"How did you know I was here?"
"There were too many clues. Did you even try to hide yourself?"
Working together with others was beneficial. Whenever there was huge trouble, someone would help to take the brunt of it for you—I meant take responsibility.
Actually, Betty—or, more accurately, Beyana—was quite terrible at hiding her true identity.
Forget about the sudden team-up invitation, or the divine favor and Divine Arts that Betty displayed which far surpassed "his" supposed Silver-rank —let's pretend to not see anything about Beyana acting like a cute boy—the most ridiculous part was that Betty's team had been able to easily find me when I had left the Wood Spirits Are So Cute team behind.
All this time, if I didn't want anyone to find me, I would do an excellent job with my anti-detection magic. But even so, Betty just "coincidentally" happened to find me amongst all the undead outside, which could only mean that "he" wasn't simple at all.
