"Y-you are that girl from that time!"
I stared at Aslan in confusion. "Have we met somewhere?"
Aslan gasped in disbelief. "Y-you are not saying you do not remember me, right?"
"I am sorry, but I was pretty bad at memorizing people's names and faces."
"Impossible! Even if you do not recognize me, how could you forget my benevolence? Shouldn't you bow in gratitude to me by now?"
'What in the world is he saying?'
Aslan waited for a bit, but after seconds passed and I did not show the reaction he expected, he snorted in annoyance. "Humph. People these days do not know how to be grateful."
"Ehm, what are you—"
He raised his hand as he cut my words. "Forget it. If you do not remember, then you do not remember. Why make a fuss about it? This young master is not small-hearted, so I will generously let this one go."
Weren't you the one who made a fuss about this first? This brother sure had a peculiar personality.
