“I thought there was no one here… I-I’m sorry,” the brown-haired maid said.0

“Benigoa?” I asked.0

“Excuse me?”0

I blurted out my thoughts without realizing it, and I said it in a loud voice. 0

I said her name clearly, but the woman in front of me looked at me with confusion.0

It was a reaction that told me that her name was not Benigoa at all. The tower of books that I had worked hard to organize had fallen down, and she looked like she had no idea what to do. She had the same demeanor as the Benigoa I was familiar with.0

The only difference was her hair color and clothes. 0

Instead of her usual white and gold embroidered outfit, she was wearing a tattered maid outfit. Her shiny and smooth hair had taken on a dull brown color. There were dark spots on her face, and she looked shabby overall. 0

She had light freckles around her nose, and she looked thinner than usual.0

I never really thought that Benigoa had ever acted like a transcendent being ought...0