Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

All the beginnings were placed on the visitors' low table.

In other words, it's called "An Introduction to Oil Painting Starting in Old Age".

So the man looked at his long peachy hair.

It has a length to the chest area and is not tied.

Whether it was well maintained or young, the hair was shiny and shiny even though it was dark indoors.

Your face would be 'cuter' than 'beautiful'.

You may not even say you're young, but you're just a child - well, from a man's point of view, most ningens look like children, so this assessment may not be very objective.

The man looked at the Virgin in a jittery.

She is near the entrance to the man's bedroom, spreading her arms sideways like wings, upright immobile.

I could see the color of the tension on that face.

The large peachy eyes with dripping eyes move, and the mouth is twisted into one letter, shaking slightly, whether it is grinning or even painful in the stomach.

If you pay attention, you realize her lips are surprisingly thin.

Would the upper lip and lower lip, if strong, be slightly thicker?

That's something I never knew before.

There still seemed to be something entirely different that I could recognize from looking at the details and paying attention to them.

Once the man's gaze rose to his small nose, he lowered to his round jaw and moved toward his body.

Light pink robe with not much exposure other than the neck and hands.

It was an obscure outfit for the body line, but I still don't want to go so far as to completely hide the line. Being a woman, it would be helpless for her to whisper around her chest.

I'm not sure about the line around my belly - but it's not fat, and I'm sure it's not as thin as it sounds.

If you insist, imagine a body shape over your clothes that should be regarded as' healthy '.

Look at the torso, then move your gaze to the arm.

We look at it as if it were a shoulder, upper arm, forearm, passing through a thin wrist and reaching into our hands.

Hands that look smaller compared to body shape.

But those white fingers seemed long - subtly trembling because of tension?

Move your gaze toward your lower body.

It's hard to tell because of the robe, but the hips look tall.

I see, so - yes, men convince themselves.

As a matter of fact, I always felt uncomfortable when the Virgin stood me in the front.

It's not as clear a discomfort as making it a language, and I didn't know how to hold that, but now that I'm here, I finally know who it is.

That was the difference between the impression I get from my head and my actual height.

The Virgin is tall in head but not so tall.

So even though it looks long in the long run, when it stands nearby, it's not, and men have always felt the discomfort.

Men look at the Virgin's feet as she nods to one mystery solved.

These are shallow shoes that are worn to the point where they can be worn.

Apparently it is made of leather that is going to fasten with a hippo, with a slightly boneless look.

Her tight, light peachy robe also looks like a mismatch.

But the more I think about the Virgin's activities, the more I thought it would be, the choice of footwear.

Anyway, it seems she's been helping a lot of people around from time to time.

First of all, even this castle is a little far from the city - so much so that it is a durable leather product because it walks around, and for the same reason, it probably chooses a shallow one that is resistant to steam and tiredness.

"... Um, uncle"

Say without the Virgin moving anything but her mouth.

The man - shrugged charcoal on the canvas placed on the easel in front of him.

"What's up, Virgin?"

"Uh, are you okay now?

"Hmm."

The man moves his gaze on the canvas.

There was a painting dessant of the Virgin standing with her hands spread out directly beside her.

Fine things like coloration, face, etc. have not yet been painted, to the extent that only the skeleton was roughly photographed -

"Well, you are. Standing with your arms up forever would be tiring. The rough Deathsand is over, and it's okay to move now."

"Really... ugh"

The Virgin breathed and lowered her arms.

Always healthy. Seemed from a man as if she was kind of gutted.

"Even you, the models look tired."

Men laugh.

The Virgin smiled.

"Yes... I didn't think it would be so hard just not to move"

"I don't know what to say..."

"As for yourself, always overwhelmed by your energy, you look pretty fresh."

"Me too! Uncle!

The Virgin swept her cheeks.

But it makes me smile soon.

"Um, uncle, uncle's painted desan, can I see it?

Oh, I don't mind.

"Wow!

The Virgin runs a small run to the back of a man.

And over the shoulder of the man sitting there, glancing at the canvas...

"Wow, uncle, isn't that amazing! I can paint!

"... I also said earlier when you put out" An Introduction to Oil Painting Starting in Old Age "- because it used to twist a little. Besides, I think it's still too early to say" I can draw "at the draft stage."

"But I can tell that just Desan is a proper human being!

……

Apparently, they assumed a level of painting power that they didn't know was Ningen.

The man shrugged his shoulder...

"... Well, this is why I don't need your book, Introduction to Oil Painting Starting in Old Age, and I'm not willing to go to painting classes. Give up on trying to get me out of here in terms of painting."

"Well, Uncle, let's finish this painting and put it on the exhibition!

"I don't know how many routes you're thinking of putting me out there, but I'm not going out there, and even if this painting were finished, I wouldn't be exposed to people"

"Hmmm...... too bad"

"Besides - Virgin, you're the model, aren't you? If you were naked in this painting when it was finished, would you still tell me to put it on the exhibition?

"What!? Are you naked?!?"

Well.

Not completely naked.

Hobbies of using young girls as models to strip clothes in paintings were not available to men.

"… well, the completion diagram assumes something properly dressed."

"Oh good...... Um, by the way, what kind of painting are you planning to be?

"Right, hey, so far, here's to you, I thought I'd try to grow wings. Religiously."

"Oh, I've seen it in the temple! You're a godsend motif! Something like a Virgin!

"Thou shalt be the Virgin..."

"Yes, but somehow, you sound like the Virgin who listens in history class... my activities are more welfare than religious, and you mean you feel different from the Virgin in history"

"... well, you're a lot different than the old Virgin."

I don't know what the Virgin used to be - it was amazing.

I am a woman who absolutely kills people.

The figure of the Virgin, who kills all non-Ningen races while saying 'God' or something, is frightening and beautiful again.

Dancing in bloody smoke under the moonlight, it was beautiful.

I don't want the modern Virgin to be such an adult, the man thought.

"... the course of the times, hey"

"That's right. Now I can't live without following the commandments and all that."

"... that's not what I'm talking about, but that's fine. The world is at peace."

"Uh... yes!

It was a response like, "This uncle, I said something I don't know about again."

Recently, the Virgin has gotten used to it, and it seems the opposite is fresh to be stuffed with words, as men are usually thru saying 'I am a vampire' or 'six hundred years ago'.

"Oh, yeah, uncle, will you finish this painting?

"Yeah? Well, you are. Throwing something out on the way that I've started doesn't subside well, and more importantly, I'm free. Shall I paint for a while?"

"Um, then, finished product, won't you give it to me?

"It doesn't matter. I'm not obsessed with things either. I take care of the process more than the finished product. I'll give it to you if you want."

"Wow, thank you!

"Instead, I'll have you working with me as a model for a while. Faces are still easier to draw while looking at the real thing."

"Okay!

"Shall we start again, then? Don't move."

"... I get it"

The Virgin is only a little frightened.

She doesn't seem to like being jittery.

Men laugh at that unexpected weakness.

For some time now, only the sound of charcoal rubbing the canvas sounded indoors.