The words of Fio—the late Rafla’s daughter made me stunned and blinked.
“—Ahh, Saintess-sama! So you’re here!”
“Shut up, pig.”
“Eh, ah… eh? U-umm, just now…?”
“Fufu, is there something wrong? Do you happen to have an urgent business with me?” I looked back with my usual benevolent smile.
The pig then looked at me with a face like he was convinced that he just misheard something.
“N-no, you seem busy, so I’ll come back later!”
“My, I’m sorry for making you go out of your way to show concern to me.”
“No, please don’t be! Now then, I’m leaving!” Giving a guild-style salute, the pig went back to the wild.
That was dangerous!
I’d lost my composure at the sudden revelation and unintentionally let my real thought slipped out.
That was a serious blunder for a saintess.
I must be more careful from now on.
More importantly, this kid.
I might’ve heard incorrectly, so I had to ask her again for confirmation. “Please forgive me for the commotion. So, did the Agent of Fire God-sama really call himself ‘Exa’?”
“Err, Fio isn’t sure who this Agent person is, but the one who used Mom’s weapon and won the Martial God Festival was no doubt Exa-san.”
“I see…”
Eh, did it mean that idiot Exa was the Agent who had defeated the Spear Saintess?
How could that be possible?
Wasn’t his skill a pathetic skill that only allowed him to take over the damage received by others?
There was no way he could defeat a saintess who possessed a rare skill with that kind of skill.
To begin with, the Agent could transform into a phoenix and was good at fire-attribute Arts, right?
But that guy didn’t even know martial arts, let alone Arts.
They were like two completely different person.
“!” An idea came to my mind.
That’s right— they are different.
Exa I knew was a stupid, incompetent, and dull good-for-nothing.
On the other hand, this Exa was the Agent of Fire God-sama who could defeat even a saintess—a genuine powerhouse.
In other words, yes—this Exa was ‘True Exa’!
……Well, let’s set aside my naming sense for now.
Gosh.
Just how could I mistake someone who had such great accomplishments with that idiot Exa.
There were a lot of people having the same name in this world; it went without saying that they weren’t the same person.
But nevertheless, I may as well ask the characteristic of True Exa while I have the chance.
With that in mind, I asked Fio what he was like.
Then.
“Err, Fio thinks he is about the same age as Saintess-sama. He has black hair and gentle eyes, and he also always put others before himself— he is a very wonderful person.”
“I-is that so…”
E-eh?
Didn’t that sound just like that Idiot Exa… wait, no!?
That’s absolutely impossible!?
He wasn’t some kind of wonderful person at all, in the first place!?
Ahh mou, I don’t know anymore!? I screamed inwardly, holding my head.