How Can the Saintess Be a Boy!?

"What is your name?"

"Kefir."

I had thought of using a fake name in case she would find out in the future that I was not a maid but a saint. But it was too honest, and blurted out by accident.

"Well, can you get closer to me, Kerfred?"

"Ok?"

I have n’t responded yet, she has already posted it, and she is next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and saw that she picked up the thing in her hand and raised it to forty-five degrees—

"Let's take a selfie!"

She clicked on it. In the picture, me with long white hair wearing a maid outfit and short black hair was recorded by this thing.

"So clear."

"Well? Your reaction shouldn't be like this, is it too calm?"

She lowered her arm and frowned at me.

It didn't seem to surprise her because I saw this thing that would record images, which made her a little disappointed?

When I met for the first time, I guess I wanted to shock me with something I didn't know?

I smiled and said to her, "Because of similar things I have seen it once before."