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

A Maiden's Petition (Part 1)

**Kuro**

The arms production for the 'Elvish Expeditionary Forces' began in earnest once I paid the initial settlements. The Lady Srexe assured me that she would personally watch over the factories, so that the quality won't be compromised because of the urgency of my request. Well, knowing the goblin lady, that takes off my mind in that matter, and I can focus on the more pressing ones...

...like the training of the soldiers.

And, as someone who read lots of historical stuff, I was aware of the risks of 'shortened' training regimens, the impossibility of the logistics surrounding arms manufacturing on a short notice, and even the difficulty of organizing a ragtag band of elvish folk—used to the conveniences of a peaceful world like Chersea—into a competent fighting force. Then, there's also the matter of the information available to me, like the situation in Cherwoods. What were the sentiments of the elvish population there towards the one in-charge, or how severe was the Seductress' influence in that realm?

So far, the spies we sent were trapped in that place, with no way to send precious information on the ground, and some were even captured in the line of their duty.

I have no idea of what happened to them...

"..."

God...thinking of those people I lost stresses me more. I always imagine my hands filled with blood from those who sacrificed their lives for my cause...

But I have to steel myself for the worse. Letting my emotions affect me will only lead to more deaths, so I shouldn't waver now.

Anyway, I had no other option but to rely on the outdated information I gathered from Her Lazy Holiness, the Lady Hinwe, and her maid, the Lady Meanor. I even asked the elders of every elvish village in my realm for maps and any other helpful 'tidbits' of the elvish homeland, like their culture and society in Cherwoods, since nothing was available in the market.

However, the older living generation of elves here in Chersea were mostly the third from the first immigrants. Because of it, memories of their old customs and traditions were already forgotten, or diluted, with the culture of the humans influencing their own society. Asking the Lady Hinwe and her maid about these things was quite useless, since they lived secluded inside the tree palace for so long, they got another culture going there.

Kind of like the politics and society of Imperial China, where palace life is vastly different from the commoners.

Good thing the elder of the village of New Elebor, Lady Manahad, kept one for herself, so I bought it (it's the one I presented in our meeting at the library before). The only problem with her map was that, it was also an old one; the places showed there might or might not exist anymore because of the desertification of Cherwoods. As for the cultural stuff...I guess I'd just cross the bridge when we get there, huh?

Haa...this invasion plan is more complicated than I have envisioned before...

"Hoh, busy with the recruitment, I see?"

"Whoa!"

"Hey!" Just as I inadvertently threw my pen to the air, the elf maid, Meanor, quickly moved in to catch it. Then, she gave it back to me. "What's with you being so jumpy, milord?"

Are the ladies in this place always sneaking around my back nowadays?

The elf maid narrowed her eyes, "I feel you're thinking something bad about me."

"Nothing, haha..." I replied as I thanked her for catching my pen. "Any case, why did you sneak in my study?"

"I did not," she retorted. "I knocked before, see? Never would I dare to be rude to our benefactor, even more so in his own home. However, milord seems so busy, you didn't even notice me get behind you."