THE HERO'S SON IS A MONSTER-Chapter 78: That woman…

If my memory is correct, we talk about this time as ~THE DEVIL’S HOUR~ or something like that. It seems that all the artifacts that require a dubious ritual to work have a better chance of working at this time. It is also the most convenient time to summon demons, it seems.

Logically, it would not be surprising to meet a demonic creature at this time, like a vampire for example. It would therefore be wise to sleep with a vial of holy water or, you know ...

*gunshot *

... a revolver.

"Aaaaaahhh !!! My ... My glasses !!! What have you done ?! Don’t you know they cost a fortune ?!"

"If they are so expensive, why don’t you stop coming?! Do you enjoy getting shot?!" I said, getting up from my bed.

I pressed the switch to see more clearly this girl with a long black braid who was bleeding on the floor of my room.

The name is Dawn Riftwalker. Sixteen. First-year student at Eve’s Anathema and a bit of a twisted teenage girl. For reasons unknown, a vampire was coming into my room every night and I could do nothing about it.

"Sadness. Fortunately, I have spare glasses," she said, closing her eyes as she removed her glasses, one of whose lenses was broken, before wearing another pair coming from the pocket of her sweater. "Advice. Avoid shooting me so close. If I didn’t make any effort, your bullets would go through my skull and damage a piece of furniture or a wall! Your landlord would be happy! And then, shooting glass so close could hurt you badly too. I care about your health, you know ?!"

"So don’t watch me sleep!!! You are creepy!!! Stop!!!"

"Correction! You were not sleeping, were you? So it is not inappropriate to observe you, is it ?!"

"That’s not the problem!!!"

"Complicated. You are a complicated person."

"Get out of my room!!!"

"Anyway," she said, heading to my library. "What to read? What to read? So many choices."

As you may have noticed, she had such a great regeneration ability that despite the bullet she had taken in the eye a few minutes before, she had no visible injury. On the other hand, she spent her time dirtying my floor. I never thought I would be so used to cleaning blood stains. Contrary to what I was referring to at the beginning, she does not come specifically at the devil’s hour, but rather at 02:51 precisely. I call it "the vampire hour".

"Do you have anything to recommend to me, Miss serial killer?" she asked me, turning to me.

I then threw her a dark look, "Hey."

"Hm?"

"You know I’m innocent, right? I never killed anyone in my life."

She nodded, almost whispering, "Affirmation. Affirmation."

Her way of speaking as well as her apparent disinterest bothered me but I decided to ignore it.

"... So, if you know that, why do you keep coming? I’m not a serial killer so you have no interest in staying here, right?"

She turned to me with an interrogative gaze, "Who said that?"

"Who? Who?! I can’t believe you are asking me this!"

"You shouldn’t yell at this hour?"

"Are you asking me or are you telling me?!!"

"Strange. It is really strange. Why are you so hostile towards me? Aren’t we friends or something?"

"Ha?! Friends?! You forcefully kissed me the first day we met!!!"

"I also got into your house without permission but you don’t seem bothered by that though?"

"You do that every night!!!"

She stopped for a moment as if shocked by something. She then put back the book she was about to take from my library and quickly walked towards me. She then brought her face close to mine and...

"What do you think you are doing?!!" I yelled, pushing her face with violence.

"Kissing you?" she asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Well, it was obvious that she intended to do this, but I couldn’t phantom her motive.

"What... What are you talking about again?!! Taking my first kiss wasn’t enough for you?!! You want the second now?!!"

"Well, I figured that if I also kissed you everyday, you would eventually forgive it. Just like the intrusion thing."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Hm? Did I say something wrong?"

"... Get out. Get out right now."

"So we are back there?"

She leaned back and we stayed silent for a long moment. And then, she threw another bomb.

"Curiosity. Is your first kiss so important?"

"... What?"

"I mean, I heard that human parents tend to kiss their children all the time."

"When we are children! And not every parent does that! Also, why are you talking about humans as if it doesn’t concern you? Weren’t you human at some point?"

She put her hand on her chin, "For me you are like a child!"

"I am not YOUR child!" But it was true she was probably old enough to be my mother or grandmother or something. "Anyway, no parent does it that way! You... You know that it isn’t normal right?!"

"Complicated. You are so complicated."

That conversation wasn’t going anywhere as usual. After a few hours, she would just go away using my bedroom’s window. And then, the next day, she would show up again. Even if I locked my door, she would open it as if it wasn’t closed at all. The part of my budget allotted to bullets went through the roof. Also, my school... didn’t seem to care.

For instance when I tried to call them...

"Hello? Eve’s Anathema here! We are listening! To everything. Everything!"

"Hello? Miss Tru’nembra? It is—"

"First-year student Dawn Riftwalker! What is it? You sound worried. Are you worried? Are you in school? Are you calling me from school? No, you are not! Why aren’t you at school?! Ah yes! School is over for today! Come to school tomorrow!"

"Huh... Yes. Anyway there’s something I would like to ask you. Could you... ask a containment squad to come to my house? Around 2:51 AM, please."

"A containment squad? Is there a dangerous artifact in your house? Does it prevent you from going to school?"

"Huh, no—"

"Then it is fine! Don’t forget to come to school tomorrow! Well then, goodbye—"

"Don’t hang up! A vampire! A vampire is inside my house!"