That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Ma'am, we're ready."

One of the deacons comes to the room and speaks to the Albertas.

They turned to Bal and Meena and smiled.

"Thank you for waiting. Looks like you're ready, so please call us back. I'll show you now."

Alberta leads Bal and Zogna leads Meena to another vacant room.

There were clean, seared clothes and two butlers and maids waiting for each other.

I don't even have to confirm that I'm a member to help you change.

Because for the Imperial aristocrats, clothing is what they are allowed to wear.

After changing clothes, face to face with Jürgen who was waiting in the hallway as Bal went outside.

"Master, didn't they go first?

He wondered what the guest of honor of the feast would do now that he was here, but Jürgen would say with a face that didn't eat anything.

"It's an inner circle meeting with only one family."

"With that said, he was like this"

Bal laughs bitterly.

The butler near them remained faceless and waited without saying anything.

I guess they also know Jurgen's character well and give up.

After Bal leaves the hallway for about five minutes, Meena comes out with a beautiful laced green dress.

Her hair was tied up behind her and she had a splendid diamond shining around her neck.

When she sees Bal, she bows her head in a great hurry.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Master Bal"

Around here noticing Jurgen's presence but not giving him a name, I could say that it really sounds like Meena.

"Hey, Meena, you're my master."

Bal cautioned, but Jurgen at the time laughs happily.

"Good. Because rumors are true that the goddess of apostasy only bows her head to Bartolomeus. It is only natural that those who do not even care about His Majesty the Emperor should not think anything of it."

Seeing a master who seemed even happy made Bal want to hold his head.

"That's why I wanted you to be polite."

He did not criticize his disrespect for his master, but turned his attention to him because he knew his master's character.

He explained to Meena that he didn't know what was going on.

"This guy's probably an impolite problematic kid, too. In a way, it could be a good fight with you."

"Get the master. What is the problem, Bartolomeus?"

"Stop biting because you pointed out the facts."

Bal returns with a frightened face to Jürgen, who has been glorified with dissatisfaction.

(This is Master Bartolomeus......?

Meena was looking at Jurgen with a strange look.

The appearance of such a bal is fresh and I am very happy to see it, but I also feel something that is somewhat uninterrupted.

"Don't you both have to go?

Meena didn't put it in her attitude, but broke it into two twists and turns.

The deacons, who had refrained, reassured themselves, and gave them the look of Bal and Jürgen gone for only a moment.

"Let's go, Bartolomeus."

"Yes, Master"

Although they had a deliberate conversation, no one could point it out.

"Here it is"

I think Meena saw something called professional guts in the figure of a deacon speaking out loudly.

If it weren't for this much, there was no such thing as an imperial nobleman's butler.

From the hallway to the banquet venue, they walk plenty more than five minutes.

"You're as big as ever."

Bal says in a low voice.

The voice color had plenty of connectivity.