The Human Saint is Bored, so I was Summoned to Another World

The Great Sneaker of Chersea (Part 2)

I went to the palace's kitchen to help with Her Holiness' lunch. The maids assigned to that section of the household had just finished doing their job and were preparing the fancy designs for the Saint's plate, as well as for her visitors.

"Oh look, there's the lust demon." I heard someone whispered the moment I arrived in the kitchen.

"Err...the Head Maid has ordered me to bring Her Holiness' lunch to the courtyard." I tried to ignore the hostile looks and sharp comments, but the urge to hit their heads was getting strong.

"Well, if you're eager to do our work as always, we'll let you be." It's the head of the kitchen maids; she always had this scowl on her face every time she talked to me, "Just don't touch Her Holiness' utensils, or she might get p-p-p-p-"

"P-?" This maid wasn't making any sense.

"Or she might get sullied." I know she was about to say another word, but whatever; as long as I could understand her, I'll stay silent.

"I'll just get the patrons' portion." I approached the patrons' plates were, but then...

"!!!"

Someone tripped me, and I fell forward and face-down on the food. The maids laughed mockingly.

Or so they think.

"What?" Everyone got dumbfounded when they saw me do the 'Moonwalk'.

Hah! Look at these servants' dumb faces! I bet they didn't even see that coming. Oh, and hey! I guess this could go down in Chersea's history as the first 'Moonwalk' in this world! I could get famous here!

Thank you, Michael Jackson.

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Going from the kitchen to the courtyard was a bit of a long trip. To reach that place, I needed to pass through a winding maze of well-tended shrubs and fountains. Of course, the plants and water itself pose no threat. However...

"..."

I'm getting the feeling that those idiots from the kitchen hid the food cart and were planning to ambush me as I manually carry the patrons' food to the courtyard. I mean, look—or imagine—this setting. This was like Vietnam, where you suddenly hear the trees and shrubs speak Vietnamese for a moment, then a hail of bullets and explosions would follow a second after.

Only this time, I might get a hail of flying leaves and droplets of water. If those fell into the food, it would get contaminated.

But of course, I knew their plans. It's as clear as the day!

And I prepared proper counter-measures.

"!!!"

I cautiously stepped into the warzone. Watching my every move, tracking every moving branch, making sure that it was clear with every turn I made.

Duck for cover, if you must.

Give them hell if you want to survive.

Peel your eyes open, if you want to prevail.

In Vietnam, as I remember from the movies I watched, the enemy was everywhere. And the moment you let your guard down was the moment you die. Of course, a proper Vietnam War theme song should go with it.

"Humhumhumhum...mmm...paint it black..."

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***Meanwhile, in the courtyard***

The Saint had just finished entertaining her visitors and was expecting the lunch to be served. Her patrons had already taken their seats, with some were resting, while others had taken the break to marvel at the opulence of the Holy Palatial Gardens. Some of the kitchen staff had already arrived with some of the food and served the guests.