Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Mm... mmm...? Mm...!?"

The man realized his voice was getting higher.

I have an idea of this phenomenon.

"... are you being a child again...?

The man was his uncle.

But once before, the flesh has become a child.

I don't know why my physical age is so gabby.

The answer could be given in one word: 'Because men are vampires'.

A fantasy creature, considered 'what is not' in modern times.

A creature with a life expectancy much longer than a human, living hundreds of years.

Its flesh always continues to 'regenerate' to the optimal snail.

So a man wants half of what his uncle looks like, but...

Because of its potential to transform and separate, there could have been accidents where it inadvertently turned into a boy-like appearance in some applause.

"... I don't know... maybe because I became a boy's flesh once, my physical age is starting to loosen up..."

Let's put our physical age back before anyone notices.

When a man thinks so and thinks, "Go back to your body."

Concon.

Gachari.

There were those who knocked but didn't wait for a reply to come in.

He's a young girl in made-up clothes.

A faceless girl with dark hair and a particular hairstyle of hiding one eye - a male relative.

She apparently brought tea.

I have a tray with a tea set on it in one hand.

Usually perfectly unshakeable walking makes the cup lying on the saucer look like a stunning servo that doesn't even rattle.

How dare the family, when they saw the man, drop the tray on the floor.

"... then, you know..."

Gachan......

In a quiet castle, the sound of tea sets cracking echoes.

But the family members are not likely to find themselves in a broken tea set.

Her gaze continues to pour on men all the time.

The man felt 'found at a bad time'.

For some reason, when a man becomes a boy, his family becomes a very difficult child.

"No, what... you've apparently been too obsessed with woodcarving. I'll be right back. Clear the broken cup and wait in the room."

"Rubbing..."

"What is it?"

"Mm-hmm."

My family coughed up meaningfully.

And...

"Do I need to go back to adulthood?

!?

It was a temperamental utterance.

Usually when I speak out, I feel like I'm losing my mind or no, I feel like I'm doing it, but I don't feel like I'm doing it...

It was a beautiful, clear voice, like the one who was working on talking.

"Wouldn't it be nice if you were a child"

"No... I'm sorry that you're talking to me in a mood, but I like the way you look that age. I can tell you, when I was human, my father..."

"Lord"

"What is it?"

"If you look like a child, they won't tell you to work."

!?

"You don't like it, do you? Working."

I really don't like it......!

Men - they don't want to work.

But...

"I don't like working, so I don't know what a child looks like..."

"Lord"

"What is it?"

"The Lord's life is unforgivable because he is my uncle."

……

"Uncle, it's what he works for. Uncle is something to wake up at a set time and sleep at a set time. My uncle is what supports my family. My uncle doesn't spend the day immersed in hobbies."

"Please don't. My chest hurts."

"But if you're a child, everything is forgiven."

……

"Whether you're playing all day, sleeping and waking up any time you want, not obliged to support your family, immersed in your hobby and crushing your day, if you're a child, you're forgiven"

"... I see"

I don't know, but it was very convincing.

I see no objection at all.

"Lord - there are too few things in the world to be forgiven by your uncle"

……

"The world is tough on my uncle. If that's the proof, the world's uncle, and you've never wanted to go back to being a child, there's not a single one."

I wonder how you collected that data.

Men are weak when they are brought out 'the world'.

Because men are hiccups - they leave all the necessary shopping, etc. to their families and refuse any interaction. I don't know anything about 'the world'.

"Lord - let us be forgiven, to the world"

"... no... but..."

"You've been wondering, haven't you? The public eye..."

Today's family comes gunning for the pain.

Word choices are more accurate than just the presence that has always been closest to seeing a man.

"I also think it's a good thing to care about the public. But it is against the enemy of the world to continue to be an uncle but also a hiccups… if the spirit has changed, the flesh should also respond"

……

"Being an uncle has no merit. Please, Lord, for your sake, stay a child. Let's just stay tall boys like that tall shota cute tall girl and let's live on."

The family said with a gentle smile.

That's how she reaches out.

I'm sure if you take that hand, you'll be able to live in a kind world from now on.

If you remain a child, you will not be told to work, you will not be told to work, and you will not be told to work.

But...

The man shook his head to the side.

"No, I'm going back. I'm going back to my uncle."

"Why...? Why are you picking a hard road for yourself...? Isn't that enough? The Lord has fought well. I resisted the Virgin's rape plot with splendor. No more unfavourable fights between public demands and your own aspirations, right?

"... thanks. You must be really caring about me and saying about half of it, too. But I'm still going back to that look my uncle calls me."

"... why..."

"There are so many reasons - well, I guess it's because I regret it"

……

"'Cause wouldn't you? Until now, as an uncle, I have continued to fight the Virgin. I've been resisting the pressure from the public to work through her."

……

"Isn't it regrettable to throw that battle out on the way, even though we've been fighting for it?"

…………

"But your care, and your appeal to speak out, hating to talk, was firmly engraved in my heart. Thank you. I'm so glad you're my family."

"... it's a waste of time"

My family was trying to bring calm.

The man didn't miss hearing the voice shake like a cry.

I didn't point it out.

Because I thought that was courtesy to my family.

"... yeah, well, but your" Me as a Boy "seems to be living a comfortable life, and I guess I didn't even admire it"

- My body is going back to my uncle.

Indeed, the chest was engraved with untrained.

But shake it off.

The man returns to his uncle.

The battle of old vampires is not over yet.

Yes, today, tomorrow, and the day after.

Whatever the Virgin and others say...

- Men don't work.

Never, ever, ever, ever leave the castle.