She is not an investigator.

“...You know I didn’t do this for you, Ash. You should breathe a little easier. This isn’t your fault. I just want you to be able to live a good life.”

"Yes, Ash, your sister, she..."

The cigarette was thrown on the ground, and the man called Ash slowly stubbed it out and picked it up again.

"Mom, Dad, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. You don't need to come see me so often either. I'll be okay on my own."

"Ash..."

"That's fine then."

He turned his head and looked behind him where there was no one, muttering to himself.

"I will find her, I promise."

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Buddies: Chapter Six, Take Off Your Socks!

"Igris! Good afternoon!"

"it is good……"

Igris wasn't doing well because she came to work again, dressed in her nun's habit, listening to boring confessions.

She still couldn't understand why the nun was always so enthusiastic whenever she came. Did she really like the job? Anyway, Igris was already thinking of quitting.

"There will be eggs given away at the church today. Everyone who comes to confess can take some home. Don't forget, Igris."

"Um... Shall I send it... Okay."

Igris looked at the basket of eggs in the confessional and curled her lip in exasperation.

I have no idea who came up with this idea; it's incredibly troublesome.

"Also, the old priest said that if you don't get all the eggs today, you can take them home yourself."

Before leaving, the nun gave Igris a special reminder, though Igris had no idea what it meant.

She doesn't need the eggs, so is she supposed to take them home to hatch chicks?

"Maybe you can try having the Mirror Magic Mask applied."

"The Mirror Demon would be heartbroken if it knew."

Igris was increasingly feeling that the administrator's personality was becoming rather wicked, especially in matters like this, where she seemed to have a perverse sense of humor.

Despite her complaints and reluctance, Igris began her work for the day.

Even though she only needs to work half a day, she still feels very tired.

…………

Today's work was much easier than I expected, because there weren't many people here. It seems that the allure of the eggs wasn't enough to entice everyone to make a special trip.

But that's normal, since in a city like this, eggs are hardly something to be interested in.

"That... Sister Nun?"

"Do you have anything to repent for?"

Igris was probably about to finish get off work when someone suddenly walked in and called her softly.

People who come to repent usually skip the greeting, so the other person is likely visiting for the first time, or simply there to collect eggs.

"I repent... I heard there are eggs to collect here..."

Sure enough, there were children who actually came specifically to get the eggs.

Igris glanced at the girl in front of her. Her dress was beautiful and suited her well, but it looked inexplicably dirty and a bit torn.

She wore a huge hat that almost completely covered her head, and her skin was pale to the point of looking unhealthy.

He looked exactly like a refugee.

Although Igris did sympathize with her, she still had to do her job.

"Confess your sins to the Lord, and you will receive His forgiveness and an egg."

Igris closed her eyes in a pretentious manner and made a gesture of prayer with a devout expression.

The other party seemed to understand something and said with a serious expression.

"I repent! I... um... I shouldn't have stolen the wild boar that someone else was raising..."

"...Wild boar?"

Suddenly, Igris thought of something, frowned sharply, and looked at her legs.

She was wearing black stockings, so it was hard to tell at first glance, but if you looked closely, you could see the bandage marks under the stockings.

She had a leg injury and had stolen a wild boar.

This is practically delivered right to my doorstep!

"The Lord will forgive your sins, but you seem to have a wound on your leg. What is that?"

"Huh? Ah...legs."

She touched her leg somewhat awkwardly and forced a rather unsightly smile.

"I...I accidentally fell..."

"You fell? To be honest, I'm a doctor, so I might be able to take a look at your wound."

Iglesias is certainly not a doctor, but she could be one now.

"No, no need... Thank you for your kindness, may I take the eggs and leave...?"

“Of course not. The Lord cannot stand idly by while his child is injured. Come here and sit down. Let me see your wound.”

Igris was very firm and came up behind the girl, blocking her only escape route.

She must have some problem, and perhaps Igris can take this opportunity to learn more.

"I don't want it anymore, I don't want the eggs anymore, I'm really fine!"

"It's not up to you to decide now. Take off your socks."

"Help! Help me...!"

Igris quickly covered her mouth, listened quietly for a while, and only after confirming that no one had noticed did she lean close to her ear and threaten her menacingly.

"You only have two choices now: either take it off yourself, or I'll strip you naked. The choice is yours."

"Ugh! Ugh..."

The girl tried to struggle, but found that Igris was stronger than she had imagined. Breaking free would be very difficult, and she might even be grabbed again. So she could only nod in humiliation.

Under Igris's threat, she slowly took off her shoes and stockings, exposing her wound completely to the air.

The wound was wrapped with a white strip of cloth, which was clearly not a bandage; it was probably just cut off somewhere. A very conspicuous red ring of blood had seeped out from it.

Without hesitation, Igris grabbed her leg and ripped off the strip of cloth, revealing the wound on it, which was still slowly oozing blood.

This is probably why her face was so pale, because the wound showed no signs of healing at all.

"You mean, this shape of wound is from a fall?"

Igris lifted her leg, calmly scrutinizing the girl in front of her.

She turned her head away and smiled, her face pale.

"How can it not count?"

"This is a gunshot wound."

"Maybe I accidentally got pierced by something when I fell..."

"Aren't you curious why your injury hasn't healed since last night?"

"...!"

Her face turned even paler instantly, and she tried to pull her leg back to escape, but Igris grabbed her ankle.

"Of course, whether you're curious or not, I'm quite curious... are you a vampire?"

"What nonsense are you talking about... How could I possibly be that kind of ugly guy..."

She didn't admit it, and for Igris, her actions were practically the same as admitting it.

“I’m about to get off work, what I mean is… you have two options again.”

A pistol was pressed against her forehead, and Igris's voice slowly drifted over.

"Either come with me, I have something to ask you, or I'll strip you naked and throw you out on the street so the sun, which hasn't completely set, can give you a sunbath. Which do you choose?"

"...I...I'll go with you..."

"A wise choice."

The girl's head was bowed, and she looked as if she were dead.

She probably never expected that she would encounter such a thing just because she came to collect an egg.

If only I had known earlier that vampires could be bullied too...

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Vampires: Chapter Seven, Capture a Vampire and Take Him Home

"Igris! You've had a great day too!"

"Well, I'll take my leave now."

As usual, Igris waved goodbye to the enthusiastic nun and tugged at the limping girl.

"Don't try anything funny."

"My leg is injured! I already agreed to go with you, can't you be a little more understanding of me...?"

She became more and more upset as she spoke, and almost burst into tears while holding a basket of eggs.

She had lived so cautiously for so long; if she hadn't been so hungry she was seeing stars, she wouldn't have taken such a big risk just to collect a few eggs.

Who would have thought that the nun who handed out eggs was the same guy who shot her without warning that night?

Who could have imagined this?

"Woooo..."

"Shut your mouth."