Minos stroked her thick, cloud-like black hair. It wasn't as glossy as it used to be and had a few split ends. "The Saint Ancestor has lived for tens of thousands of years. He's quite traditional, so it's normal for him to be averse to females of other races. Besides, you have black hair, which is rare. Don't take it to heart."
"What about you? What if I give birth to a child with black hair and black eyes?"
"I'll raise them, too."
"...They're your child! You have to raise them no matter what they look like!"
"I'd love that. I'm looking forward to having a child with the same hair and eye color as you. They would be beautiful."
After the Saint Ancestor left, he returned to the Holy Hall.
The Archbishop was also there. He knelt in greeting. "My Lord."
The Saint Ancestor casually flipped through a roster. "Minos did not choose any of the females I arranged for him."
