That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Master Bartolomeus is that Master Bartolomeus?

"In person."

Bal calmly answers the fox tribe woman who has asked her to scream.

I think it was because of the great alias God of Light, but I was used to it.

"Deborah, tea, please."

The woman called Deborah finally returns to me when Sidonier asks for it.

"Yes. Right now. Ma'am, ma'am!

And we run down the hallway for a small run.

"... is it always oh?

She nodded shyly as Bal snapped at Sidonier.

"Yeah. It's always busy. She's my mother's childhood friend, and she does it for me."

"Right."

I can feel love for Deborah in her voice at the same time.

"You'd be a little more luxurious if you cared about it. Maybe you don't deserve to tell me."

Sidonier replied as a dust to Bal's remarks as he looked around the room.

"I don't want you alone, Bartolomeus."

"I guess."

He shrugs his shoulders in silence because he expected it.

He comes from a common people, but it would be better for each other not to say the logic that she is supposed to be born of nobility.

The door opened from the back after losing so much that a middle-aged woman in a qualitative blue hemp suit very similar to Sidonier showed up.

"I can't believe the day Sidonier brings you home while I'm alive..."

She is extremely emotional and moisturizing her red eyes.

"Sounds like you're getting a huge misunderstanding. Shouldn't you be correcting that?

Bal happens to whisper to Sidonier.

"It's useless to say anything now. We need to calm down."

That was her answer.

"If you say so, I guess so."

He sighs.

"Welcome aboard, my name is Cindy and I'm Sidonier's mother. You're welcome."

That's what Cindy said and welcomed Bal in and guided him.

It is the dining room that he was put through.

It is not uncommon that there is no such thing as a reception room, unless it is also a noble mansion or a large house in a first-class area.

Deborah brings tea in a white superior cup where Bal sat in the upper seat.

(You use good stuff for cups.)

Though I felt tiny, Bal kept his mouth shut because he had not forgotten his position as an uninvited guest.

Aside from tea, a scone on a silver plate is placed before him.

"Enjoy it if you like. I'm sorry about my handmade."

Cindy surprised Bal by saying so.

(That's really common. I heard that the lower nobles are not very different from the common people)

One of the reasons this mother and child were walking the shaded path is because Cindy's home was a poor baron.

Hachin Fai should be rewarded comparable to the senior aristocrats who rule the rich territory, but they are unwilling to use it for their own luxury.

We can say that Bal and Sidonier are among the like-minded.

It's probably not irrelevant that he was first allowed into the house as a man.

The Sidonier sees why Bal doesn't try to get his hands on tea or scones, and asks his mother and Deborah.

"I'm sorry, would you please exit? Bartolomeus is shy, so it's still solidified."

It would be her naughty mind that he used the rhetoric that had to make him laugh bitterly.

Cindy rounds her eyes and speaks out "well" about how she interpreted her daughter's statement.

"You were. The bugs have to disperse, hey, Deborah?

"May I, ma'am?"

Cindy and Deborah slowly nibble happily, looking at Sidonier and Bal and getting out shitty.

"Young people, take your time"

After they left, Bal sighed and opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry if I said it, but you and your mother don't look very alike."

"Please don't tell me. Because it's the afterlife."

Sidonier bows his head like a rare plea.

"I understand."

Bal tried to stop saying any more.

Where Sidonier unfolds his magic, he takes the mask and carries the scones to his mouth.

"... delicious"

"Thank you. I'll tell my mother later."

She can flatter her mouth with joy.

"... I wonder if you could cook"

"Probably as crowded"

Sidonier answered without much emotion.

I don't think I've ever thought seriously about how much my cooking arm is.

"I'm so proud of the people who can cook."

And when Bal said it was pompous, she looked suspicious.

"Why don't you tell Meena to go to Ville? I'm sure she'd be happy to tell you."

"Hmmm......"

I can see why Sidonier would say that, too, but somehow I don't feel comfortable.

I saw how he was. Though she looked strange, I didn't recommend him overlapping.

It is something else that I have heard.

"Come on, can you get down to business? You weren't here to see my face, were you?

"That's right."

Bal admitted and sipped a cup of tea.