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

Admission (Part 1)

"Kuro! Wake up, Kuro!"

"!!!" The human opened his eyes, only to find himself surrounded by the blinding whiteness of his surroundings. At once, Kuro knew he was in a dream. A few distances away from him was a familiar figure, donned in his red and silver armor of a Roman legionnaire. The man opposite him had a drawn sword—the gladius—and a smile on his face.

However, the words that came out of his mouth didn't match his face's expression. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Gaius!" Kuro called him. "What do you mean?"

The former god of Chersea chuckled. "Well, you and I know what I mean by those words. You involved yourself too much in the affairs of the elves, when I just told you that we needed the god-power of the Elf Saint."

"Maybe you want to say that 'you' needed it, more than me."

"Do you plan to remain an idiot for the rest of your second life?"

The human was surprised by Gaius' insults.

"I thought we already talked about this, Kuro. You know I desired the god-powers; however, you fucked me back in Cherflammen before you died, so I was reduced to a mere memory of yours. I passed the remaining slivers of my existence on you, so you better try to pay me back."

"Okay, okay, I got you," Kuro replied. "However, Gaius, you saw how bad Cherwoods has become under the Lady Hinwe's rule. Because of some irresponsible acts of a certain person flexing his ability to travel between worlds, the Elf Saint degenerated into an incel who locks herself inside her room, and whose concerns lie only in her collections and laptop."

Gaius cleared his throat. "I just want that elf to be chill and happy."

"You also forgot to provide her a proper Wi-Fi connection before you died," Kuro pointed out. "Reflect on your actions, you evil former god."

"S-Sorry..."

"Well, anyway. You know me; you saw my past. I feel like I should do something."

"Kuro..." the former god heaved a sigh. "Idealism is poison. Your desire to save everyone—even back in your old world—didn't end well for you. Can't you see that?"

"I'm aware," the human nodded. "However, it's already a part of me. My character as a living person."

"Dude, you're not Greg Santos anymore. You're just Kuro now. Your old self died in Cherflammen, still buried under its shifting sands. Why do you keep on going back to that corpse?" Gaius could only shake his head in dismay. "Well, alright. If that's what you want, then who am I to go against you? You are yourself now; I just want you, as someone I respected, to succeed."

"Trust me in this, Gaius," he gave him a thumbs-up. "I may have committed stupid acts, but I won't let your efforts go to waste."

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***The Holy Consulate, Mouth of Calabria Branch, Kingdom of Calabria***

When she opened her eyes, Eris felt like the world crashed on her. Her limbs were lethargic; her body felt heavy. In fact, she repeatedly sat and laid down her bed, as if unsure of getting up. She didn't want to go outside her room, even as when her stomach grumbled for breakfast.

"Shit..." was all the Eris muttered, as she tried to sleep once again by closing her eyes. However, she knew she exhausted all her energies to doze off; her head started aching already.

The Duchess of Braunhauer stared at the door of her room. Around this time, the owl-girl, Salis, would barge in and forcibly wake her. But no, the from her bed she could tell the entire consulate was silent. Only the sounds of the occasional paladin guard patrols would tell her that she was not dreaming.