"Aren't you that..."
I think for a moment and snap my fingers. As if doing so will make me remember whatever it is that's plaguing my memory, preventing me from thinking of just who this guy really is.
Oh! Wait! I know now!
It seems the snapping of fingers actually works because I just remembered who this guy looks like.
"Emperor guy from Constanz?" I ask him.
In the background, I can still hear the screams and yells of the red-haired guy still wrapped around Flowey's transparent coils. But I ignored that jerk and focused on the guy before me instead.
Not that I'm awed at the sight of an Emperor before me or anything like that. I actually am just really intrigued about this person who arrogantly made such high and mighty statements in the newspaper.
Maybe it's because I've been expo
