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"Ah…" I looked at my maids for a moment and smiled. "You could say I swing both ways... or any."
"I see, noted," he nodded. "That's good, you've got a larger pool of people to choose from if you ever want to build your own family in the very far future, right? Very far, you're still a kid."
"Father, I am already 18…" I sighed.
"I know, but that's just a kid, right?" he said. "At least until you're like… let's see, umm… Ah, a thousand years old, right? Yeah, it seems like a small amount of time, decent, right, maids?"
"Eh?"
"Uuh… yes, sir."
They didn't really go against his words, but I did.
"Dad, that's way too much!" I complained. "Well, whatever. I may not be like you, though, I kind of like a lot of people…"
"Y-You do?" he gasped. "Well! I guess that's alright for someone as strong as you. You do you, as long as none break your heart, and if they do, they will die."
He said that very plainly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world
