Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Practice letters...... I mean, you're training"

"Right."

I don't know.

There was no slight discomfort in some men. But I was not willing to think deeply.

Anyway, the other person is a fairy.

In modern times, the term 'fairy' seems to be used as a metaphor for 'small and cute', 'fantastic and beautiful', etc. -

It is not 'fairy-like beings' that are in front of us.

A real fairy, palm-sized, flying with four wings on his back.

And the fairies. The vampires. Doesn't seem to have been passed down to the modern era when they were supposedly 'things that aren't there'...

The fairy is an idiot.

That's not intelligent enough to feel sad anymore.

So when dealing with fairies, men are learning that words should be as short as possible and that clarity takes precedence over truth.

"... well, that's why you should just do it. If you think it's going to work, you should keep going."

"I got it."

That's why the fairy decided to do the text for the acronym test.

Men see the fairy character practice scenery from the visiting sofa.

On the low table for visitors...

The fairy is on a spread text book and writes hard.

What you have is just an empitch.

But the fairy is small, so even a normal empitch looks like a spear.

'I hold' rather than 'I have' would be more appropriate as an expression.

Nor does the movement feel like 'I'm writing letters'.

Looks like you're watching the steps of a relaxed dance.

"What do you say?

He's finished writing one letter.

A man glances at a fairy-written letter that says "which"...

"... isn't it good"

"Fairies are letters."

"No, you're not a letter, you're a fairy..."

"But it's muscle, isn't it?

……

Upon picking up the words, they are captured in fairy time and space.

The man closed his mouth and looked carefully at the letters written by the fairy.

The text book reads: 'Write your own as you look at the example beside you! in the form of'.

So beside the blank space filled with letters by fairies, there are beautiful letters that serve as an example...

Even if I did it while watching, it's too good.

I would say a copy with no different dimensions.

"Hmmm... can you do that right while looking at an example"

"Mr. Vampire."

"What?"

"The fairy is a letter."

"No, you're a fairy."

"But"

"Not even muscle"

"The fairies are elite fairies, so they carry the expectations of the clan all around them. So you have to be smart, and the letters are smart."

"... well, even if you can solve the language and have a conversation, don't draw a line with the other fairies, really."

"The fairy is smart..."

Huh, and he was a fairy with a grin that seemed highly intelligent.

The look on his face now seemed so clever that a man dreamed that a fairy might be clever for a moment.

"... but it's strange... your letters I saw before were obviously dirty..."

"The fairy hasn't written a letter since she came to this castle, has she?

"No... well, what..."

……

"... I thought the letters looked dirty looking at your flesh."

"In other words, did the vampire discern the beauty of the letters by watching the fairy's trunk work out?

"Right."

No, what do you think?

But the fairy is convinced, so the man wondered if that was enough.

Well, I don't know why the letters were dirty...

There's no better reason to restrain the fairy than to write some beautiful letters.

So the man said, 'Enough writing letters. And then whatever you want,' I thought I'd free the fairy.

"The fairy wants to be recognized by a vampire."

"... what a sudden"

"Already, the fairy has been doing a lot of muscle treading. Abs exercise, spine movement, push-ups, squats breathing in fairies…"

"Were you able to maintain your previous memory yesterday..."

"I think it's time for the fairy to move on to the next step."

"I mean, what do you want to do?

"We're going to beat the vampires and improve the status of the fairies!

Pointing to a vampire with his right hand as the fairy holds Empitz with one arm.

Men are confused.

"But what do you want to beat me for? There's no way we're gonna fight each other."

"Fairy muscles are not meant to hurt people. It's a muscle for a good head."

"Well, what, I have a lot to say, but let's rate it as a good belief. So, how do you want to beat me?

"Again, the comprehensive art of muscle and intelligence -- an early writing battle for letters."

"... I can't find a causal relationship between the early writing of the letters and the muscles..."

"Writing letters is a general exercise."

Not for you.

"And letters are intelligence."

Perhaps for you.

"So give me your intelligence and strength..."

"Fairy?"

…………

The fairy puts Empitz silently on the table.

And do squats,

"... battle!

"Sir, your intelligence already seems to be at its limit, are you okay?

"The endurance of a fairy who worked out in aerobic exercise is as wide as the sky and as sweet as flowers nectar yummy!

"Rest."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... battle!

The fairy turned her back on the man and posed to bend her arms as if to show off her back and arm muscles.

It is a bodybuilder pose that now boosts the intelligence of this moment in exchange for the intelligence of the day because of the time she is' here '.

I mean - fairies are serious.

And it goes against a man's aesthetic to disturb the person who is prepared to challenge him.

"Okay. I will respond to your readiness!

The man was sitting up on the couch.

Bassah! and took off the gown pyjamas he was wearing.

What emerged from beneath it was a figure dressed in black overalls.

I wasn't planting it - it's the overalls embodied by the ability to materialize.

Gown makes sleeves intrusive and hard to write letters.

And time to get dressed, I don't know if I have fairy intelligence.

So it's an emergency measure.

At last.

The man looked dressed but naked......!

The man took out a few empitsies he was planting from his cuffs,

"The paper... Okay, you have paper for notes on the bed. The time limit should be three minutes. It's the same as a round of" boxing "that I saw in the video like" Gentleman's Sport ". Just three minutes later, the clock will ring, so that's it."

"Hey! Because!!"

A fairy pointed her front at the man, crotching and posing with both fists around her waist.

Her intelligence won't last long.

Men don't feel like they have time for fine rule setting.

"So what, uh, anyway, you'd better win by writing more letters on this note paper!

"Ugh...... no!

"Okay - here we go!

Dan!

The man put the notebook down to slap it on the table.

And by the low table, sitting directly on the floor...

I start writing letters with all my heart.

Knock, knock, knock.

On a hard table, the sound of running Empitz on paper sounds.

We were both serious enough to forget to breathe.

Letters that are mass-produced as they are.

For men, it's just a letter-writing battle on the desk. The scale of that battle would be smaller than any fight we've ever had.

But there was no looseness in my mind.

Just write the letter and this calorie. It is so serious that if a third party sees it, they think, 'Have you finally lost your mind', that they don't pull it off.

The truth is, I had to get serious - the battle is antagonistic.

... In other words, this battle was supposed to be overwhelmingly advantageous on the part of men.

A fairy who has to use his full body power to write one letter and a man who can write letters only from elbow to tip.

Exchange of note forms, because for men, it's just a piece of perla paper. But for fairies, objects the same size as themselves, but also difficult to handle dancing under air resistance.

There is an advantage called 'Body Size'.

That's supposed to happen - the battle was befriended.

Why can't we just pull it off?

To the unexpected fairy speed, a man follows, sees a chill and a fairy.

- It's a failure.

What was there was a fairy who drew the letters in a heartbeat.

But at first glance, it doesn't look like you're drawing letters.

It's like dancing.

A circular motion that keeps repeating itself.

There is a beauty in her little figure who holds an empitch, takes steps, makes her sweat twinkle, and carves a cool rhythm that makes her unwittingly fascinated.

The man fell in love.

The time limit of three minutes, in a situation of antagonistic battle, even for a few moments, falls in love and stops hands.

- The sound of a ringing end bell.

Listening to the sound of a pillar clock leaving a go-gone and an aftertaste - the fairy fell.

But I don't lose consciousness.

She approached the man with a weak groove.

"At last... I can't..."

Yes, we have to tally.

While her consciousness is - intelligent, we have to tally the results.

Men pick up each written note sheet and calculate the number of characters they write.

... As a result, what a higher number of characters the fairy had.

But...

- Dirty.

Supposedly the fairy wrote it in the second half. That seemed like a mysterious pattern, roughly indistinguishable from the letters.

Probably because of fatigue.

Systemic exercise. Full operation of intelligence. - Kaka's behavior of 'writing letters', as she had said beforehand, was nothing more than the comprehensive art of muscle and intelligence.

Can I acknowledge this as a letter?

Admitting it as a letter - wouldn't that sweet grading be an insult to fairies?

In the ears of troubled men...

My voice stopped.

"- Hey, ladies, where were you?"

"You win."

The man said reflexively.

I see, even though it was an overwhelmingly favourable condition, I could see why I was losing purely at 'the speed at which I draw the line'.

- The difference between what you carry.

The fairies were carrying a race called fairies and challenging vampires.

The vampires - they bought her mind and just responded to the battle.

… In the first place, the conditions for the start of the match were not EVEN.

The fairy had already made some remarks - let's just say that the limited resources called 'intelligence' were already depleted at the start of the match.

It is now too much for the male side to put conditions into the judgment criteria even to those that can only be judged subjectively, such as' the beauty of the letter '.

It was such a decision - I didn't slack the win. The men decided that the fairies had won after putting each other's terms together as equitably as possible.

"Good for you."

"That's right. You win.... So rest now. Even if you don't remember this victory tomorrow - congratulations, little man. The fact that you overwhelmed me doesn't just go away."

……

"I'd like to dedicate myself to winning wine, but sleep is better now. Rest. You've already won over me as a creature. Winners have the right to fulfill their aspirations"

…………

Finally, the fairy laughed in peace.

A man glances at a fairy laying his eyes down on a table...

I looked up at the ceiling.

"... oh, is this what defeat is all about"

Close your eyes so you can taste the sole you didn't know.

The sole is awesome and falls stony on the chest - just a little bitter, honey flavor.