Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Vampires, make this"

A raucous afternoon.

The man's reading time was interrupted by such a low voice that it echoed from the bottom of the earth.

The screen of the Kai Thai legend shown contained a recipe for a certain dish.

Men narrow their eyes and look at it - but it's not like they're old eyes and can't see the letters on the screen very well.

A man is a vampire.

It is now an endangered species treated as "the only thing in the gaga," but vampires are inherently capable of regenerating and maintaining the healthy body they will always want.

It can't be an old eye or something.

Still, I narrowed my eyes because I didn't know what the recipe on the screen meant.

"What is this..." Chef's Whimsical Steamed Chicken Poiled Organic Vegetables and Natural Herbs with Country Style Givier Tailoring - Served with Whimsical Fruit Sauce "... how much whimsical do I care?"

"Would you be a naturalist?

Speaking satisfactorily was a small creature.

On a body covered in bright red urchins, limbs that appear to have roughly no 'grasp' function, eyes with thick tails behind a sluggish body and longitudinal pupils over a long neck reminiscent of a snake.

It was a dragon, no matter how I saw it.

Now that the world is treated like a puppy, I don't even think there's anything natural in the world.

The man places the Kai Thai legend on the low table in front of him with Kotori.

And look at the dragon on the wingspan table.

"... well, whatever food you eat, I have nothing to say from you... except, as I may have said before, I am not your servant. Isn't it a little abusive to come all of a sudden and say," Come on, make it "?

"If you showed me what I personally wanted to eat and ordered me to 'make it,' then the sleigh would be soggy too. But it's not."

"Who but you would want to eat such a whimsical recipe?

"I'm just representing nature's will. Whimsical recipes are nature's favorite."

……

Mimic pickled and poisoned dragons speak for nature's will on something like this.

He seemed to think that anything would be forgiven if it were titled Nature.

"Dragon... I hate to say this... but you look insane right now"

"I don't care if it's my sanity or not. All things small, before the majesty of nature."

"Then why don't we just eat some crispy vegetable scum as usual without even asking for such a handful of meals..."

"That's not going to happen. I don't want artifacts."

"Isn't this obnoxious and laborious dish artificial?

"Would it contain the words' organic 'or' natural '?

"It's in, though."

It's natural.

……

At that time, something in the man made a noise.

The man rings his fingers silently and calls his family.

Responding to the convocation was a girl in maid clothes, with dark hair and hidden one eye.

It is a family member - it is not just placing young girls in the maid business unjustly, it is a wildlife in which vampire men divide and subordinate blood.

"Family."

……

I'll come closer, but I won't respond.

I hate talking so much - men keep giving orders regardless.

"Restrain the dragon and let me open my mouth."

"Vampire!? Are you lost?!?"

The dragon is loose.

The family moved quickly.

Lifting the dragon in a slippery motion then connects the dragon's limbs, neck and tail with a sturdy string of appropriate length to tie the puppy-sized small animal where it was hidden.

When this happens, the dragon can't even stand - it was a tying technique that I can only assume and devise entirely the shape of the dragon.

When a man sees that the dragon cannot move, he leaves the room once.

And what I brought is - I'm familiar with "Blessed Time for Your Loving Cat," and it's crisp for cats.

The man was open, sticking his arm in the bag.

One full of crunch was removed.

"Come on, dragon, eat your crunch! Eat!

"Stop, stop! Stop! Ooh! I'm not a naturalist! Don't put artifacts in my mouth!

"What do you say to shallow naturalists who are convinced to the extent that the word 'organic' or 'natural' is in it! Come on, be crunchy! And I'm going back to you!

"Stop. Whoa! Stop it. Whoa!"

But the resistance did not last long.

Finally, the man succeeds in twisting crunchiness in the mouth of the dragon.

Cali, cali...

You can make a creepy noise and play the supreme pet snack made up of ingredients that cared for your loved cat in the mouth of the dragon.

The ingredients of natural origin that are overflowing if you bite through the crunchy grilled surface layer are like a flood of flavor.

The dragon chewed and swallowed that hood, which could even be said to have accumulated the time itself when the pet food vendor thought of the love cat.

And...

".................. good"

The dragon blurted.

There is a look on my face like some cliché has fallen off.

"... ha... ha... nature... nature is coming out of me... no, was that really nature...? Wasn't it just an unexpected wave...?

"Dragon, you're back to normal."

"Uhm... something like someone who was using my body to say something unsolicited has left... such a comfort. That grate... I think I've been doing something we've never done before..."

"Oh, right. It wasn't like you... well, it was like you in a way around trying not to get me through... anyway, welcome back"

"Hmmm......"

The dragon breathes through his nose.

And then you move on the table so you can strain your body while you're in captivity -

"Vampires, apparently you've caused trouble"

"I don't care. We are the so-called 'fantasy species' - are we not fellow aliens on the verge of extinction? If we're in trouble, we can help each other."

"Hmmm......"

"Are you tired of something? … bring the dragon to your room, my family"

When the family nodded, they grabbed the dragon as indiscriminately as their luggage, holding it with one hand.

When Pathan and the door close, only men are left in the room.

The man opened his back deep on the couch, and, uh, breathed...

"... it's really okay, Dragon. Anyway, you went crazy because I pickled you mimically... and I was just hissing..."

One case is settled.

Thus the plain labor of men was again reduced.