DxD: I know…I'm not the real one,just a cheap copy. but...I'd win

"I..."

Sanguinius's brain worked at an abnormally fast speed to counter the word and title that could tarnish his reputation in the group chat.

[The Red Empress: I? Aren't you going to own up to your dirty urges, Sanguinius?]

"...I am not that man"

'As Saint Peter said: I do not know that man'

Sanguinius mentally congratulated himself for remembering this passage from the Holy Scriptures.

Thanks to the immense wisdom of his father, he was able to get out of a dangerous situation like Saint Peter that day.

[The Red Empress: What? Are you so desperate that it pushes you to deny your own identity?...]

[The False Light of Baal: he didn't lie, because I'm busy elsewhere...]

[The Red Empress: ...What?!]

[The Guillotine: that's new...]