That Ordinary Mister is a War God

The topic of the Tea Party begins with the fashion of clothing and enters the balance of power of each aristocratic house, etc.

It was only Empress Beate who spoke, and Yagami Fai and the others were thorough in their role of listening in silence.

"There's nothing you can do about the amount of idiots who care about power."

Eventually, Sidonier startles to share his thoughts.

"Does Sidonier think so, too?

Beate sparkled her eyes at the joy of finding her companion.

"Of course, sir."

Sidonier agrees without one or two.

"No matter which house says which power it has acquired, it is strongly influenced by an individual's abilities and trends of the times, and its descendants should not be proud of it. Let alone mistake it for your own power. You don't have any medicine to put on."

There were a few aristocrats who illusioned the abilities and achievements of individuals who were interested in or enlarged their homes that only those who succeeded were their own.

"It still seems better in the Empire."

Beate sighs.

There are not many aristocrats in the empire who realize they have what they are today thanks to having great ancestors.

"Sounds terrible in the west kingdom."

Sidonier also endorsed it.

The empire's ability to gather information is never high, except with regard to the kingdom of rival existence on the same continent.

Merchants and entertainers who could no longer keep up with the kingdom often flowed into the empire.

"Empire is a good country with so many decent nobles."

and the majority say they spill their thoughts.

On the other hand, there can be no denying the existence of those who are disappointed that "empires are similar".

"There's no such thing as a perfect country."

That's what Bal said and shrugged his shoulder.

"There will be individual differences in the reasons for the ease of living and the circumstances of the difficulty of living."

Sidonier snaps as he drinks tea.

Humans are troublesome.

Meena just said something like that.

"I'd love to hear about the elves."

Beate ate her like that.

"I don't have an in-laws to talk to you"

Meena cuts the Crown Princess's request in one word and throws it away.

An attitude that is likely to make a scene depending on the person or place, but she never cares.

Beate also wants to get along because she's that kind of character, so she sticks with no punishment.

"Don't say that. It's a simple story."

"Say no."

Meena declined the Empress's plea in shorter terms than just now.

Sidonier doesn't try to get a help ship out, just because he looks like he's "the wrong person to ask."

When I say Bal, I go in, divided by what I see.

"Meena. Just a quick one, just give me a little talk"

"... Yes"

Meena, who asked him, replied a lot and asked Beate.

"What kind of story do you want?

"Um, then I'd like to hear about the culture of elves! Actually, I was surprised to hear the meat normally."

Bal, Sidonier and Meena felt that was a surprisingly decent answer, but nobody dares to put it into words.

"The culture of the elves... shall we then talk about what is actually different from the images of the human beings"

"I want to hear it!

And Beate clapped his hand, and cried out, and said unto Zenda, Your Highness, I have done so.

Although the princess tried to decide to ignore it, the samurai turned to her front and cautioned again.

"Oh, I see."

The Freedom Empress also succumbs to the piercing of a fierce warrior as far away as her mother.

(Saw the amazing part)

The first time Bal saw Beate hear someone's attention in a way that breaks from him, he almost accidentally applauded Zenda.

"Ready?

Meena asks the Crown Princess to ignore the air.

"When it comes to what humans might be surprised, it would be making paper and fiber from plants"

"What? Elves do that?

Not only the princess, Sidonier, but also the samurai, who had become the air, looked away.

Bal had exactly the same reaction as them the first time Meena told him.

"Sometimes we make mistakes to preserve the ideal environment. Sometimes we eliminate plants that are likely to be harmful if left alone. It's not that different from the humans in fact. However, it doesn't cut through the forest in terms of material sawdust, and I wonder if we use anything that seems to be available even with the exception."

"That's right..."

"Perhaps that's what you should call an elf."

Beate, Sidonier was greatly impressed.