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

A Matter Concerning Marriage (Part 3)

***The city of Kersea, the capital city of the Empire of Chersea***

Amid the great hall of the Imperial Palace's Golden Throne Room, the Traveler stood before the Emperor, seated on his lofty throne and surrounded by his ministers and aides. The disastrous Battle of Hagena Castle had already reached the monarch's ears, and he didn't like such news.

"I see that your mission against the northern kingdoms failed." the emperor flashed a letter with the Human Saint's seal attached to it, "So, it just confirms the content of this letter; she's summoning me back to the Holy Palatial Gardens to explain myself for the fiasco at Hagena."

"I apologize deeply, Your Imperial Majesty." he replied, with all humility and dignity, "It's been unfortunate, but I admit my incompetency."

"Tell me what happened."

"Because of the unforeseen circumstances, I let myself be blinded by the chance to capture the Iron Princess, Your Imperial Majesty. I willingly threw men and resources to get my hands on her, and as a result, I was outwitted."

"Hmm...can't say you were wrong though." the emperor pondered on the information, "I'd gladly sacrifice an entire legion if that would end up restraining that Nerfes princess. What caused you to fail when you had her by the neck, then?"

"It's the Fist of the North Lands."

"What?" the emperor stood from his seat, "Did I just hear you say that?"

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty." the Traveler explained, keeping his cool even though he's getting drops of cold sweat on his forehead, "I think I may be wrong in my first impression, but the man known as the Fist of the North Lands is someone of formidable mind. He, along with a few of Sekhtem's cavalry militia, repeatedly repelled attempts by your soldiers to overwhelm them, even though we outnumber them, and the Iron Princess is gravely injured."

"That can't be true! For a commoner, the rumors about that boy are surely exaggerated!"

"Your Imperial Majesty, I plead to you we also prioritize capturing or killing this man known as the Fist of the—"

"Didn't you try to kill him before?" the emperor was visibly upset and mad, "What makes you think we can kill him now?"

"Well, we can't. It's because Maddie talked to the High King of the Gods to have that boy resurrected."

"!!!"

The letter from the Human Saint suddenly glowed and then burned suddenly. From the ashes came a form that then coalesced into the speaker herself. Everyone's attention was focused on her and she never stood before the emperor. Instead, she teleported behind him and perched on the backrest of the golden throne.

"It's Her Holiness the Saint of the Flame!" With that cue, all of them quickly prostrated themselves before Seirna, and she only had a sardonic grin on her face for her greeting as she watched them kowtow before her.

"My dear Jean, emperor of Chersea, I don't think you could kill that man known as the Fist of the North Lands. He has the backing of Maddie, the Human Saint, after all. Your agent here, the former Prince Umberto, failed in his work, thus making it harder for you to realize your ambitions to rule this land."

"W-What does th-that mean, Your Holiness? A-Aren't you on our s-side? Why did he fail?"

"Ah-ah! Correction, my dear Jean. YOU are on my side. I would never have helped you gain your throne from your uncle if I would get nothing from you in return." Seirna playfully floated in the air, while she would occasionally shoot out little embers from her fingers, "The more your forces would fail, the stronger your enemies would become. You failed in capturing the Human Saint before. You failed in reining in the Iron Princess. And certainly, you failed in killing off the Fist of the North Lands."