"Ever since your near-death experience last year, Lady Villayn Essdottir, you have fascinated the country with your countless innovations. You have wowed the culinary world with your discoveries of soy sauce and curry bread, you have solved the rat infestation plaguing the capital with your sponsorship of the Cat Cafes, and you have taken the literary scene by storm with your controversial hit series, My Second Cousin Could Not Conceivably Be So Endearing. You are hailed as a revolutionary, a visionary... Perhaps the reincarnation of the saintess herself. But I know the truth, Lady Essdottir. I know that these ideas do not truly belong to you, for you see... [I, too, was Japanese in my past life!]"
"Um... Sorry, I was following you up until that last bit, say again?"
"[Drop the act, Villayn! There's no need to hide your true identity from me!]"
"Sorry, I'm genuinely not sure what you're saying. Is that a language from a neighbouring kingdom? I'm not a spy, if that's what you're trying to say."
"[Could it really be...? But how else could she come up with all these ideas? Tch, no point pushing it any further.] My apologies, Lady Essdottir. I must have misunderstood you. With your permission, I shall take my leave. [But this isn't over, not by a long shot. I know you understand me. I will find the truth, one way or another.]"
"(Is she gone? Phew... She was speaking Japanese, right? She must think I'm from there as well. I could tell her the truth, but... I'm from Wisconsin. It's gonna be so awkward if she figures out I'm just a huge weeb...)"