[ queen? what queen? fódlan has only its emperor now. the church may still exist, but... is this some weird trick? of course he knows exactly who she is, and vice versa. what could he gain by pleading ignorance now?

it hasn't quite clicked for her that with his implication he serves her, he thinks of byleth as the queen in this case. give it a second. ]

I know who you are. [ but if he insists on playing this game... she'll lean on the scraps of diplomatic protocol it was insisted she learn for meetings during the war. ] I am General Byleth Eisner of the Imperial Adrestian Army, marshal of the Empire and commander of the Black Eagle Strike Force. I serve Her Imperial Majesty, the Emperor Edelgard.

[ the war may be over, but only barely—a matter of days. none of the apparatus she's been placed in command of has been undone. byleth's jaw sets, as she squarely looks him in the eye. ]

As you know, Cichol.