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

Another 'Seductress' (Extra Chapter)

***Malvette, the capital of the Kingdom of Cherwind, a few weeks ago...***

"Missy, you got another batch of letters from the mailbox."

"Coming!"

The head proprietor of the famous Royal Inn—dubbed as the 'premier hotel in all of Cherwind—never wasted her time going around the hallways of her hotel to reach the ground floor. Coming from the third, topmost level, the dog beastwoman used her quick reflexes to cushion her fall by sliding down the pillars and beams of her place. Her assistant, the manager Madame Bellefort, was already used to her display of athleticism. However, the old lady always reminds Missy that what she just did wasn't 'lady-like'.

"Any case," the Madame Bellefort continued after dressing down the beastwoman. "As I've said before, you got another pile of correspondence."

"Have you read it all, Madame?"

"I checked some of those, yes," the old lady confirmed. "However," she brought out a pair of letters, enclosed in fancy-looking envelopes. "These are personally addressed to you; you should be the one reading these."

Missy's eyes widened in surprise when she saw the seals that secured the envelopes, especially the first one. Both had coats of arms featured prominently on the melted wax, but the first letter had the insignia of the Duchy of Malvette—the fief of His Majesty the King of Cherwind in the human realm. The dog-lady immediately opened it.

"So?" the Madame Bellefort asked after a few moments, curious as to what the Lord Kuro wrote for Missy.

"Hmm...it seems like His Majesty the King is inviting us to come and invest in Cherwoods," the Beastwoman answered, never bothering to take her eyes off the paper.

"Cherwoods? That's the elf lands, right?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it that there's trouble in that realm lately? I read it from the newspapers, as well as heard rumors from the merchant caravans at the town square. They say the border crossings between Cherwoods and the other realms were closed after Her Holiness the Elf Saint disappeared."

"Well, His Majesty did touch on that topic, Madame," Missy pointed out. "And apparently, he already solved that issue. That's why he's inviting us to do business there. The elves need work, and that place might be lucrative for our expansion."

"I see..." the old lady nodded. "If His Majesty the King already gave us his assurance, then by all means, we should go!"

"Indeed!" the beastwoman cheerfully clapped her hands. "I'll make the necessary preparations for our journey ahead."

"Oh, wait, Missy!"

"Madame?"

The old lady pointed to the other letter, "How about that one? That letter is sealed by the coat of arms of the House of Rubinforth."

"Eh? What human noble house is that?"

"That's the insignia of the family of the current Human Saint, Her Holiness the Lady Madelaine Ann Rubinforth."

Upon learning that, Missy tore the letter open. However, instead of the beautiful handwriting typical of human hands, what greeted her was the crude, almost illegible Beastman Latin letters signed by the Beastman Saint herself, the Lady Ruro of the Wolf.

"What's that? Can you read it?" the Madame Bellefort asked. "Is it even a letter? Those characters are just horrible!"

"It's from Her Holiness the Lady Ruro."

The color on the old lady's face nearly disappeared the moment she realized she had just insulted Cherwind's holy lady. She quickly uttered a prayer for forgiveness as Missy tried her best to decipher what the Beastman Saint wrote on the paper.