That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Bal left the capital because he was asked to use it before the building.

The cook in charge said he wanted us to see what happened to the family in his home village.

If this had been far away, she would have asked for another person as well, but she chose Bal because it was a secure area not so far from the Empire City.

He took on the request and came to the village on the condition that he would only pay for the meal for the round trip.

It was just a coincidence that I joined Tanya and the others in the carriage I rode, and they didn't care about him at all.

In a couple of days you'll even forget you were in the same carriage.

That was just fine for Bal.

"Hey, I don't use it. I can't believe you asked me to do that in a good year. Let's just not talk about your big job."

Kyle says all the time.

"I'm embarrassed, but you're right. You got it."

Bal had an affectionate laugh as he put on his head that hadn't thinned yet.

"I do things like small-time because it's the role of the guy who can't let me do the big deal. It's the same thing in the capital and in the village."

Kyle says as impressed.

"Well, you're a people living in the same country. Maybe we'll have a similar idea."

The boy nods so much when Bal says.

He didn't behave like he was making fun of Bal.

A young man who doesn't even make fun of an old man thinks Bal is somewhat surprised because he is so rare.

"So, what's the old man going to do today? You're staying here?

"I'm going to, but I have to do what you asked me to do first. Where's Mr. Inver's house, the beast skinner?

As Bal snapped toward the boy, he turned his eyes round.

"If it's Uncle Inver's house, it's diagonal to my house. I'll show you."

Kyle says so and walks early, Bal follows with a bitter smile.

Inver houses are made of wood, and perhaps the quality itself is much worse than the second-class area of the Imperial City.

But because it's a village, or because it's an artisan's house, the size of the building was much higher here.

"Uncle Inver, it's a customer."

When Kyle calls out loud, around fifty sunburned little but well-skeleton, ill-eyed, grey-haired men come out all the time.

"A customer?

A slightly blue eye was pointed at Bal.

"Are you Mr. Inver? My sister Rita, who married me to an Imperial Restaurant, asked me to do it."

"Oh, is that him?

There is a light of understanding in Inver's eyes that seems to be difficult to hear Bal's words.

"Did you want to know what happened to your family?"

"It means nobody is anything not to send out a letter. Tell that to my sister."

Inver blinks, closing the door tightly.

"... Mr. Inver is like that, so I can't help it."

Kyle, who was watching in silence on the side, told me to scowl.

"You're a young man, but you're a child. Thanks."

"Today's Inn, what do we do?

"I'm fine with the stable, do you have any idea what kind of house you might lend me?

Kyle answers Bal's question instantly.

"I wonder if it's easy at the village chief's place. I'll tell you what's going on. Then they won't say no."

"Thanks for the overlap. I just need to thank you for something."

When Bal begins to explore his nostalgia, the boy laughs with a face he didn't have.

"Fine. I can't even get a thank you from an old man like Bal."

"I wonder if they took one of these."

Bal smiled bitterly.

"Tell me about Empire City instead."

"Oh, that's fine."

He takes on Kyle's boy-like favors.