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

An Ardent Fan of the Elf Saint (Side Chapter)

***The Dupree Palace...***

While the celebrations honoring the Elf Saint's 'return' was over, her adoring fans hadn't forgotten her cosplay performances, and would always send her letters. Every day, the mailman would deliver cartloads of folded papers, most were made of fancy materials and decorated with laces, ribbons and some even had drawings of the characters she cosplayed with it. And every day, the Lady Hinwe would read those letters, keeping those in her cabinet she had made for that very purpose.

"Looks like another letter sending you money?" Kuro asked when she pulled one filled with coins.

"I think it does," the Elf Saint then counted, "these amounted to 50 bronze coins. Isn't that an entire wage of a worker for a day?"

"Yes, it is," the duke answered, quite weirded out by the revelation. "What does the letter say?"

"Dear Your—oh, the 'Your' is written-off here. It's written more like, 'Dear My Holiness'..."

"That's a freaking red flag!"

"..." the saint gave him a blank stare. Kuro gestured for her to go on reading the rest, which the Lady Hinwe did. "In all my life as a blacksmith, I wondered if there will ever come the time when my sufferings will be eased, and my lonely heart will be filled with hope once again. I searched for romance, far and wide. From Chersea to Cherwind, even as far deep as the demon republic. Yet, for some reason, my quest is a failure."

"Wow...that's some hardcore simping."

"Shut up!" the Elf Saint retorted, and a nasty smirk appeared on her lips. "At least, try to understand this person's situation; he's looking for his love. As for you, ladies are throwing themselves and you still got the gall to reject their advances."

That 'slapped' Kuro in the face. He fell silent for a while...

"Anyway, continuing on," she took a deep breath before reading the rest. "I was unhappy. Unfulfilled. Until, I heard of an event called 'Cosplay Festival' at the Holy Palatial Gardens. At first, I didn't want to go, but my friends asked me to come with them. Now I'm glad I did, for I saw a beautiful goddess descend upon my very eyes...I was left speechless for some time. And then, I realized, it was you...My Holiness...that gave me hope that I'll find my true love. Now, I'm sure of it...it is you. Love, Hans the Blacksmith..."

Awkward silence filled the room, as the Lady Hinwe folded the letter once again, and set the money that was sent along with it. Kuro was nodding...though he had no words to say.

"What's with the money?" she finally asked.

"He thinks he can sway your heart with it."

"Now I know why his 'lady' won't answer him yes."

"Well...you'll receive letters even more awkward than that," Kuro chuckled, as he sipped his coffee.

"Please don't jinx me," Her Lazy Holiness replied. Then, she pulled another letter from the fresh pile and opened it. "Dear Lady Hinwe. I'll get straight to the point. I love you. I'm hot and handsome. And I want you as my partner. Written below is my address. Let's have sex—"

"Pfft!" the duke couldn't help but to spit his coffee out.

"W-Well, th-that's a p-pretty direct one..." the Elf Saint's face was red. "I surely didn't expect that."

"Who's the sender?"

"Some guy named Chad. And his address is in the demon republic."

"Figures. Prolly some horny demon guy. And the name really fits the bill."