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

The Vigil of the Black God (Part 2)

***Somewhere in Cherwoods...***

When the Black God opened his eyes, the azure skies of Cherflammen—interrupted with occasional passing group of clouds—came into his view.

"..."

He tried to remember what happened, as he slowly felt his body for any injuries. Aside from a few broken ribs and pain on his right shoulder, the Black God concluded he was fine. Getting thrown with such force against the thick walls of the tree palace, and slamming down on the hard forest floor cushioned only by a few shrubberies after flying off to open air wasn't a good experience. It was awful; it felt like his breath was sucked, or punched out of him, and he lost consciousness for a short while.

Well, such is the effect of having forsaken his immortality just so that he can embed himself on the timeline of this world...

"..."

Healing his injuries, the warrior deity tried to make out of his surroundings. The thick forest vegetation told him that he was still in the vicinity near the Saint's Tree palace of Cherwoods. A few distance away from him was his sword, stuck upright on the ground. From his spot, he could hear some sounds of what seemed like a battle, raging from a distance. It was followed by the battle cries of warriors; as he had looped in this timeline for a few times now, the Black God knew exactly what was happening at that moment...

The 'undead' armies of the Seductress are destroying yet another elf city.

"..."

The Black God stuck his hand up in the air, as if tracing from where the wind blew. Then, he looked at a piece of paper he took out from his tunic. According to what was written in there, the invasion of that human, the Lord Kuro of Arles, was still weeks away from taking place. The warrior deity had still enough time to galvanize the elvish communities to support that otherworlder.

"Heh," the Black God couldn't help but smirk. Though he knew the capabilities of the Lord Kuro of Arles, it was still not enough to defeat the Seductress, should she decide to come out of the throne room and deal with his army herself. Their recent fight was proof of his appraisal; Kuro and his army were only walking straight into that creature's death trap, at the current state of things. The last loop had the human lord's army decimated, close to annihilation...

Still, as someone whose goal was to defeat the Seductress, the Black God knew he had to help the otherworlder...or at least, guide him to the 'right' decisions. Either of them could distract or weaken that monster, before the other could—hopefully—deliver the blow to send her back to the dead world of Cherflammen.

After all, Gaius is with that human. That former god knows how to do it as well...having fought against her during his tenure as Chersea's deity.

So, the Black God grabbed his sword, fixed his armor and coat, and prepared to teleport to the elf city he planned to execute his own plans. However...

"!!!"

The warrior deity's attention fell on several individuals who surrounded him while he recovered. He could feel the killing intent from them, but he knew they meant no harm, for as long as he properly identified himself. So, the Black God opted not to draw his sword, even as he was in their weapons' sights.

"I'd lower those bows and arrows if I were you," he told them. "You're pointing it at the wrong person."

"We demand that you remove your hood and mask, and identify yourself!" the leader of the armed group stepped out of his hiding spot, and confronted the warrior deity. "Are you a friend or a foe?"

"Depends on how you'd treat me," the Black God answered, never complying to the demands though he raised his hands to show he's harmless. "But, before you decide whether to shoot me, let me tell you I have the same goals as you, and I know why you're here. Isn't it that you and your elves are escaping from your kin sent by the one who ruled at the Saint's Tree, after trying to kill you, Lord Ingwer of Dorian?"