Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"My true ancestor... please, could you leave me here for a while?

There was a big luggage boy in there.

It's too beautiful.

Blonde with a slight glimmer of moonlight from the window. The red eyes glowed demonically as wet, trembling as long lashes worried.

The luxurious figure reminds me of the glass workmanship. The boy's standing was fragile and delicate that he was likely to break with only a few indiscriminate treatments.

Boy - So, did it fit?

Definitely should be a boy.

But I don't know. The more I saw it, the more obscured my gender became, and the more I put on the shirt that wrapped that thin body, the more the truth awaited that I was actually a woman - the more neutral and seductive I even thought about it.

That he's visiting the men's room now at midnight.

The man was a vampire.

Men are beautiful again, even though they are old enough.

All-you-can-stretch gray hair. Astless mustache floating in the mouth.

Such traits, which end in 'uncleanness' if you are a regular person, are not in any way negative, but rather a factor that bottoms up the decadent hue of men.

Only a black gown wraps his body sitting on the bed.

The glaucoma chest plate is thick and the flesh is found to be forged to flexion.

When the man stood up with Guissili in bed, he turned his red eyes towards the boy he had visited.

He looks down gently and says he stands in front of a visitor with a large package.

"Well, I don't know what's going on.... because my castle basically doesn't refuse visitors."

"Actually..."

I don't know what's going on.

"I haven't had a chance to say this before, but I don't have my room in my house."

He really wants to talk about the situation.

It's called a dragon, a good fairy and a good beautiful boy, I don't know why I want to bump into trouble this way either.

But the man was a gentleman. If you can hit a young man's troubles, you have the measure to take.

"Fine. Drop your stuff and put it on the couch."

With that said, I sit back on the visitors' sofa.

"Excuse me," the beautiful boy said, lowering his large backpack to the floor, sitting face to face with the man.

"True ancestors are transcendent people, so even if you reveal these end-of-life concerns, you may be laughed at..."

If that's what you think, why try to break it down...

Men don't know.

I'm sure you wanted to talk to someone because anyone could.

Then men only listen to their listeners.

"I'm not laughing.... What, troubles are usually the end of the line for someone other than us. But it must be something big for you."

"... thank you. Actually, my house doesn't have my room. So I'm waking up in the same room as my mother."

"Hmm."

"But my sister has a sister's room."

"Hmm."

"... what do you think?

"... um? No, I don't care what you say... Look, if you want to uncover the problem, talk about the core of the problem first. It's a mysterious format that makes the conversation much longer, and I can't grasp the gist forever..."

"Now let me state what I think... I think it's sloppy"

"What is it?

"My sister. Only one person has a room..."

……

The man had unexpectedly tender eyes.

"Mostly, it's where it was originally supposed to be my sister and me. That's when my sister put a ton of baggage in the room and turned the room into a 'nest' and postponed it... until sometime she debuted a novelist, and realized that my sister's room was my sister's study..."

"Uh... I mean, you want your own room?

"True ancestors may not know these end-of-life problems... but I also have one or two possessions that I don't want my parents or my sister to touch."

……

"But my sister and mother are both women, so I can't get them to guess these things..."

"Hmm..."

The man noticed.

- I'm in a relative's uncle position right now.

A man is a vampire.

And the beautiful boy is also a vampire.

Dragons, fairies, vampires - modern times when various such creatures were to have been 'gone from the beginning'. Still, it is this boy who is at the cutting edge of the vampire's lifeblood that has gone on in detail.

I lost my power as a vampire instead of living in the world of men, but I do. Vampire.

In other words, for a boy, a man is like an uncle of a relative connected by the same 'vampire' trait.

No, do you?

Fair enough.

"Then spend some time in our castle until you feel comfortable. What, there's plenty of room. It's just... life can be a little inconvenient."

"Thank you! It is indeed somewhere away from home, but the inconvenience of that much is trivial compared to the joy of getting a room!

"Right."

Dragon guys who get tangled up like they're drunk even though they're not drunk or anything else, fairy guys who only talk about muscles if they open their mouths, mimic guys who don't seem to know what they're talking about all the time, so I figured their opponents would be tough, but the men didn't.

So the castle has more new people.

- I thought so.

"Uncle! Will you excuse me!

Doburn! and the door of the room opens (the pretty boy has the manners to close the door himself that he opened and is great).

It was a beautiful girl who came in.

Decorative outfit, high heeled shoes. An even body. Everything is beautiful - but she was such a woman, subtly one step behind the boy in terms of beauty.

She is

"Sister!? Why are you here!?"

She was the sister of a beautiful boy.

The common name (pen name) is "a dragon descendant and vampire wizard".

She seems to have been running a lot, taking a few deep breaths to get her breathing done before coming into the room.

"If you ran away from home, my demon eyes derived that this is the place to go!

"He told me to stop doing that! It's time to graduate from" Demon Eye "or something!

"Dumb brother! May I? I'm the one who got over it."

"What do you mean?!?"

"It was embarrassing, indeed. It's a knockout. A dragon descendant and vampire wizard...... and two other names. The evil eye, the devil eye, the jewelry eye! Set to have a dark smile if you learn to be angry, and if you're serious about it, one person will be 'me'! I followed many of my fantastic family members and put meaningless hair in the stuffed animal! There was no injury and I wrapped a bandage around it or took words and actions that looked down on others pointlessly. I believed you! My world isn't here, it's a higher world than here, a superior being wrapped up in battle there, lost memories and corrupted!

"Stop it! I'm listening. I'm hurting!

"Yes, I was bored when the Virgin revealed the settings for me to an uncle I didn't know. I seriously contemplated death for a moment. Because it hurt and I was embarrassed!... but you fool. I noticed."

"What is it!

"- Black history, if you put it to work, doesn't hurt"

……

"That's a decision to stay active (...).... She was the one who told me about it."

A dragon descendant and a vampire wizard looks back outside the room.

There, the Virgin reluctantly glanced only at her face.

"Fool, it's not my demonic eye that actually found you, it's the wide cone in the Virgin's waste. I told every house and passers-by what you looked like, and I wandered around... saying, 'My brother ran away because of the rebellion.'"

"Gwwwwwwwww!"

A beautiful boy bickered with his body in his arms.

The dragon's descendant, the wizard of the vampire, shouts.

"I'm not ashamed!

"Are you ashamed of yourself!? Why are you wrapping people around!

"Hey fool. Did you ever think about the Virgin's feelings?

"... the feelings of the Virgin?

"That's right. This girl - even though she doesn't have a dark flame in her heart, everyone calls her the Virgin!

……!?

"Virgin! Virgin! What would you think if you were called 'Virgin' by everyone at school!?"

"... I can't stand it...!

"Would!?"

A rather rude conversation has been exchanged, but the Virgin showed no sign of concern at all, and she could afford to apologize, "Uncle, I'm sorry for the night," etc.

Mental is dull.

"Why isn't the Virgin ashamed to be called the Virgin? Fool, you know what?

"Isn't it because your heart is steel?

"No, I'm not. Because the Virgin is the Virgin."

"... uh"

"Okay? The Virgin is the Virgin. It's not my nickname. The truth, the Virgin. You know what I mean? She's a virgin profession (...)!

……

"Don't be shy when the inn is said to be an inn! Don't let the bakery hurt when they say it's a bakery! You're a Virgin, so it's okay to be called a Virgin!

"... one, that is..."

"Yes! I mean, I was - descended from a dragon and became a vampire wizard, and demonic and evil eyes came out, and dragons and vampires kissed and created a superior world where war was taking place! - In a story I spin myself! So no embarrassment, no pain! 'Cause I'm doing it at work!

……

"Fool... I'm here to say a word to you."

"... what the hell"

"- I'll fund some of the next stamp duty and rent a room."

……!?

"You're going to start living alone. I won't go that far... but that's how my empty room will be yours now."

"... you know, sister..."

"Right? Okay, let's go home, shall we? I'll tell you what's important when I get home."

"Important?

"- You have it too, don't you? The treasure no one wants to see."

……

"Your sister will tell you. I need a stash my mom can't find..."

"Sister......!

"Fool!"

My sister and brother hugged each other beyond separation.

What a beautiful love. Sister brother's love. It's warm, shimmering, and a bit or softly sturdy and supple.

A man knows no love, but because of his age or tears, he sees two people crying and hugging each other at the edge of their eyes.

I was clapping my hands naturally. Excellent. Excellent. After all, Ningen is a good thing.

It's just that, on the other hand, the sober part of my head says this.

It's a good thing my sister and brother got along.

- Do it roughly.