That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Bal said with a sigh as he closed the door of his home tree and key it.

"Will you stop waiting in the house to kill the signs, Meena?

When I hear his words, a shadow of human form suddenly emerges in a space of nothing, and then I become the figure of a young woman.

The woman called Meena had emerald-like eyes and long ears in her golden hair, a species called Elves.

Flying beauty also has the effect of making outfits that shouldn't have a hue: blue jackets and trousers look attractive.

"I thought it was better for you, Master Bartolomeus."

"Stop calling me that, Meena to Ville"

She was the one who had spoken politely, but Bal cautioned with a troubled face.

Although Bartolomeus is his real name, I don't really like him.

When I gave her real name just in return, she bowed her head.

"Excuse me"

Bal thinks we should split up and change the story.

"What are you doing here today? You didn't just come to see my face, did you?

No, I don't think so.

He was stunned because Meena responded very seriously and instantly.

I thought she was an elf who didn't come even though she was useless, but was it his discretionary image?

"Besides, you're not very good at cooking, so I thought it was one of the handicrafts, but it seemed too late."

Her emerald eyes capture the paper bag Bal is holding.

"Oh. It's quite delicious, this"

"It's a lot more prudent for you to live like a royal family if you care."

There is no colour of contempt in Meena's tone.

This is one of the reasons I get along well with Bal.

"Would you like some meana, too?

"Let's have it. I brought something with me, too, so it should be just fine."

The white bag Meena took out of her pants pocket contains fresh vegetables and fruit.

I don't care how you look at it, it's not the amount in my pants pocket, but Bal doesn't question it.

Because one of the magic tricks is one that changes mass, and Meena is a famous magician.

"Grilled lamb and onion skewers, vegetables and fruit brought by Meena to the fried potatoes? That's pretty fancy."

"You should be careful about balancing a little more of what you eat."

Meena takes a word of caution against Bal, who seems satisfied.

Bal looked a little troubled.

"There aren't many shops around here that deal in vegetables and fruits."

"Isn't it in the primary area? Why don't you move?

Meena answers in advance.

She could only say it because she knew Bal's real economic power, but he shook his head sideways.

"I prefer living here. I don't want to move if I can."

"... I think you can live your favorite, common life even in the primary area..."

Although Meena crushed it incomprehensible, she doesn't recommend it any more.

It was also comforting for Bal to not step into the murmur.

Meena makes herbal tea when she eats well.

"I like the smell of herbs. It's unique until you get used to it."

"If you like it, it's above all."

After a relaxing time, Bal slumped on the elf in front of him.

"You're not really just here to see my face, are you?

"Yeah, I guess I forgot, but it's a regular meeting tomorrow."

To Meena's words he is hacked.

"Shit."

She looks at him groaning unexpectedly and laughs at him.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Tomorrow morning, thank you again."

"Oh, thank you"

Bal thanked him.

If we emphasize the fact that it is invisible, it is easy to use the help of Meena.

"It's hard for me to travel without anyone being uncomfortable with me."

"That's an unsuitable issue. If you fight, you're number one."

In response to him saying sorry, Meena said a pale whisper.