That Ordinary Mister is a War God

It was Jürgen himself who welcomed Bal and Meena in front of the gate, who came to the Altmaier family as planned.

Bal looks surprised when he sees himself standing in a white shirt with a blue jacket and trousers made from the finest fabric he can pick in Vestharen.

Both he and Meena were shirts and pants made of cheap fabric.

It was only because he knew his master's personality well, but apparently he got behind it.

Before asking what the master intended, Bal first put his right hand against his left chest and finally lowered his head.

"Once again, given the opportunity to worship your honor, the disciple of Wonder cannot forbid joy. Long time no see, Master."

"Oh. Long time no see, Bartolomeus."

Jürgen only answered his prayer unwillingly.

It is appropriate in relation to the master and the disciple.

Although I was unhappy as a meena, there's no way Bal would hit the biggest respectful mentor opponent, just shut up and do the worship.

"Your elf is Wilhemina."

"Yes. My name is Wilhemina. It's an honor to have you worship for the first time, Grossheld Jürgen."

To the way she calls it, Jürgen moves a tingly brown brow.

Grossheld is one of the titles he holds, an honor given to those who have contributed immensely to the empire called the "Hero Title".

By the way, Bal has already been given the same title.

Meena doesn't have it because it's not like anyone gets it if Yagami Fai.

"Non does not like to be called under the title of hero. You haven't heard from Bartolomeus' guy?

"I didn't say anything"

Bal answers, not her, and laughs niggly.

"This guy. It's the same."

Jürgen laughs out loud.

Such interaction was the norm between Bal and Jürgen.

"I was relieved that my master seemed to be no different"

Bal's remarks came out of his heart, but the more he was told, he snorts and sarcastically.

"It could have been a failure not to change. I didn't expect to be pushed to work again this year."

"It's a disaster."

Instead of playing the master, he shows sympathy.

"Absolutely."

Jürgen nods with a straight face.

Meena couldn't keep up with the tempo of their breathtaking conversation.

She herself is satisfied because of that she clearly figured out the relationship between Bal and Jürgen.

"Come on, it's time for you to come in. My nephew Otto said he wanted to entertain you."

Jürgen said unfortunately and responded with the face that Bal had no choice.

"Otto is now the head of the Altmeier family, too. I guess it doesn't work like it used to."

Walk through the gates where armed private soldiers stand and along the paths of the gardens, properly paved with white stones, in the order of Jürgen, Bal and Meena.

Jürgen inadvertently lowers his voice and speaks to Bal.

"I'm more angry with you than I am with you. You're like a loyal dog with a tall elf."

Knowing the wickedness of his master's mouth, he returns a smile without further anger, without hesitation.

"Meena's a good girl."

"You're the only one I know."

Jürgen kicks his follow.

Bal shrugged his shoulders in silence without denying it.

"It just sounds like a no-locket story, you idiot"

"I don't mean to."

to Jürgen's words. He looks in trouble and arms.

Seeing this, Jürgen felt sympathy for Meena for the first time.

There Bal asks his master.

"By the way, Master, you're wearing a somewhat decent outfit today. Were you talking about when you were on active duty about stirring your shoulders if you weren't cheap?

"It's still the same now. I had no choice but to dress like this at my nephew's request."

Jürgen sounded really fed up.

Not being more aristocratic than Weinberger hasn't changed at all.

It was a nostalgic side if you try it bal, but the doubts didn't go away.

"I see, did I? For a moment, I thought I was in the wrong house."

Jürgen responds to his words with irony.

"Unfortunately, it does. You guys get dressed later."

"I knew it wouldn't work"

Bal raised heaven wide.

If you're an Altmeier, he knows you always have clothes to lend in case something happens.

If there is ever going to be a place where we need something like that, even if it's troublesome, he can't crush the face of his master and Otto.

"I have no choice. Shall we be ready, Meena?"

"Yes."

Meena shouldn't be as cramped as Bal, but she responds to discipline.

"That's why the master didn't bring any gifts because he didn't like them."

"It's the right decision."

Jürgen replied with a satisfied face to the confirmation of his apprentice.