At that moment, Aswadguld set down the wineglass in his hand.
He looked at Elysia and replied seriously, "The sun is the sun, and flowers are flowers. Each has its own beauty!"
"That's enough, isn't it?"
"Isn't it foolish to recognize only one of them as beautiful? Yo."
"..."
That was sophistry.
Gender was still very important. Although Elysia liked "beautiful things," she preferred to keep her distance from cross-dressing men.
After all, she might accidentally end up pregnant.
She did not want to get pregnant...
But for a Primogenitor like Aswadguld, who had lived for so long, such things naturally did not matter much to him.
Human morality and bottom lines had long ceased to exist within him. Morality was merely something humans used to restrain themselves.
As for Aswadguld, a vampire who had lived longer than human civilization itself, he cared only about whatever interested him.
These Primogenitors had long stopped caring about what outsiders thought.
After all, other people's opinions were only temporary. Thousands of years later... they would still be alive and well, while not even the ashes of everyone else might remain.
"...Therefore, there is no need for anything unbeautiful within my sight."
Holding the wineglass in both hands, Aswadguld spoke with a serious expression.
But clearly, there was nothing before him that he considered unbeautiful. Elysia, standing before him... was even more perfect. He had no shortage of companions, but none of them had ever been like Elysia!
What was more, she was the first person Giada had taken an interest in over the past ten thousand years, which made her all the more appealing. What belonged to others was always best—especially when that other person was someone with standards as high as Giada's.
"..."
Elysia did not know what Aswadguld was thinking, but