy I've been purple-shaking all my life trying to do the second arm lifting was honestly blind.

I can't concentrate.

If it was a late day, I would have smashed it and ended it.

But yesterday's fairies are intelligent creatures.

As a result of their adaptation to the times - in these times when vampires and dragons and fairies have become fantastic creatures, they are also evolving to survive.

So men, who would be the rivals they once killed each other, would be the pests they used to buzz, but they are committed to treating the 'fantasy creatures' who live now with the utmost respect possible.

So I didn't beat him up, I put up with him.

When you finally get more focused and start working with your glasses on, this is it.

I guess that means don't do the work today.

men into a toolbox to avoid losing gear, removing glasses,

"What's the matter, fairy, all of a sudden you say that..."

"The fairy noticed. I wonder if it has anything to do with muscle and intelligence."

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It doesn't matter, we all knew from the beginning.

In the first place, the fairy was building muscle with the thinking method of 'If you put your strength on your head, you'll be smarter' - 'If you build muscle, you'll be smarter' - 'Keep muscle treading for a sixpack'...

Quite frankly, it doesn't make sense.

But no one went into it.

I guess I didn't say anything because my family is silent and lazy outside of their duties.

I guess the dragon didn't even care because he wasn't interested in anything other than himself.

The man - vampirely, whoops, 'I don't know what that means, but if the fairy wants to, you can do that,' and he wasn't going to tell the truth respecting the fairy's thoughts.

"I want you to tell me. What does muscle have to do with intelligence?

A fairy asks with serious eyes.

The man was stuck with the answer.

It doesn't matter.

It should be.

But - a man can tell the truth, or he gets lost.

Because the fairy worked hard.

Until now, she has been perspiring to work out that body, which is indispensable for a day.

That would have been a pointless effort to achieve the objective of 'wanting to be smart'.

But who gains by telling the truth that 'your efforts were pointless'?

Even if the fairy gets mucky, no one gets in trouble.

No one grieves, even if the fairy remains an idiot.

She carried the fate of a species called the 'Fairy' all by herself and continued to do what she could.

Calling it hard labor would be too cruel - even if it were once a brutal, merciless vampire called The One Who Smiles at Screams, but hesitantly, cruel.

Think about how a man can't help but tell the truth.

And...

"Uh, what is it? The interrelationship between muscle and intelligence is unclear, but I don't think your efforts are so wasteful. Why, uh... yes, look at the dragon. I do things I don't really know about, but I don't think there's any stray in the person, right? I mean, I think it's important that I'm satisfied or something like that."

"I know."

"... ugh!

The man even glanced at his head.

- I don't know anything!

If you say you're making progress or not, you are.

Compared to the first, the conversation became quite complete.

However, it was unclear whether the muscle mass had anything to do with this.

Probably not related - it was a powerful theory among men that they were only educated by continuing to communicate with dragons, family members, etc.

"Mr. Vampire, what's wrong?

"No..."

Something wrong?

Something - how not to let the fairy's previous efforts be understood as futile?

Because the fairy is too sad as it is.

With my age, I cry, so I feel like I'm going to cry every time I see a fairy about ten years from now.

Then you drown in a sea of tears - vampires are vulnerable to running water.

I don't admire the stylish cause of death like 'Vampires Died in Their Tears' a bit, but I still don't want to die.

I was also hesitant to tell a lie about 'it has to do with it'.

If you believe that word and see a fairy who goes on muscle treading, that doesn't seem to stop you from crying.

So men think of ways not to lie and not to tell the truth.

"... Fairy, for example, if I said, 'It has nothing to do with muscle and intelligence', are you satisfied with that?

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"You've been thinking, 'Build your muscles and you'll be smarter,' and you've been working hard? Is that effort like overshadowing someone else's discretionary opinions?

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"You've made an effort that doesn't depend on people's opinions, etc. - I intend to see how it goes. So you just have to do what you want. Don't be influenced by the opinions of others."

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".................. Oh, I know -"

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The other person was too retarded to answer the ball bug color.

When I turned around to avoid responsibility, it didn't pass on to the fairy.

In a nutshell.

Men haunt their heads even more,

"............... believe in yourself!

!?

"Look, fairy, trust yourself!

"Wow, I get it! Fairies believe in themselves as elites!

"Yes, believe in yourself!

"Believe in yourself!

"Trust yourself!

"Believe in yourself!

"All right, go!

"I'm coming!

The fairy jumped up in momentum and headed for the pet entrance and exit.

In front of the entrance and exit, the fairy looks back at the man...

"Believe!"

He grabbed his fist and said it with a serious face, he left.

Pathan, and pet doors close.

The man lay his back deeply on the couch and breathed.

- Somehow, I pushed it off with momentum.

Um, well, the fairy will have already forgotten what she even asked first.

Good, nobody got unhappy.

No one was desperate because of the cruel truth.

That's why...

"... I... am I, am I glad this is...?

There was an uninterrupted and bitter spread in the man's chest.

The vampire mocked quietly that the mind was thus getting older.