Chapitre 138: The Vampire Assassin [2]

"...And that's why you never wear jeans to a bar!"

A blue-haired elf in a lavish gray and black suit with a black mask on his face exclaimed as we nodded our heads.

After a few drinks and some pointless small talk to alleviate the awkward silence between Amelia and me, we were approached by Kent.

He stood before us now, regaling us with a story that I didn't care to hear.

"By the way, did I interrupt something?" Kent inquired, casting a knowing glance in my direction.

"No," I dismissed his look, uninterested. "Where are the others from our class?"

It was clear that Amelia wanted to speak with me about something. My suspicion was that she wanted to discuss my lost memories.

I knew that she wasn't stupid. After my reaction that day, she has likely concluded that I have forgotten some fragments of my past. I have lost bits and pieces of my memories.

However, I didn't want to have that conversation with her now.