"Hmm? Daywalker?"
Count Andrei was a melancholic poet. He found these folklore quite interesting, so he asked:
"Do you mean a vampire who can move freely in the sunlight? That doesn't sound likely, our Sin's Blood determines that we can never be accepted by the sunlight."
"Yes! I know, but the sunlight accepts humans... It's not just a privilege, my brethren."
Murphy sipped from his teacup and glanced at Count Bai of White Mountain.
He drawled,
"What if you possess a vampire's shell, but within it lies a human soul? The sun will scorch your shell, but it will also soothe your soul. I too initially regarded the Daywalker legend as a ridiculous story, you can see it too.
Now, although I still can't step into the sunlight, I can enjoy a night's embrace and still move freely during the day without feeling exhausted.
Even, when I am active during the day, my soul cheers and jumps for joy.
They all say that I am a vampire."
