Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Uncle! Good morning!

"Hey Virgin. Welcome."

Shush.

The Gothic and antique room lit by the morning sun had the sound of a man running a paintbrush.

On the canvas is a painting of a girl with open arms.

There were wings growing on the girl's back, and the look on her merciful face seemed too sacred.

A man with white hair, red eyes, strangely macho, a beret and thick glasses.

- I was a vampire.

Nobody believes it.

It's not just because men paint religious paintings, it's because of the times.

It's warm to call me "I'm a vampire" now, and I'm like, "You want to go to the hospital? 'It is just said.

So men have also been modest in appeal lately.

I'm a powerful vampire called by my true ancestors in the first place, so I'm not very good at vampire weaknesses that are passed on to the public - such as' sunlight '- so it's the problem of being able to live like that in Ningen, and there was also the problem of not being able to make an appeal well...

Whatever.

The painting man was also like his grandfather who started painting in his old age, where he was often there.

"Wow wow! You have wings!

From behind the man, the Virgin glances at the painting.

A man has a jaw with a barren beard.

"Hmm. But it's hard to draw because of the wings. It's going to take a while to complete."

"Oh, so, are you busy?

"No. I'm just about out of focus."

Men get up, um, and stretch.

My shoulder joints rattled creepily with the vacuum.

A man exercises to twist his hips left and right.

"So, Virgin, what can I do for you today?

"Of course I'm here to spread my uncle's skills to the world."

"... you want me to do my job?

"Uncle, I don't think you should because you think so."

"Hmm?... well, just hang up"

A man indicates a visiting sofa.

"Excuse me," the Virgin said, taking her seat.

The man sits on the couch facing each other across the low table.

"So?"

"Yes, until now I have casually used the word 'work'"

"… well, let's just use it."

"But I noticed. Your uncle doesn't have a career."

"........................... well, you could say that too"

"I taught people who don't have a job that the word 'should work' is highly stimulating."

"To whom?"

"To one of my friends."

Apparently, some of the Virgin's friends have dark attributes, too.

Or so far I have only been able to observe the dark attributes to the Virgin's friends because the "Virgin's Friend" I know of is about "The Dragon Descendant and the Vampire Wizard".

Will too strong a light attract shadows?

"... well, leave me alone if I'm highly stimulated - so, what are you gonna do, teach me?

"Yes, that's why I decided not to let my uncle do what he didn't even want to do."

"I mean, give up?

"No. Work what you want to do...... eh! All you have to do is make money from your hobbies!

The Virgin stood up for some reason.

The way I feel about strength is amazing today.

"Hmm. But making money from a hobby also seems like a lot of trouble... if you put your hobby to work, it would be 'obligatory', wouldn't it?

"But, you know, I, too, think about it and I make my hobby work. But I've never considered this job an 'obligation'!

"Speaking of which, your business..."

"It's" People Help "!

"...... Grr!?"

"Uncle!? What's wrong!?"

"No..."

Without any reason, "help people" is referred to as a hobby.

The intensity of the light almost stopped my heart unexpectedly.

The man rattles his fingers with his pussy as he prepares to breathe.

Then the door of the room opened and the girl in the maid's clothes appeared with a tray in one hand.

There were two pairs of teapots and cup saucers on the tray, and a chocolate chip scone that stood in the hot air just to say, 'I just baked it'.

The girl in the maid's clothes got on the tray. She put it on the low table and poured tea from the teapot into the cup, leaving in a gracious manner.

Men, uh, breathe...

Have a sip of tea and then

"But, Virgin, no matter how much I change the way I say it, work is work, and I don't know why I do it..."

"I do!? At least a grandfather like calling his grandson in a finger patch should make some social contribution to balance it out!

"Balance…"

Is it the balance between light and darkness?

Indeed, Grandpa, who can call his granddaughter with a finger patch to obey, has a pretty strong dark attribute.

Well, now that I've brought the tea, whether it looks like my granddaughter from the eyes of the Virgin or not, it's actually a vampire's family.

Since the existential significance of family members is to follow vampires, there's nothing strange about it...

I guess it does seem problematic from the point of view of the public who don't believe in 'vampires' or anything.

"But let me also respect my uncle's willingness not to go outside"

"Oh, I see you've learned to pull..."

"And all of a sudden, even if they say 'hobby for money', you also know it's unrealistic"

"Virgin, you've grown up..."

"Because I also study every day. So - today, before making money from my hobbies, I first took the means to find out how much my uncle's hobbies have reached in the world."

"Is that...?

"It's a 'qualification test'!

The Virgin takes a piece of paper out of her back side.

I can only assume he was planting it under his butt.

The man received the paper she showed.

Its colorful, thick but yawdy paper was bulleted with various' qualifications'.

"The" Aesthetic Test ", the" Vegetable Sommelier Test "… are, well, I don't know…" Festival Test "or the" Specialty Test "are of no use..."

"Having those credentials allows you to know how much your knowledge is at a relative level, leading to a sense of peace of mind and upliftment."

"... what is it, the..." Self Satisfaction "?

"If you stick to your self-satisfaction, it's a trick!

Apparently, he really thinks so.

This Virgin has a broken ability to receive things negatively.

"... Hmm. So, are you recommending this to me?

"Yes, it's not 'work' if you're just going to qualify, and knowing what level your hobby is relative to, I think it builds confidence, recognizes your value, and motivates you to be active in society!

"Your route is always full of light... you know, I hate to say it... but I think I'd be quite shocked if my hobby paintings and carpenters turned out to be 'no big deal'."

I'm not going to give a shit about public appreciation.

But - if you don't care, but the world tells you 'no', you'll have a lump in your heart. Finally,

"'Don't care about ratings' and 'Don't care about ratings' are another story."

"But my uncle Alekore is quite something!

"Ugh, um..."

"I think they're all stable and at a high level! What do you think, why don't you trust me and take just one test of some kind? Try it!

"Hmmm... well, if you say so much... it's not even something you have to go outside, is it?

"Yes! Just do the assignment and mail it! Well, it depends..."

"If it's in the mail, well, should I let my family go"

"As far as I'm concerned, I want my uncle to go out and mail it directly, and then have tea on the terrace with his family, and be impressed with the deliciousness of the sweets I ate and work in that store!

"Your" future actions "are so optical that I'm no longer the one to act like that..."

There were about three light words in just one line.

Terrace seating.

Sweets.

Work.

I see. Even with the slightest stimuli, men thought that when they mix in this kind of light for each conversation, it's going to be an amazing strain on the heart one of these days.

"But I just don't want it that far. Now it's enough for you to do a qualification test!

"Ugh, um..."

"Looking forward to it... my uncle will be appreciated by the public..."

The Virgin laughs.

Men laughed too - kind of oddly, thirsty laughs.