That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"No, it's brilliant, Lord Bartolomeus. It's like Varaha didn't deal with him."

In the words of the chief Meena stands before the two of them and announces the end.

"Let's call it an end."

"What, are we done here?"

"You barely saw what Lord Bartolomeus was doing"

The spectator went out of his way to share his thoughts.

Many say the time of battle is short, and regret that Bal's power was not well understood.

"To Ville. You're just like Meena said. None of them could keep up with Lord Bartolomeus' combat speed. I should have called the other six wreaths."

and the chief regrets.

"I'd like to come back sometimes in the future. If only you would."

That's what Bal said to please him.

"Is that true? Thankful."

He grabs Bal's hand and thanks him many times as he shines his eyes.

"I haven't made a big deal of it yet."

"That's not true," the chief denied when Bal was puzzled.

"We tend to lack the knowledge and experience outside. If you could come to Lord Bartolomeus, you would make up for it somewhat and it would be a good stimulus. Wilhemina rarely comes back."

I saw Meena with the kind of eyes the chief sees a troubled child, but she says it back without getting any worse.

"In human terms, they say, 'No news is good news'."

"This is Meena."

Bal cautions against the use of human customs in strange winds.

"... sorry"

Meena uttered words of apology, although she didn't seem to mean it.

It was the chief who looked at it with a very rare look.

"I had no idea that Wilhemina would take such an honest attitude..."

It was a parent-like mouthpiece that felt the child's growth.

Meena intimidates with her eyes that she doesn't want to say anything extra.

Unlike the majority of the Empire, the chief was so flat as to have been intimidated by her gaze.

I guess the length of the relationship is different.

"There you are. Hopefully they'll take it a little slower."

"No, I'm going to stop it"

Bal declines the chief's offer because of it.

"I'm here today with the intention of taking a relaxing vacation. But it's not that atmosphere anymore."

"Right. It's done bad things."

The chief finally found out why Meena had been turning her anger on herself, bowing her head and apologizing.

"Not that it's a substitute, but I'd like to make this an upfront investment for Elf's relationship with the Empire in the future"

"Of course."

The chief agrees.

I wanted to have a good relationship with the Empire if I could also be an elf.

"Master Bal, how about after this?

"Right. No one, I like a secret place. And if it's a lush green place, you don't have to say it."

When Bal answers Meena's question, she answers instantly.

"There is one good place. This is a place where you can enjoy the blue sky that feels good in the wind, smells good in flowers, and falls out. No animals, though."

"Well, that sounds good."

Bal holds the light of interest in his blue eyes.

"Wilhemina, no way you..."

The chief crushes like he realizes something, but Meena activates the magic by pretending not to hear it.

The place brought in by her was a solid green leaf below in close proximity to the blue sky and the sun.

They are horizontal in shape, which only seem to be wooden foliage, and a short distance from the foot of the bal form a large floral wheel in six colors: red, blue, white, green, yellow and purple.

When the breeze blew, there were six scents of flowers, tickling Bal's nose.

"Maybe this is a world tree?

He pins from where there are six large wreaths.

"Yes, it's the top of the world tree"

Meena replied as a dust.

"No one, I didn't expect to be brought to the top of the world tree by designating a lush place."

Bal laughs that they took one.