CH 3

Chapter 3: Crossroads

The girl named Stella seems to be in pain. If she is a vampire, this symptom may be caused by a blood-sucking urge due to a lack of nutrition.

Compared to the original vampire, vampire-human halves and quarters have considerably less strength and magic, but they lose weaknesses such as sunlight and crosses (although it is said that many of them are simply not good with sunlight).

The blood-sucking urge is present, but it seems to be tolerable. However, when nutritional deficiency persists, some people suffer from unbearable thirst and attack others impulsively.

So, well, if you want this child to recover, you should give her blood or relieve her nutritional deficiencies.

Luckily, Stella didn’t attack the other children because she didn’t know what she wanted to do or how to make things easier.

I wonder if Iska and the others do not know that Stella has vampire blood in her veins. If they did know, I don’t think they would ask a stranger to help Stella…

Vampire halves and quarters are discriminated against by humans and by vampires alike.

Of course, not everyone discriminates against them…

“Um, how is it? Stella’s illness is… well.”

Iska calls out to me with concern.

“No, these symptoms are not a disease.”

“Eh… but she looks like she’s in such pain…?”

“Oh, this is due to malnutrition.”

“Malnutrition……”

Iska and the others are clearly depressed.

Well, that’s understandable.

They may have thought that I could cure her if she was sick (which I can’t), but when it comes to nutritional deficiencies, there’s not much I can do for them, who probably don’t get enough to eat on a regular basis.

Well, from my point of view, it turned out to be a very simple problem. After all, all I have to do is feed her.

Even though I look like this, I’m making a lot of money, and since I don’t form a party, all the rewards are mine.

I used to be a member of a party, but I left it for various reasons and have been solo ever since.

Yes, it’s just that there’s no one to team up with, right?  I’m not saying that.

It’s not like that at all. (shuddering)

“How do you guys usually eat?”

“Well… sometimes there are soup kitchens run by the church… and sometimes we can buy bread at the market if we sell flowers, and then…well…”

“Uh… sorry, that’s enough.”

I got a general idea.

Perhaps the most luxurious meal is the church’s soup kitchen, but that should be once a week or so.

Well, I said that I would do everything I could. Above all, if I abandon these children here, I will definitely regret it.

Phew…you can be a victim of my self-satisfaction.

“Hey……”

As expected, against Iska and the others who refrained while saying it was no good, I used the weakened Stella as a shield and agreed to take care of these children’s meals for a month.

Kukuku, you must be out of luck to rely on a man like me… their stomachs might not accept something heavy out of the blue, so for today, I’ll get some bread porridge with a small piece of fruit.

When I walked out of the hut where Iska and the others lived to go to the market to buy something, I felt an unpleasant gaze from behind. When I turned around, I saw five very nice-looking thugs standing behind me.

Boomerang? Huh…

One of them, a skinhead man, approached me with a familiar smile and demeanor.

The man suddenly put his hand on my shoulder

“Hey bro, you got eyes on that kid in the shed too?”

I said yes.

then…

“… you’re overly familiar, don’t touch me with your dirty hands.”

Without hesitation, I broke the man’s arm.