That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Long time no see, Master Wilhemina. And you are Master Bartolomeus. Nice to meet you."

Ella's family is very warm and the children welcome Bal with such faces as intrigue.

Ella and her husband split up where they were and carry the food.

The menu was pumpkin and green bean soup, onions and carrots, omelettes with peppers, white wheat bread, and black pork steak.

"Oh, pork?

Ella laughs bitterly when Meena moves her brow unexpectedly.

"We know you have Master Wilhemina and Master Bartolomeus, but we can't do anything about it. Whispers, please."

"Don't hesitate"

Ella nods happily if Bal smiles.

Bal must also take a mask when eating food.

A kingdom of elves that basically has no interaction with the Empire, without any particular ingenuity, he just exposes his face.

"... your face is normal."

"Cora! You're being rude!

One of the children gave an honest opinion and his father scolded him.

"Kids are honest creatures, so there's no choice."

Bal laughs and forgives, so he and Ella are frightened.

"Yeah. Delicious. Pumpkins and beans. The vegetables are fresh, and the sweet, melted taste of the eggs is good."

Bal, who has only a mediocre taste, can only say mediocre thoughts.

However, Meena and Ella are satisfied with just eating it looking delicious.

Children sneeze around after meals and adults enjoy herbal tea after meals.

"Doesn't Master Wilhemina show his face to the chief?

Meena answers Ella's husband's question with a snort.

"Necessary. Whatever Bartolomeus says he wants to see you."

I think Bal is complimented when he hears a cold response.

Although the cool answer is Meena's standard, I can understand it to some extent if you get used to it because your emotions are not zero.

Apparently she doesn't want him to meet the chief.

"I won't have to see you. Could you please tell him Bartolomeus said hello? Unless it's against the courtesy of the elves..."

"No problem as an elf courtesy"

Ella gave a heartbreaking look for a moment, although she replied with a smile.

"Then I'll stop it."

Where he says, the door to the house is knocked.

Ella stood up and answered.

"Excuse me. I heard you have Master Bartolomeus in this house."

Meena's brow moves tingly in the man's well-attended voice, and Ella's husband puts his hand on her forehead like "ahhh".

"Apparently, you couldn't ignore Master Bartolomeus' name."

Ella's father says in tannic terms.

"Do you hear my name in the land of elves too?"

When Bal rounds his eyes, Ella's husband laughs bitterly.

"If we beat Master Wilhemina one-on-one, no, but it will reach our ears."

"Exactly."

Bal and Meena turn because the voice of the man who often passes is heard again, this time nearby.

Standing in front of Ella with a troubled face is a man with a cold impression of a blonde blue eye, about thirty years old.

He has a black coat on top of his green clothes and a dagger on his hips.

"That's disrespectful, Vendelhert"

"I'm sorry, Master Wilhemina"

Vendelhert bowed his head to blame for Meena, but there is no denying the impression that she was somewhere.

"Whatever our chief does, we want Bartolomeus to see us through."

It seems to be making Bal listen rather than telling her.

"Okay. I'll see you."

The moment cold killings leaked from Meena's body, he quickly said.

Then ask her.

"If it's enough to piss you off, shouldn't you have mentioned me?

"I have nothing to say to the chief. I just told the immigration officer."

Meena responds slightly to the appearance of bad bumps.

I tried to follow Elf's rules as a girlfriend.

The lightness of the mouth of the immigration officer was miscalculation.

"Looks like Mr. Wilhemina."

Ella looked naughty after saying it with a look she seemed nostalgic.

"But I've never seen you like this before. I know, Master Wilhemina."

"Ella."

She shrugs her shoulders in Meena's chilling words.

It was so compelling that the children who were away were unintentionally stiff.

Bal rises where it's about to get awkward air.

"Was it Lord Vendelhert? Let me show you around."

"Ha."

Vendelhert responded to his words with a flattering attitude.

Apparently, he's going to be polite to him.

He was optimistic that it would be okay.