Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Gaaaaaaaa!?"

Heavy, low voices echoed from the bottom of the ground into the quiet castle.

It is night.

It's annoying - with that in mind, the man woke up.

Of course it's not a male scream.

Men are vampires.

Anyway, if I had sunbathed in the morning, I wasn't going to bark enough to scream like that in the middle of the night.

So, whose scream is...

When a man wakes up on his bed and he's blurry...

"Hey, vampire! Vampires!"

Something crept through the pet door and appeared in the men's room.

A little red creature - a dragon.

Men look like 'I knew it'.

"What's wrong with you? It's a dragon. What kind of play did you find this time?

"I'm not playing! Something, on my pillow, something, moves...!

I don't get the guidelines.

When a man has a neck...

rattling...... rattling......

Ear familiar footsteps (?) and someone comes in through the pet door.

He's...

It was a black, round pottery that seemed to be a possibility.

Talismans are worn on the creased neck, or a tremendous seal is unraveled on the mouth, which is a substitute for what you might think.

"What a bump"

"Though a bump! It's a bump, though!? It works!?"

……

The man saw the dragon.

This creature, misidentified by mankind as a puppy, and the man himself, a vampire, is at last only a 'fantasy species' that has appeared in the gaga.

It's a living 'wonder'.

Is that - disturbing this far to the extent that the bumps have moved?

Men had difficulty hiding their disappointment.

"What a fuss, dragon, to the extent that my bumps moved..."

"No, normally, even if the bump moves, and the guy was on the pillow at some point, I think it's funny and natural!?"

"Naturally, it feels like a time when we speak for ourselves."

"No, you're definitely crazy about this!?"

"... oh, well, you didn't know... actually, there's someone inside that bump."

"What, is there someone in there? Then, of course, you can move.

The dragon shouts out loud.

The man understands that apparently there is no mutual understanding on this matter.

"Yes, Dragon, I would like to examine the contents of these bumps, do you have any idea?

"Probably 'Mimic'."

"... what are you, even anticipating who you are and still scared"

"I don't like these things. Soon you'll be in my treasure trove, and when you try to hoard the treasure, the moment you open the box, you'll surprise me... If the fairies are 'a vice you can't sleep without crushing once you see them,' Mimic is' a vice that makes you look alarmed, and once you see it, you'll be lurking in the treasure for a while '."

"I see... but isn't that because you neglected to manage the treasure? There's never been a mimic in my castle chest."

"Remember the size of my original flesh. I used to be able to only do rough things."

"Oh, indeed."

"That's why I built Harlem and let the women take care of it."

It was the inevitability of the dragon's habit that is now revealed.

Well, 'Don't be interested in gold. You guys don't use' em in the first place...

"Whatever - my bump, are you a 'mimic'?

My bump nodded (?).

Every movement is laterally shaky, so it's hard to tell, but a man who keeps talking to his bumps for a long time somehow knows what his bumps are willing to do.

Then open it.

"Hey, you! Did you hear me!? It's a mimic!? If you open the box, it'll pop up. Isn't that the epitome of evil! Keep it sealed forever!

"Well, fairies and mimics are indeed vicious... but I have a promise. Besides, isn't that nice? If you've done harm, you can handle it. It's not elegant to renege on promises when you're stuck in a crisis that might not happen."

"Vampires always do! Lick me up every time! That's why they're extinct!

"That's a complaint that seems to apply to the dragon exactly as it is... anyway, I'll open it"

"I'm already on my own!

The dragon pumps angry and pico leaves.

The man made sure the pet door was closed by sound.

I unsealed the bump.