"Colin, I guess I can't attend the banquet tonight, can I?"
Vera asked as she straightened the collar of the man's clothes.
By now, Colin had already changed into a standard black nobleman's tailcoat. He hugged Vera and gave a light kiss on her soft red lips.
"Yes, right now you are a 'severely injured' person, so you obviously can't attend the banquet."
"Fine." Vera pouted, seemingly a little aggrieved, but she soon asked in confusion, "But I've shown up in front of the Half-Elf nobles many times before, they must know that I'm not severely injured, right?"
"Silly girl, sometimes lying isn't about making others believe."
"Then what is it for?"
"It's to give each other an unspoken way out."
The confusion in Vera's eyes didn't lessen.
Colin smiled and ruffled the young girl's hair: "The Eastern Province knows we're lying, and we know they know we're lying, but as long as Silver Moon City is still in our hands, they have to treat our lie as truth."
