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[He was picking his battles. Exerting energy in lying to conceal his identity as a Prince of the Holy Britannian Empire would be a failed mission. He would not jeopardize his relationship with Euphemia, risking not being able to see her without Nina's eyes burning into the back of his head. No, this tidbit of information he would let slide. Not to worry; he'd find something else to lie about quickly.
He'd have to thank Cornelia for all of this suspicion if she was, in fact, here.
There's a long pause before a reply is texted back with two simple words.]