That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Master Bal, go ahead"

Meena takes out a brown hooded robe and puts it on the bal.

She herself uses the powerful perception-inhibitory magic, and she must have comparable strength in order to break it.

He also wears a white mask that uses the same magic.

Similar arts and craftsmanship are possible in Bal's Light Genius, but he was not overconfident of his Genius.

The old man Bal, who is not even just one, is set to relax and walk the streets without knowing anything.

It was Bartolomeus who boasted the strongest Yagami Fai (Leviataine) and was the only one who could defend Meena.

"Where do you get your hands from?

"Do you know where the Firewolves came from in the first place?

"It was with the east of the plain that we were witnessed. You know, because the place was the place, you didn't believe me at first."

Witness travelers said at first they felt sorry for being ridiculed that there was no way Firewolf could suddenly appear in such a place.

Because of many similar testimonies, they ran a crowd, confirmed the facts, and turned to the Adventurer's Guild in Imperial Capital.

"Then we call on other regions to provide information."

"I already did, but I didn't have any dizzying information. You probably can't expect it."

Bal laughs at Meena for coming instantly to answer her own words.

"Right. If we don't have any other sightings, they're likely to have sent us in with metastatic magic."

"But what did the enemy want to do by sending Firewolf to that extent?

He answers Meena's questions.

"One, an experiment in metastatic magic"

"To send more of the stronger demons?

She immediately thought of it, too.

Bal nods and moves his teasing mouth.

"Two: confirmation of the empire's investigative ability, a softly inferior adventurer's temptation."

"I understand your ability to investigate, but is it a compromise? Does it make sense for the enemy to interrupt the low ranks?

Now she can't tell, and Meena puts her neck up.

"At first, anyone is low ranked. If we crush the low ranks, we can destroy all those who may have gained experience and become high ranks in the future."

"... don't you think too much with all due respect?

Having heard Bal's opinion, she was very rarely in tune.

"Honestly, I don't think the enemy is that smart this time"

"I hope so. I'm tired of being smart."

Bal laughs and says so.

"The emperor predicted a second blow would come around here."

Meena opens her mouth in the face of half-heartedness.

"Is that why you think Firewolf is an experiment?

"Right. Well, I'm actually half-hearted about sending stronger demons to the same place with metamagic."

Bal shrugs his shoulders.

He thinks there should be vigilance because he prevented the enemy's pre-emptive attack with one hand outside common sense: Yagami Fai.

"Your Majesty said he thought there would be no more because he did it once..."

"Right. We're not always put in."

The two conversations stopped here because they felt signs of metastatic magic.

"Meena, what's this?

"Looks like the emperor's reading was in the middle of something."

She answers Bal's question briefly.

"As I said before, it's difficult to send a large group of demons with metastatic witchcraft. Maybe that's why you're practicing."

"It's annoying."

Hearing her guess, he looked up.

There is one black-robed man in front of them with about fifty trolls.

The man looks at Bal and Meena for a little while.

"Hey, why is the elf...? Yeah, do it."

The man gives orders to Troll.

"Well normally I guess so. It's rare to say that fifty trolls can be dealt with at the same time."

Bal said as if he were another HR and showed admiration for the speed of the man's judgment.

"Shall I tell you that there are exceptions?"

Meena responds pale to his words.