Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

What came out of it was an organism like a collection of orange tentacles.

"If you do open a chest and all of a sudden something like this shows up, don't be surprised and stop your heart," that was a rough and blasphemous look.

He's willing to rejoice in the liberation of Uneune.

to a man, stretched out one of his tentacles.

"Mm?"

A man notices a book teased at the tip of his tentacles.

It's an old hardcover.

"Is that a diary? Read it?"

Mimic just nags and doesn't talk.

Apparently, he's not the type of person to talk to.

The man takes the diary.

Then, with a slightly nuanced cover, he opened his face to the touch.

"... that's an old substitute. From what I can tell, I was active as the enemy of humanity."

Zach, when I read it, it sounds like a diary of an adventurer.

Adventurer - a day labourer who once fought the monsters and earned a dime.

There used to be something called The Adventurer's Guild, and that's where I used to mediate my work...

In modern times, there seemed to be no monsters themselves, nor did the 'Adventurer's Guild' already exist.

The man goes on to read the diary in nostalgia of the past.

Occasionally, when a sentence comes out that touches a vampire, I'm strangely happy to say, 'Well, was this what you saw from the Ningen side?

And...

The description finally goes into the Mimic thing.

"I was opening the chest in the dungeon, as usual, and I ran into Mimic.

I defeated that mimic and got the treasure, but I find another one inside, mimic small enough to ride in the palm of my hand.

Apparently Mimic's kid.

I kind of picked him up and decided to try to raise him.

If it works, it could be gold. '

'Little mimics seem to prefer narrow places.

Also, I didn't try to eat.

Speaking of which, I've never heard of Mimic eating anything.

Even the attacked adventurer stayed rolled in front of the crate and didn't look like he was being eaten.

Maybe it's a monster who doesn't need a meal.

Is that like a plant?

'Mimic doesn't eat, but he was fine as long as he was in a narrow place.

However, trying to get it out of the container is severely weak.

The task of transferring this guy, who is getting bigger and bigger, to a container that fits his body's size, was a cause for anxiety.

In the meantime, I decide to switch to the bump that was nearby '

'Mimic seemed to miss me a lot.

When I give him my hand, he sucks at me like I'm touching him with that tentacle.

It's just so bad for my heart when I pass in front of my bumps and all of a sudden they try to pop me out and let me go.

I thought about why I would do this, and one day I discovered that when I showed them how I was, they would be happy to unwind.

Is it Mimic ecology?

Here comes one hypothesis.

Hey, don't you think the Mimics are harmless?

They just make it ecological to let someone down, don't they want more than that?

It's just that adventurers don't get a bit or softly off the hook, so they just kill adventurers so that they can get more and more overskinned and kill their kids with the intention of having a big dog trapped?

... Apparently, I'm tired.

Mimic is a monster.

It is a vicious beast that God has not allowed to exist.

Don't think like you've got too many shoulders. '

"Life with Mimic is also a lot longer.

The opportunity to let go didn't seem off.

In the first place, if they found out I had a monster, they wouldn't know what I'd be told by people.

But I didn't feel like I picked this guy up strangely and failed.

The touch with this guy, who innocently jumps out of his bump and tries to get me off the hook, or sucks with his tentacles like a massage when he gets his hands in his bump, is soothing me.

This guy is a monster, but he's not a vermin.

That's what I already think.

But I'm sure people don't think so.

That's all I'm worried about. '

"The monsters have also fallen considerably, so the adventurers stopped and started a new business.

I got married and had a family.

I'm hiding something about Mimic from my family.

Mimic and I have occasional contact in the warehouse, but if my wife gets suspicious or something, will I have to stop touching this guy?

What am I supposed to do?

I can't forget the sweet feeling of sucking on these fingers.

But my wife and son love each other.

If I had to choose between them, I'd, you know, choose between them?

"The journal I had for a long time was completely dusty.

Looking at this old cover looks like it will bring back memories of the old days.

It's been a long life.

I lived as an adventurer and met Mimic.

I met my wife, stopped being an adventurer, and started a pawn shop.

Fortunately, management was doing well.

The young children grew up splendidly, and I can tell you that my wife's relationship with me, me and Mimic, though pinched with a slice of thin ice, lasted a long and peaceful time.

My wife died the other day.

It would be the most proud thing in my long life to have been able to drop that one off with a happy face.

But it is true that that death reminded me of my own heavenly destiny that I had forgotten.

People die one day. Me too, I guess I'll die soon.

I wondered what would happen to Mimic if I did.

Now the monster has been banished.

The temple has forbidden to speak of information about monsters, and has burned materials about monsters one after the other.

Looks like you're trying to erase the very fact that there was a monster.

What happens if my mimic is found in a temple or by a faithful believer in such a situation?

I can't wait to be rough. Now that my wife is dead and my child is independent, I could have just said that the only thing that should bother my head is about Mimic.

My life expectancy is about to run out, but Mimic's power to suck my hand remains unchanged.

Maybe these guys don't have a life expectancy, or even if they do, they're considerably longer than us humans.

I was going to take care of this guy to the end, but, hey, it seems like it's me, not Mimic, who gets the end of it '

"Keep this diary in a bump with a mimic.

If anyone wants to talk to Mimic and let him go, I'll teach him to give me this diary first.

So please, to the person who read this diary.

This is creepy because it looks like it, but it's not a bad creature.

Once upon a time, such creatures did exist on the earth, and the people had ecology, and life.

I hope you don't forget. This guy, who wants to be famous and blasphemous in front of you, is also the same life as you.

So please, don't be afraid of this guy, don't let him die, and pretend to be surprised in front of this guy every once in a while.

That's all this creature is so happy about.

No need for a meal, no excretion, just a container that fits your body perfectly and just a little bit of grater, this guy can live.

But right now, the world is sensitive to monsters.

So let's go to the future.

Keep this container warmly sealed so that it cannot be opened by mischief.

I will put on a number of sayings and let them tell the story, so I believe that if you are a favorite of the future that you have yet to see, you will also show understanding to this creature '

"Whoa, whoa!

After reading the diary, the man growled.

Because of his age, his loose tear glands are finally decimated, and his red eyes are filled with endless tears.

"Unknown adventurer...! I'll inherit your will! I'll take care of Mimic!

The man grabbed the diary and swore.

And I did my gaze at a bunch of orange, tentacle-like, nasty creatures that put their faces (metaphorical representations) out of their bumps.

He was unwound, but...

I suddenly caught it in my bump.

Ba! and the momentum popped up well.

"Wow, I'm surprised ah!

A man pretends to be a jerk.

The tentacles shook with joy.

Men get up...

"... that's why, Mimic. From today on, you will be part of our castle. Let's get you a room. You can let people get away with it if you like."

- Uneune.

"But no relatives. Don't make me angry because I can't get through too many jokes."

- Uneune!

"Be careful not to let them get hurt or anything else. As long as you can protect it around, you can do whatever you want with it."

- Une!

"Good night, then"

- Uneune ~

Mimic left shaking his rattle and bump.

The man looked down at the diary in his hand.

"... um, mimic would be nice, but you have trouble numbing me"

I glanced at the mucus creeping into my hand, and I sighed.