Her eyes quickly dropped to her lap. She'd guessed correctly it seemed.

Rozalin's hands came together in her lap, nervously clutching the other as she tried to figure out what exactly to say. She was... afraid. Afraid of how he'd react. Afraid he'd leave her.

But he wouldn't do that, would he? It wasn't his style and... he'd promised her. Adell had snapped her out of it, the least she owed him was some sort of explanation, right?

Wringing her hands now, she closed her eyes as she tried to formulate words. "Yesterday... I... I...." she started, trying to figure out how to even start.

Finally, in a quiet, shuddering voice, she forced the words out, "I'm... t-the real... ...Overlord Zenon."