Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

When I woke up in the morning, I had a bump on my belly.

"............... Oh, speaking of which, this is what happened"

The man was completely oblivious to its existence, only blurry.

If this is just ningen, it could be 'on my belly if I wake up with a bump that I should have made into a treasure trove!? Iyeye!? Nande!?'...

The man was a vampire.

He is an Uncle Supernatural Bourne Ike with white hair, white skin and excellent shoulder width for red eyes.

It's now a fantasy of being gone.

In other words, existence itself is considered a monstrous phenomenon by the public.

So I was resistant to every slightly incredible thing I could do.

"Hmm, something like this, all the people who come to my house complain silently..."

Take it easy and twinkle...

Put the bump on your stomach on your pillow.

Whoa, whoa, out of bed.

"Well, it's time to finish the painting"

Um, and stretch.

Then take it easy walking to the closet and change into a set of three paintings: Tsunagi, Beret and Thick Hooch Glasses.

Handily set the canvas on the easel and sit back on the chair.

Oh, yeah, I had paint ready too - I thought that way, I sat back,

rattling rattling.

I remember a bump desperately appealing to existence.

"Hmm... Speaking of which, this..."

I don't know.

My head forgets to exist on its own.

A man puts his mind to the reason.

Yeah, I've been busy lately.

The painting will be finished soon.

The deadline for the submission of texts for the American text test is also near.

When the dragons get caught off guard, they say, "Play and play."

When I see a fairy exercising aerobically in the hallway, my tears are about to spill.

I've been suddenly too busy here lately.

Men are not lazy.

I'm just lazy because I'm not graceful.

but it is not graceful to live that day without a hippo in the afternoon so that it can be stirred up in some way.

Don't move, but don't move too much.

That kind of balance has been falling apart lately.

Balance is important.

It used to be brought about by spending half the day on activities and the other half on sleep.

But lately, I've only been able to sleep about a third of the day.

Well, but throwing away all the tasks you have now and going to bed, again, wouldn't be graceful.

After fulfilling my duty - fulfilling the duty I imposed on myself, I live without giving too much credit. That's what elegance is about.

"... first the finish of the painting"

I decided to make the promises in front of me in order.

A man moves forward to take paint.

rattling rattling.

I remember a bump so desperately appealing to existence.

"Hmm."

Men worry with their hands on their jaws.

And lift the bump I put on the pillow of the bed...

"Look, it's a bump."

I spoke to the bump.

It was a diagram that should not be seen by others.

"I don't know what your contents are, and I know you want it to be like this. But I have to paint. It's not a good idea to get more jobs right now."

……

"So at least keep it big until the painting is finished. Otherwise, I don't even know what I would do if I lost grace because I was busy with an unprecedented workload."

That's right.

Men hated being given more jobs by others......!

It doesn't matter what you do to yourself.

But even though he says, "Not now," he still doesn't like every moment he can push.

Sometimes when I was new to vampires, I destroyed a community that turned me into a vampire.

"Once you know, if you don't, tremble twice."

Gatta......

The bump shook only once.

Men smile.

"All right, good boy"

Men put their bumps gently on the floor.

"Now, make yourself comfortable in the treasure trove. You're out, so you can come in."

……

"If you don't like the treasure trove, you can have a nice room. Just focus me on the painting."

…………

Gatta.

The bump trembled once to show its consent.

The man smiles and nods.

"All right, all right. Okay, go."

……

"I'm fine. I'll pick you up soon."

- Gatta.

"Oh. Even so. Trust me and wait."

- Gatta.

"Bye."

- Gatta!

At the end of the day, when I trembled so hard...

The bump tried to jump and left the room.

... Speaking of which, the door to the room is open.

I guess a bump out of the treasure trove can open about the door to the room.

"Well, do you want to finish the painting"

Once again, the man walks out to prepare paint.

So today, we're going to focus on the painting until noon.

- I totally forgot about the bump.