The Human Saint Is Bored, So I Was Summoned To Another World

Everything that happened began in the midst of darkness.

"..."

The next moment that the Saint named Natasha opened her eyes, this complete and utter darkness was already around her. All that she can remember is, before that, she was just lazing around her room in the tower where she was staying, all giddy to read the latest issue of that ladies' magazine with half-n.a.k.e.d men sporting toned muscles—

"Ahem."

A-anyway, surprised by the sudden turn of events, the Holy Maiden tried her best to feel whether her eyes were open or not. Then once Natasha was convinced that she's fully conscious, she finally understood right at that time that this is one of those events...

She's about to see another glimpse of the future.

Truth be told, Natasha had lost track of the time that she had been a Saint, but still, she's not used to being surprised like this. Based on her own reckoning, if only this world had something close to those things like calendars, she'd bet that it's already thousands of years since the last day of her being human. The companions she went on adventuring from before could either be way too old now, or have gone to the 'other side'.

However, Natasha's human instincts remained with her, and her intuition kept on bugging her that what she's about to witness is something that she dreads...

"..."

A lot of scenarios are playing on her mind right now. She could feel her heart beat faster than it was normally, and cold sweat are forming on her forehead. Questions like, 'Could this be a vision of what is about to happen after I forgot paying that laundry-woman her wage?' or, 'Could someone among the gods saw me buy that l.e.w.d magazine and I'm about to witness how'd they punish me?'.

"..." That last question made her shiver terribly. It isn't rocket science that holy persons don't want l.e.w.d…

Well, it's not like Natasha possesses the ability to control her visions. She may have god-like powers, but the gods didn't give her the right to view the near future whenever she pleases. Those visions would just suddenly come: in the middle of her sleep, while she was eating, or worst, when she's taking a dump.

It's highly annoying, but what can Natasha do?

The darkness was then interrupted by a small, yet intense, white light. Natasha silently watched as it slowly grew bigger.

Alright, here it comes…

Although it was too bright, the Saint never blinked even once. For one, since she anticipated that this would happen, she prepared a pair of sunglasses beforehand. And second is, Natasha wanted to see the whole thing, or she might miss a few small, seemingly insignificant details of this vision that would become a major plot twist later if she closed her eyes.

"..."

The Saint looked around, trying to figure where this place is. For sure this isn't the continent where she was in, the grasses prove that. Her land is miles and miles of sand. And it couldn't be the place where the elves live, since Cherwoods is a continent full of, well, woods.

Obvious, right?

Anyway, if she would base her answer to the current evidences, then Natasha could surmise that she's in Chersea—the human continent.

"!!!"

A few minutes into her vision, the Saint was unnerved to hear a sudden and long blast of a trumpet not too far from where she was standing. Soon, three short but successive trumpet blasts answered the long one.

Natasha froze. She knew what those meant.

"..."

Her eyes went around trying to locate the one who made those sounds. And much to her horror, the Saint saw a fully-armored knight riding a fully-armored horse. His lance was drawn, and a trumpet-horn hung on his neck. Behind him is a mighty host of fully-armed individuals with grim expressions on their faces.

By the looks of it, this army seemed to be marching to war...

"..."

Natasha knew she couldn't waste any time. She needs to warn the Human Saint, or that human from Earth, Kuro, of what's about to transpire.

"Augh, Toph, Ainumir, Sheoth!" she began to utter the words that would make her appear to those people in their dreams, "Gods of the winds, hear my cry—" But just as she was about to finish her spell, the vision was cut-off. Everything fell in darkness once again.

"Oh no you don't! You've been meddling too much so far…"

"!!!"

Natasha stopped in her attempt. Out of that sheer darkness, another voice came out. Though normally, she would be scared by the turn of events, for some odd reason, she was calm. If anything, she knew very well the identity of the owner of that disembodied voice.

"Seirna!"

"Yes I am." the voice answered back.

"Where are you?"

"I'm beside you." the voice explained, "More specifically, I'm right beside your unconscious body in the mortal world."

"…"

"Don't worry so much, Saint of Darkness—though I find it odd that you're uncomfortable with it despite your title, I won't do anything to your body over here. I'm just putting you on hold for a while." Seirna told her, "Having said that, I put a restraining spell on your consciousness so you won't be able to return for a while."

"You!" Natasha couldn't hide the anger in her voice, "Why are you doing this?"

"I know that you saw another vision just now. And I also know that you would meddle once again in the order of things. This is what I strive to prevent."

"You're stopping me in preventing a war from breaking out?"

"No, I am just foiling your own designs for this world."

At that moment, Natasha fell silent. What she just heard hit her terribly hard.

"Don't pretend to be someone else when you're actually the opposite." the voice called Seirna continued, "We Saints have the duty to guide the people of this world to their full potential, not to ruin them."

"I'm not destroying this land!"

"And yet, you indirectly caused a human to be summoned from another world!"

"…"

"And that human is interfering in the natural order of things. What's your plan? Isn't this a way to destroy everything Lord Gaius had done before us?"

"…"

"If you understand, then I implore you to stay put, oh wise Saint of Darkness." Seirna suggested, "Let me correct everything that you've done wrong so far."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm putting this world back on its track. And you won't be let out of your dark prison for a while, not until I made sure that you won't be able to reverse anything that I will do."

Natasha could only gnash her teeth in dismay as she could only think of what might happen to the Human Saint, and to that human from another world, Kuro. Seirna is a Saint that one shouldn't get involved with too much. Realizing the magnitude of danger that's about to befall her friends, she needed to get out of this darkness as soon as possible.

But all those who knew Seirna's could very well say that her 'consciousness prison' is something so formidable that even a powerful individual like her would have a difficulty of breaking…

How will she free herself?

"Oh and, Natasha…"

"!!!"

"These l.e.w.d 'muscle man' magazines you brought with you will be confiscated."

"YOU F.U.C.K.I.N.G DAMNED PRUDE! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THOSE MAGAZINES!"

A huge explosion then followed that tore the top-most part of the tower where Natasha is staying. Those who were able to witness it say that it can be seen, heard and feel its shockwave for several miles.