That Ordinary Mister is a War God

The residence of the Elf's chief lies beneath the splendid great tree in the deepest part of "Stalk Oldnung".

The house is not very different from anything else except that it is made of white wood.

A male elf, full of wrinkles on his face, stood at the front door of the house with white hair stretched to his shoulders and a black wand in his right hand.

He was wearing a black loose robe with red jewels shining on his chest.

On his left and right, the young male elves, armed with swords and in black coats, are consolidated.

Vendelhert spoke on his knees towards him.

"Chieftain, we have brought Lady Bartolomeus and Lady Wilhemina"

"Thank you"

The chief answers with a majestic voice before moving his blue eyes to the bal.

"I apologize for calling so suddenly, Lord Bartolomeus"

He apologized in a human-style greeting that his right hand should be placed against his left chest.

Even Bal with the mask on can't see how he cared.

"I don't care"

If he says so, the elder chief will look relieved.

"... were you still alive? Too bad."

Standing next to his left, Meena suddenly rumbled at the chief, but there was warmth in her voice.

"Unfortunately, I'm not going to die for 200 years or so."

The chief laughs and shows off at her.

(... you don't seem unfriendly)

And Bal thinks.

Earlier I suddenly wondered if Meena was in a bad mood because she didn't have a good fold with the chief, but apparently she was different.

"So? What can I do for you, Master Bartolomeus?

The chief tends to hesitate to answer Meena's frank question.

"Well, I was wondering if you could show us your famous strength."

"... you called me for that?

Meena creased between her brows in a grumpy manner.

I have the feeling that today was a relaxing day.

"The power of the defeat of Wilhemina, the most powerful goddess of war among us, we cannot abandon the opportunity to see"

It was serious in its own tone to the chief.

"Besides, in the unlikely event that Invazeon happens, we will also fight hand in hand. I thought you should know more."

"I see. That's convincing."

Meena turns to him as Bal begins to answer.

"Dear Bartolomeus, are you sure?"

"I wouldn't mind a friendly purpose. Even I would like to know the power of the Elves."

Listen to his answer. She pulls back if that's what it is.

"So I'd like to ask you to work with someone who's as strong as Meena's next if possible. Then you can show me what I can do."

To Bal's opinion, the chief shook his head slowly and vertically.

"Accepted. Let's get six wreaths (Zexkrantz) Varaja out of here."

He says so and sees his right neighbor elf.

Apparently he is Varaja.

"Six Flower Wheels (Xecklantz)?

When Bal looks surprised at the first word he hears, Meena opens her mouth.

"It's about six people who have a particularly good fighting power within the Elf Country. They put it on a six-street flower wheel at the top of the world tree."

"... how was Meena?

What he wondered was that she might be qualified, too.

"I was chosen for the first time when I was fifteen, and I was part of it until I left the country"

Meena answers pale.

I didn't even seem to be good at it, but the elves other than the chief were the kind of faces that were unhappy with it.

I guess they consider the Six Flowers Wheel (Xecklantz) an honorable thing.

"Wilhemina was special. He was the youngest and entered the six wheels of flowers in history, and at eighteen he became known as the strongest class in history."

The chief tells me that he seems familiar.

"It was hailed as the return of our great ancestral Duo News."

"It's annoying."

Meena returns a cold word.

"I'm the only one"

"Don't say that."

The chief got a tone that could fool a toddler saying Wagamama.

"You are the only one with the same emerald eyes as Master Duo News in the inheritance. Regardless of what you think, there's no choice but to have someone to expect."

Listen, I think Bal says, "Ah."

Certainly none of the elves I have ever met had emerald eyes.

"Is it the same with elves that they are treated differently than the others, if they even have special powers..."

Bal whispered, but the elves, who have excellent hearing, can hear me just fine.

They were annoyed by the ill-determined.

Apparently, Bal can tell us.

"It's not a very fine creature, such as an elf."

Meena used sarcastic rhetoric.