“Don’t worry. Saintess Daphne isn’t planning on dying just yet.” With those words, Daphne turned and left, Davey letting out a short sigh as he watched her walk away.0

Eavesdropping from behind a tree, Lucia Shelman, eyes wide open, was left reeling by the shocking revelation of Daphne’s true identity.0

‘What?? What did I just hear?’0

She clamped both hands over her mouth and crouched down, trembling uncontrollably. The truth was far too overwhelming for her to process. It was pure coincidence that she overheard the conversation between Davey and Daphne while hiding behind the tree. She had only gone to the nearby stream to quench her thirst. Then, by chance, she spotted Davey's back and decided to approach—only to hear something she never would have imagined.0

After Daphne and Davey left, Lucia stood there, her hands trembling as she clenched them tightly, her lips barely moving.0

‘No. No way...’0

The confusion was completely understandable, of course. What she had just heard contradicted half of everything she believed. She couldn’t help but think that perhaps such moments were like what people meant when they said they’d wasted half of their lives. 0

Returning with a complicated mix of emotions, she confided the truth to the one person she trusted most—her only partner and dearest friend, Fildyr.0

“Maybe you just dreamed it?” he suggested.0

“Nonsense, it was absolutely real. My heart’s still pounding like crazy.”0

“Come on, think about it. Isn’t it already weird that a saintess who died a thousand years ago is alive? And you’re telling me Davey didn’t notice you eavesdropping nearby?”0

“What?” Lucia’s eyes widened at the question. 0

“You know Davey is like super strong, right? He can detect stealth-type Special Ones like it’s nothing. No matter how you try, there’s still no way he would fail to notice you standing that close.”0

“I-I...0