Ars receives a personal invitation to a party hosted by Couran Salamakhia, the elder of the late governor's two sons. Ars hardly knows what to make of the situation, much less the big ideas Couran is about to share with him.
Sorry, I don't remember you at all!
!آسفة، أنا لا أتذكرك إطلاقًا
Tut mir leid, daran erinnere
ich mich gar nicht.
¡Perdona, no me acuerdo de nada!
¡Perdona, no me acuerdo de nada!
Ah bah pardon,
je m’en souviens pas.
Scusa tanto, non ricordo proprio!
Desculpa, não me lembro de você!
Не серчай, но я тебя вообще не помню.