"You don't look like an ordinary mortal... You have divine power."
The rainforest elves are quite sensitive to divinity, due to their long evolutionary history where the relationship between their race and magic has become fainter, with their racial talent shifting more towards the worship and sensing of deities.
"Yes... In the worlds I traveled before, I encountered some deities. I was once a saint for someone else."
The Bountiful Emissary simply concocted a reason, and the female elf, with a suspicious gaze, did not pursue the matter further, just as mages and dwarfs didn't care about your origin or background as long as your products and venues were genuine.
As for your true identity, it will be those curious and unpolished deities who will take it upon themselves to expose you.
At this moment, the Bountiful Emissary turned to look at Fete.
"Mr. Fete, you've finally arrived."
