That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Shit, you forgot your lunch"

Bal realizes after a while.

I look at Meena with the face that she's gone, but she's depressed.

"I'm sorry. We don't have anything for today."

"Don't apologize. Because it's my fault I didn't make plans. I'm sorry about this."

He apologizes that he is worse off.

"No, there is no annihilation either!

She hastened to make her voice louder, gathering the gaze of those who were away.

"... shall we stop"

"Yes."

Unwilling to be noticed, they leave the scene in silence and head under the hill.

The wind blows and brings the scent of grasshoppers to them.

It was simple but I could taste the beauty of nature.

"Is Meena still familiar with flowers?

Having trouble with the topic, Bal asks Meena walking next to him on the right.

"... I think it's other elf-like, would you like a description?

She has listened back with interest.

Never before has Bal asked her for information about just flowers.

It was more or less about what would be drugs or poisons, demons that were simulating on plants, or plants that demons preferred.

"I was wondering if I should know your name."

"Yes, sir."

Meena interprets his rare words as probably because he's on a relaxing bone break today.

"That's Dafran, this is Rulesch. Both are flowers in the wild and are generally not grown"

"Is it hard to cultivate?

Bal's reaction was of general scope.

"No, because besides not being usable for edible or medicinal use, it is no match for other ornamental flowers because of its beauty and harmony. There may be people who grow up with a hobby that discourages expenses, but it's not for profit."

"... well I can't help but have flowers like that. Plants don't exist for us."

I heard Meena explain. He says, and she smiles happily.

It is very rare for an elf to say that "plants do not exist for their own sake" has natural values.

She thinks Bal is a very difficult being.

"What about butterflies?

"Sorry, I'm not more familiar with butterflies"

Meena apologizes to Bal for asking.

I don't like insects very much, so I don't know much about them.

Not about pests and insect-shaped demons, but he will be the same.

"Right. Never mind."

After he smiles and tells her, he speaks to a threesome of men and women playing.

"Do you guys know what this bug is?

All of a sudden the children of the human race, spoken to by adults, looked up to Bal as surprised.

A little girl answers the men who see each other's faces like trouble.

"You know, they say Mombacho!

"It is. Thanks."

When Bal thanked her, the girl in pink cheap clothes grinned.

Adults who watched about them in the distance approach them with a somewhat alarming look.

(Oh, I guess I was mistaken as a suspicious person)

He moved away from the children when it was boring to rub them.

After rendezvous with Meena, Bal says in a lower voice.

"Kids are good stuff."

"Right."

Her response was as cool as usual, but with a slight sway.

Bal didn't dare pursue it, though he noticed.

Instead, look up at the sky and check the position of the sun.

"Maybe a little early but why don't we go have lunch"

"Yes, we are here for you"

To Meena's immediate answer he laughed and asked.

"Do you want something to eat?

"... am I going to decide? I'm just offering Bal, so shouldn't Bal make up his mind?

It is a reply like hers once again.

Bal replied as he deepened his grin.

"Sometimes I feel like asking Meena what she wants. It's about using magic, and you can probably get in the store."

He said he could go far to the first area.

Even though Meena is not as good as he is, she doesn't expect to hope because of her qualitative predisposition.

"Okay. If that's the case."

Meena chooses to respect his wishes.