The Ancient Vampire frowned, confused.
How could anyone yearn for the greatness of Money? On the day Money rules over all, wouldn't the world be very materialistic?
Wouldn't the world become a worse place than it already is?
Isn't that too... mundane a thought?
Too... hypocritical and selfish.
The vampire realized that this man was simply vulgar and materialistic because he was so sure of his answer.
He didn't think about real greatness; he was simply a lover of money.
"You..." He frowned. "You are unworthy of magic," he said.
Louis smiled coldly.
"I'm not here to be worthy of it, but you're not someone worthy of saying that."
"Heh." The vampire sneered and looked at the woman behind him. "What is your desire, little human?"
"…" She remained silent and raised her rifle. She clenched her teeth with determination and fired, aiming at the vampire's head.
"As my friend said, you are not worthy of knowing."
