Kei: No, no… it’s nothing.
Even if it’s Sakuya-san, I don’t she would believe a story like this.
People who take pictures like her, on the whole, probably won’t believe in anything you can’t capture in a picture, right? (Although I suppose there are things like that in spirit photography, or whatever you call it…)
And right now, I don’t want anyone to deny that person’s… Yumei-san’s existence.
I don’t want to think that the person who combed my hair, with such a gentle voice and hands, could be a flight of fancy born of my dreams.
Kei: It’s really nothing.
…Which is why I restore my usual demeanor and flash a smile.
Sakuya: That so?
Kei: Yep, I’m fine. I can eat this meal just fine too, see?
Sakuya: Okay. All is right, then.
Kei: Yep!
Sakuya: …………
Kei: …………
Sakuya: ……That’s right, I just remembered this, but, vampires like to dress in all black clothing, and hate garlic, right?
Kei: Well, according to the movies, I guess so.
Sakuya: Well, that Uzuki, as it turns out, doesn’t eat things like garlic, onions, or leeks, you know.
Kei: ……Huh?
Sakuya: There’s no doubt she’s deeply involved with that incident, so don’t get close to her if you can help it. She’s an oni out to suck your human lifeblood, after all.
Kei: Okay, okay. Just give Uzuki-san a rest, already.