He took another deep breath and peek at me for a short period. I was lying on top of the rock; he was soaking his body on the stream. The joyous afternoon is getting aged and old.
“Humans are a prevaricator,” he murmured, “They tell lies for their own sake and interest.”
“What do you mean by that?”
He didn't reply.
“For me, it was fine to tell white lies, but...” he was taken aback, “Delusion is a rare thing.”
“There is one person who stabbed you in your back?” I asked that he didn't respond again, “What I mean is not literal. Are you troubled, bothered, or upset right at this moment?”
He didn't even frighten to give me an answer.
“Prince Asa turned me into a vampire now,” he asked again as he shifted his gaze to my side, “Humans are truly spineless and scary.”
I let an audible and
