The Elf Saint is a NEET, so I Forced Her to Work in Another World

Hinwe Tal-Inwir (Part 1)

Hinwe Tal-Inwir, the current Elf Saint, or as she was known by her official title, the Custodian of Cherwoods' Divine Waters. She came from a line of long-lived elves who served as the Elf Saint, with her lifespan made even longer because of her half-divinity. As such, she—along with the Beastman Saint Lady Ruro of the Wolf—saw or interacted the legendary human hero, Cassandra David, when she was still walking over Chersea and the Four Other Realms.

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However, unlike the Beastman Saint—known for her outgoing and nonchalant personality, Lady Hinwe was a polar opposite. She's the type who'd rather stay at the sidelines of a ball or party, instead at the middle of it. Images dedicated to her were forbidden, and no portrait of hers could be seen anywhere, including her own city. Personal visits were not allowed, though it was fine for emergency meetings. But even there, she'd rather send a representative to speak for her, while she listened from behind a spot in the room, hidden from sight by heavy curtains.

Well, it's not like she's keeping up the distance from her worshippers because the elf lady meant it. If one could go past the thick curtains that obscure the Saint during her rare appearances, one would be surprised that the 'Lady Hinwe' who sat and listened from behind the covers was not really the Lady Hinwe entrusted with the god-powers. Those who could remember the Elf Saint's looks from eons ago would immediately say that this was a body double; a guard tasked with her safety.

Yes, she is a fake Lady Hinwe.

Now, one might ask, where was the Lady Hinwe? Somewhere in that huge, hollow tree converted into the Elf Saint's palace, there was a room. Unlike others with heavy, gilded oak doors, this one only had a notable sign that says 'Keep Out' in Elvish tongue.

Though it was an unassuming place, inside was Cherwoods' half-goddess, the real Elf-Saint, Hinwe Tal-Inwir. Nearly all the time she sat—or laid down—on her gilded couch, reading on books, and/or munching on whatever food her closest servants brought to her. Contrary to everyone's expectation of what a saint should look like, Lady Hinwe's clothes were dirty and sloppy, if she decided to wear one at all. Her hair, messy as it was, could be mistaken for a bird's nest, even though her maids took great care of fixing it each time she woke up.

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However, their greatest disappointment with her was her room.

"Your Holiness," a maid exclaimed as she let herself in, "nary two long sleeps have passed, and this place can be mistaken for a pigsty again!"

No answer, as the servant searched the room for her mistress. Though it seemed empty, she knew that the saint was only buried somewhere under those heaps of books, papers, used clothes, and other disgusting things. All that she needed to see was a 'sign of life'.

"Your Holiness, it's time for your breakfast!" the maid used her trump card.

At once, one of the heaps showed some movement. A few minutes later, a hand burst out, and she pulled her mistress from it.

"My goodness Your Holiness!" she muttered while she dusted dirt, and crumbs, from Lady Hinwe's body. "This beautiful skin of yours is always suffering from your disgusting manners! Even though you're pretty, I'd still stay away from you if I'm a man!"

"Ugh..." the Elf Saint never hid her displeasure from the constant nagging of her servant, "just give me my breakfast, Meanor! I'm hungry!"

The maid, Meanor, did not immediately comply. Instead, she grabbed a random cloak lying nearby, and wrapped it on her mistress, before giving her the food.

"Thanks, Meanor!" Lady Hinwe smiled at her, though still half-asleep.

"My pleasure, Your Holiness," the maid curtsied. Although her mistress had a lot of things to improve on herself, Meanor appreciated the little gestures Lady Hinwe showed to her servants, including her.