Wry and callous grin → unnaturally-excited smile.

I'm... We're, uh, not sure why that change was made. Do I, no wait, we - fuck this is getting annoying - even remember typing that in? Was it my Lilian-side (doubtful but maybe not out of the realm of possibility) or was it my James-side (likely so, he, er... _I _am something of a horndog at times).

Where there was a wry and callous grin - though that seemed to be almost a far-fetched assumption? - there was instead a smile. I glanced at the text box again. A supposedly "unnaturally-excited" smile, but there was nothing off about it to_ _us, me. Perhaps to some people it might be a touch too wide, but I like to think its just fine. The princess and her mother certainly enjoys my smiles anyway, so who-

-am I? We? Us... ?

Our, my bad, my James-self knows that the changes made had consequences - like being betrothed to both the princess and now-queen (my Lilian-self seemed to only remember the former king as a queen, but my James-self knows who they used to be). As far as my Lilian-self knows, she... we... I was only ever a reliable and effective retainer of Armelia, intelligent and dutiful. I... my memories, our identities, fuck they're conflicting - no wait, correction, they're... merging?

Yes, they're merging with reconciliation occurring. To explain what I... yes, I meant, any conflicts between the memories of my identities, and by extension their impact on reality in this world, are being smoothed over slowly. Like how I'm certain I'm now in a relationship with the princess and the queen through some... vague series of events that led to it. This damnable phone is likely still working out the kinks between... timelines, I think would be the right term.

I'm still self-aware enough to know of my James-self is nothing more than a uninvited - if not... begrudgingly, I guess - guest in my Lilian-self's body and mind. At least, I like to think I'm self-aware enough of that. Otherwise, I wouldn't know that I'm not... well, wholly not either James Jordanson or Lilian Paran.

I think, therefore I am. Something that my James-side, by some miracle, remembers. I clearly exist yet I'm unsure of who I truly am, as I answer to both either James or Lilian. Am I the Earthborn man named James with a bit of Lilian, or am I the socially blunt yet hyper-intelligent Armelian noblewoman Lilian Paran with a bit of James?

My reflection stared back at me with only a gentle smile and silence as an answer.

(noblewoman, direct angle, austere blonde hair, stuck-up and arrogant, slender elegant build, unnaturally-excited smile, standing straight, arms crossed, ostentatious and wealthy apparel, posh castle bedroom, mostly gray brick scenery, possessed by viewer)

[AN: Still using civitai.com for this, but I might use Openart.ai for more drastic changes like adding in that damn smartphone. Been actually playing around with the previous image in Openart, since I just made an account there. Fun stuff, especially keeping in mind some of the tips Ai-R shared in the previous chapter. Thanks, chief! Anyway, might make another chapter after this one just so I can finally have our character holding the phone.]