Fate/Remembrance (Dead Apostle OC X Osakabehime)

Side Stories 3 | The Working Vampire

Author's Note: I'll leave it up to your interpretation of when this chapter takes place as well as how much time taken between each event.

XX March 2022

Freud POV

Nothing.

All for nothing.

I have scoured every street, every establishment in search of any occupation that is possible for me, yet none of them accepted my application. Reasons are varied, but I conclude that it was these 3:
- I look too young.
- My appearance is too 'distracting' for some people.
- I have no qualifications to speak of.

For reasons 1 and 2, I can change my appearance freely, but doing so every time I go to do my job is.... cumbersome and unreasonable.

A waste of mana and blood. I will come dangerously close to a ravenous state for doing that.

For reason 3, there is this 'Uneducated' term listed on my 'official' documents.

Landlord-dono's acquaintances can fake my citizen ID, passport, birth document, and so on, yet not my alma-mater. Does the education system have that much authority?

[Should've asked your superior to send you to a terakoya or hanko, you stupid filthy gaijin.]

They were unneeded for my duties at that time.

[Oh, the hypocrisy! When you have the choice, you decline, but when you have none, you fight for it! Doesn't this very act prove that you had privilege?]

Ah, I do miss this banter. Hearing the sounds of long dead fools crying for the greener grass in the mortal realm. Such a shame that you did not recognise the privilege you had for the red spider lilies growing there. Or are you telling me that those brilliant red flowers are not beautiful at all?

[Tch, we'll see who's laughing once this war ends. After all, YOU know that we're not wrong.]

The voice disappears.

Dream and reality, fact and fiction, heaven and earth, fire and ice. There is duality in everything, two sides of the same coin.... Wait, why am I, urgh, get your mind together, Freud!

My priority this time is finding a job. After that, then I can think about other matters.

And so I keep moving forward on my quest.

XX Café

An intense aroma of coffee beans assaulted my nose as I walked inside this particular place. While rumors of a 'certain foreigner trying to look for work' has spread to this area, that was not my intention here.

"One black coffee for take-out, please."

An energizing beverage. Not for me, but for Assassin.

...

"Thanks for waiting! Here's the coffee." The barista says.

"Thanks."

I thought that she was the kind of person that would drink Mountain Dew or G-Fuel for her gaming sessions, but that is not the case, huh?

Expectations are meant to be shattered, especially when you happen to spot your local average doctor sleeping at the outdoor side of the café.

Is that... doctor!? H-How did I miss him?

"Doctor? Why are you sleeping on that table?"

*Zzz* *Zzz* *Zzz*

"Doctor! You are not supposed to sleep here!"

*Zzz* *Zzz* *Zzz*

"Mhm, mhm, more... on that... spot... please, masseuse." The Doctor mumbles.