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

Subversion (Part 2)

***New Elebor***

The new recruits of the 'Elvish Expeditionary Forces' were given two days to report back to their recruiting officers so that they could prepare everything for the journey ahead. It was not a secret to the leaders of that force that many of the families of the elves they enlisted were not keen on sending their children to war, having experienced the conflicts of the previous Chersean years before the Saint's Peace. Thus, they were allowed time to fix these issues with their parents and/or guardians.

The duke of Maverny wants no 'loose ends' on the endeavor he and those people he'll bring is about to undertake...

One of those who were 'lucky' to get the blessing of their family was Behrien. As the second child born to his household, he was always considered as a 'spare' to his family's legacy, and was not expected to inherit his parents' properties. Because of this, the young elf yearned for adventure and had lingering desires to prove himself.

"..." Having packed all his necessary belongings, including the weapons he'd use in the upcoming training, Behrien headed for the doorway of his home. His father and mother were at the garden porch, eating breakfast with their other children, including his eldest sister.

"You're heading off to war now?" his father asked with a smile on his face. "Won't you eat your breakfast first before marching?"

Behrien only smiled back and shook his head.

"Ah!" his mother handed him a small box. "Since you can't wait for you own adventure, I packed you some food for the journey. May the saints' blessings be with you! Oh, and don't drink alcohol while you're in battle, alright? You know how we elves are weak to those drinks!"

"You worry too much, mum! I won't do it; rumors have it that the Duke of Maverny won't allow alcohol in the army as well, so it'll be okay."

"Good luck, little bro!" his sister waved at him. "Become a legendary hero like His Grace the Lord Kuro!"

"Yes, of course!" the young elf beat his chest and saluted his sibling and parents. "Once I come back, I'll be so famous you won't recognize me!"

His sister laughed, though Behrien knew it was not to insult him. "Well, you better get going hero!"

Having said their goodbyes and well-wishes, the elf then hit the road to the village center, where most of his fellow recruits were to gather.

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The property that Behrien's family was at the far edges of New Elebor's limits. Because of this, the elf had to walk and pass through some woodlands before reaching the main village itself. Along the road, he would meet some of his fellow recruits going in the same direction...

"Want to hitch a ride, Behrien?" one of them asked him, riding on a farmer's wagon.

Nevertheless, the elf refused. Deep inside, while he was excited to go on an adventure of his own, there was a small lingering feeling of loneliness in his chest. The recruiting officer did say that they would surely be away from Chersea for quite a while, so Behrien knew he would miss the village of his childhood. So, he opted to walk along the road so he could 'imprint' in his mind those sceneries, before heading to war.

Soon, the elf found that he was alone. The elvish farms, with its golden colors mixed with the lush, green woodlands stretched as far as his eyes could see, and for the first time in his life, he noticed the beauty of the place where he grew up.

Is this what the others say that, it is only when one knows he'll be away for long that he'll start to appreciate the things he has taken for granted?