That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Meena, master of witchcraft, easily uses metastatic witchcraft.

Thanks to this, Bal also moved in an instant, from the second-class area to Imperial Castle, without the neighbors noticing.

There is a large round table for him to move around and nine black chairs that seem to be superior.

Six of them were already buried.

"Was I the last? You're all early."

When Bal says, one of the shadows answers.

"I live in a second-class neighborhood, and you're the only one who can't use metamagic."

The shadow is forty men with silver hair and a silver beard.

"Are you the same common man?

Though I have not made a fool of myself, it is a short purple-haired man about thirty who made a statement that does not attempt to hide his strange attitude.

"It's a wonderful gesture to keep in touch with the people we need to protect, isn't it?

It was Meena who said.

Unlike when I was bordering Bal, it is an arrogant and chilling voice color.

"I agree."

Voices in favor of her words were heard from the entrance to the room.

He is a man with red hair in his fifties and he has the highest power in this country.

"This is the Emperor, Your Majesty."

The six people sitting in their seats got up and finally lowered their heads.

Bal also stays to thank you.

Meena only gave a brief thank you for the small nod, but no one to blame.

"My empire prides itself on Yagami Fai (Leviataine), who has gathered well"

The emperor speaks slowly when he gets to the chair at the end.

"Today's topic is about demons who have been active at the border lately"

"... does that mean it's bad enough to get out at this gathering?

Forty men with silver hair and a beard asked.

The emperor slowly shakes his head to the side.

"No, it's not. But it could happen in the future."

The Yagami Fai (Levatein), who heard this statement, move their shoulders flaccid except for Meena.

"I was watching things sweetly, but therefore I want to avoid the foolishness that the damage has increased. So while you're at it, I want you to move. Don't know, Claude."

"So all of a sudden you're putting in maximum power?"

Silver-haired man, Claude convinced.

They Yagamihui are the greatest power of the Empire and one of the major reasons why the Empire is said to be the most powerful nation on the continent.

"I hope the mountain beeps and you don't become one mouse"

It was Meena who said the sarcasm.

"Of course, the rest is better. I'd rather have a joke."

Hand controlled Claude, who showed anger against her, the emperor answers calmly.

"We'd be aware of what the rest of them are missing."

That's what a man in his thirties says.

When the air of the field leaned in favor, the emperor slammed on Bal.

"Bartolomeus, what do you think of that?

"Agreed, Your Majesty. I believe that the sprouts of disaster should be picked as soon as possible."

With his agreement, the emperor is only a little relieved.

"Can I go to the Ville, Meena?

"Yes."

Meena answered briefly.

Everyone on this occasion, including her, understands why the Emperor asked Bal first.

"But, Your Majesty, does it all work? I don't think it's a good idea for the Empire to come from."

The emperor became sinister to the inquiry that

"Indeed, there is no denying the possibility that a series of incidents is positive and that fate has become a thinner imperial capital."

"Then shall I remain in the capital?

When Bal offers to do so, the emperor is immediately relieved.

"Right. If even Bartolomeus will stay, don't let the others out in peace."

"Don't take it easy, Bartolomeus"

One of the Yagami Fai said as if he had been stunned, but Meena objected.

"With the help of Master Bartolomeus, we can divide the other seven into investigations. I think it's a great idea."

"Right."

The emperor immediately agreed, thus creating no disturbing air.

"I'd like to borrow a user of metastatic magic, if possible. Just in case."

Affirmation nods to Bal's offer.

"I know. Let's get someone who knows his face."

"Come on, remember about one of the metamagic tricks, you. It's not that hard."

Someone screams, and Meena flirts.

"Everybody's got a problem with that."

The emperor said tiredly and laid down his place.

"I want to decide who goes where"

Plus, the emperor says.

"... and that's it?

Since there was no opposite voice, it would be a decision.

"I want you to bring home as much information as possible. It could be any little thing."

"We don't even know who the enemy is."

Claude gave his consent, but the emperor corrected.

"We don't even know if we have enemies or if they're just natural phenomena. I wish it were the latter."

"Our country is the strongest on the continent. There will be as many people who want to weaken."

The purple-haired man throws up like a jerk.

"Right. Manuel would be right."

Claude agrees softly, and the emperor nods.

"I need you to stay with me."

The word turned, and the gathering was dissolved.

Bal asks Meena to send him home with metastatic magic, as usual.

"Don't ask for information."

"Yes, we will try"

Meena responded forcefully to his question.