That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"So how about an elf dish?

Although Meena told me and Bal caught his eye for a moment, he nodded immediately.

"Fine. I guess you're always making something for me."

I don't understand her care. It's not him.

"Let's have some elf food once in a while. You just don't have to prepare or make an appointment?

"Yeah, if it's a store I know of, you'll be able to entertain me without a problem from now on if you suddenly visit"

Respond to his concerns and say she doesn't need to worry.

But another anxiety brings neck to Bal.

"I want to relax today, so I don't really have much format..."

Having perceived how he had received the word hospitality, Meena corrected it slightly quickly.

"Even when it comes to hospitality, it's the domain of home cooking. 'Cause that's where someone I know does it."

"If it's okay to go suddenly, are you pretty close to Meena? Shall we go then? There's something about the Demon Gate."

Bal is curious to get on board when he hears her say it.

If the demonic doors were to open, the Elves would need their help.

Being acquainted before that is not a bad choice.

(Maybe Meena distracted me)

And he feels.

It's hard to tell, but Meena's better off being cool, and not so polite at first.

Misunderstood within the Empire is the main cause of the difference in values between elves and pedigree races.

She contacts him first on a thought call, gets permission, and then tells him.

"They say it's not a problem. Let's go."

"What? From now on?

That bal also rounded his eyes.

"Can I go all of a sudden? I'm not familiar with cooking, but I'm sure I can source and prepare ingredients."

"Because I don't use any ingredients that need to be purchased on purpose. It would feel like just increasing the amount of ingredients you put in."

To his question Meena answers with a tickle of laughter.

He twisted his neck wondering if it was like that, but he didn't know what the elf dish was like in the first place.

If you say Meena and the elves don't mind, you should obey.

"Okay then. Please."

To Bal's words she nods small and activates metastatic magic.

He used the super advanced technique of transferring himself and someone else at the same time without the chant of a spell, but he was not even surprised now.

The destination is the entrance to the inside of an elf made of flats surrounded by lush tall trees on all sides.

"Stalk Oldnung" was written briefly in Elf on the wooden gate, and two young watchman elves stood on the left and right side of the gate.

With their swords on their hips, they were feeling a metastasis, and they have been exposed to a murderous gaze.

But when I see Meena, I immediately de-alert.

"This goes to Ville, Master Meena. Welcome home."

It was the kind of nagging attitude the servant would take to the royal queen.

"It is a role, a cause. I've been contacted to bring a guest. I'll let you through."

"Ha."

Accepting Meena's dignified attitude naturally, they bow their heads deeply.

"You're both quite a user. After that, are there about three guards on the high ground?"

Whispering through the gate, Bal said, she grinned.

"That's right, Master Bal. You've been spotted."

She never said anything because she didn't think he could deceive him anyway.

It would be inside rather than elf's.

Tight houses made of trees line the left and right so as to sandwich a straight, stretched, flat path.

The elves out there are wearing loose, green-based clothes and I see no difference between men and women.

They all look surprised when they see Bal, and when they see Meena, they turn into something with respect and trust.

Bal also understood well that she was known and respected for her face.

"This is more like a town than a country."

Meena affirms his words.

"Yes, in human terms, it almost hits the capital of the country."

"I see. Really?"

Her explanation was clear and helpful.

"Oh, here it is"

Meena stops in front of a certain private house after a short walk.

"Is this the place?"

Nothing particularly unusual about the other houses.

I meant home-cooked food, but I wonder if it's even a cook.

His doubts are easily dispelled.

When Meena gently knocks on the door, she and a blonde blue-eyed woman her age look on her face.

"Oh, to Ville, Master Meena. Welcome."

She smiles and says, then turns her eyes to Bal.

"This one is more like Bartolomeus, isn't it? Welcome to my home."

She puts her fists together in front of her abundant chest and squeaks.

A salutation from the elf to the man in sight.

The bal extends its right hand straight and raises it a few centimeters up from its face position and lowers it right down.

It is a payback for the elf and the woman is impressed with what he knows.

"It's a brilliant greeting. I'm late for my application. My name is Ella. My mother went to Ville to be a nanny to Lady Meena, and she was close to me."

"Well, I mean, are you a milk sister without a milk brother?"

He turned his eyes round.

There is one in the empire, but it is fresh to know that the elves have the same system.

"Yes, go ahead. Where there's nothing."

Ella recommended it and Bal was surprised again when he went inside.

There was a large brown sofa and a round wooden table on the left hand side just after entering, and the kitchen on the right.

There was a large round window on both sides, left and right, from which light was plugged in.

"The structure will be slightly different from that of a human house, but this one is common in elves."

When Meena explains, she is advised to sit on the couch and relax.

Ella put it on an oak tree tray and brought the cup.

"It's Louis Bostee. Go ahead."

"Thanks"

Bal enjoys the fragrance first, then mouths it.

It had a familiar flavour, but it felt sweet somewhere.

"We can cook now, but please wait a moment. I have a family now."

Ella opens the back door when she says so.

"She has parents, a husband and two children."

To Meena's words Bal understood what it meant to "just increase the amount" and at the same time became sorry.

"Shit. If I'd known, I wouldn't have."

"It's okay."

She denies his concern.

"If they find out later that you didn't bring Master Bal, I will blame Ella and Ella's family a lot"

"Is that the type of elves"

Bal could somehow have predicted, so he decided not to care anymore.

So far the elves have not had a high-pressure attitude towards him.

Perhaps Meena is the reason.

I don't think she's sick where Ella's family blamed her, but I'm going to keep her face up.