William could not maintain his silver hair and nebula-like swirling state forever, with his upper body bare, so there was no need to disguise himself as some so-called queen.
"Um... Hello, City Lord. You may have mistaken me for someone else."
Faced with William's denial of his identity, the silver-haired mouse before him remained unmoved. "I couldn't possibly~ I personally witnessed your death and the moon's fall during the war.
"Afterward, I exhausted everything I had learned in my lifetime, yet I couldn't create even a fingernail-sized moonstone. That convinced me the war had caused the Old World to lose the concept of 'the moon.' Aside from you, no one else could possibly create a new moon.
"Now, I can see a completely different newborn moon within you. It must be connected to you! You must be Queen Phisney's reincarnation."
Oh, come on.
The other party's heartfelt and highly persuasive words instead made William feel a little guilty. The one who had truly brought about the moon's revival was not him, but that man.
Through this conversation, William became even more certain that this City Lord's devotion to the moon was even greater than he had expected.
If Lorien had found this place first, I don't even dare imagine what the scene would have looked like. He might have hugged Lorien's leg and started licking it right away.
Whatever. I'll try making contact first. I can't let such a talent fall into Lorien's hands.
Just as William was thinking about how to establish a normal relationship with the City Lord, another voice sounded in his mind. Such a simple matter, William. Do you really need to think about it?
*Since he mistook you for the queen's reincarnation and is incomparably devout toward you, why not take this opportunity to "educate"