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

Charm Offensive, Part 2 (Extra Chapter)

**Kuro**

"Looks like you got your hands full once again, laddie?" it was the halfling prince, the Prince Giuseppe Uhrian. It was an hour after the long sleep when he showed up in my room at the Saint's Tree.

"Where'd that come from, Your Highness?" I asked as I invited him for coffee and breakfast.

"When I returned from Equality," the dwarf-prince narrated while he took a nearby chair to sit upon. "I noticed the increased security in this place...as well as the weird, but colorful designs being put up on the trees on the roads that led here."

"Oh...those?" I smiled, "The saints of Chersea, Cherwind, the Demon Republic, Cherwoods and even the Lady Seirna are all here."

The Lord Uhrian nearly fell from his chair when he heard me. "H-Huh? The Lady Seirna? You mean the 'Overseer' Saint? The one we fought before back in the Imperial War and the Great Rising of the Undead?"

I just nodded, amused at the half-dwarf's reaction.

"You're really a man worthy of legends, lad," he quipped. "No one has ever ensnared the heart of the famous Lady Seirna."

"I think you're misunderstanding our relationship," I countered. "She hates me, though we've worked together before, too. So, I guess, the hate is still there, though not as strong as before."

"Trust me, lad. A lady won't show herself at her hated enemy's place, unless she wants something from him."

"Like killing me?"

"Possible, but has she attempted it lately?"

"Who knows? But yes, I'm still alive."

"Did she threaten you in any form before?"

"Yes?"

"How about the recent?"

I shook my head.

"She likes you."

"A good joke."

"I've had my share of women, lad. And even though she isn't now, she might be later."

"I do not wish for it."

The dwarf-prince only laughed. Then, when our breakfast came, I brought him back to our intended topic, "Your Highness, what about the rings I ordered? What's up with those?"

"Ah yes, that's the reason I came back so soon, laddie! Thanks for reminding me of that," the Prince Uhrian washed off the food from his mouth with ale, before continuing, "I think it will take a while."

"Eh? Well, not that I mind, but is there any reason there's a delay?"

"My friends in Equality say there's a problem with the guilds there," he replied. "I don't have the exact details, but there's another infighting among the guild leaders. Still, nothing to worry about, lad. It's normal among us, dwarves...my people are always greedy for that extra profit, see?"

That's certainly troublesome, but it's not like I could do something about it. The issue was among the dwarves themselves, so I was out of the equation. However, like those mischievous ladies, I also had a 'charm offensive' of my own.

Nevertheless, if those rings can't make it my time, how can I surprise them?

"Something in your mind, lad?"

"N-Nothing, Your Highness," I tried to smile, though I guess the Prince Uhrian still saw the worry on my face. "Well, if I have to be honest, the saints' plan to celebrate Christmas here coincided with my plans to surprise them with those rings."