That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Ten elf men and women, dressed in green robes outside the fort, show up the next morning when they finish their meals.

It was a special team to embrace the envoys and had been preached to the imperial side as well.

Meena and Bal used metamorphotic magic without prior circulation, but it is not something that was originally praised as illegal.

If it weren't for them, they would have been severely punished.

Since it is now an exchange between formal states, the necessary mentions were prepared in order to exchange the necessary information properly in advance and to travel in metastatic magic.

It's a hassle, but I don't know what else to do.

When Beate whispered so that the elves picking him up could not hear him, Sidonier, standing next to him, answered with a whisper as well.

"Elves are still generous when it comes to admitting entry with metastatic magic if we're going to use those we've prepared for ourselves. It's more troublesome in other countries."

"Right."

The princess gives up that she has the best say.

So much so that some countries on the continent may prohibit metamagic itself.

Although empires and elves may be more heretical than we can deny the fear that if they are abused by crime...

"You can also see that the empire and elves are overconfident."

and Meena says it ironically.

I don't even feel Beate or Sidonier wondering which side she's on.

Because she thinks she should be hard on everything but Bal.

A group of elves stops about a hundred steps from the fort, and the Beates go out of the fort and face to face.

Beate at the beginning, Sidonier on its right, Meena on the left, the samurai behind them, the escort knights lined up to surround the samurai in a semicircular fashion.

You're the first Princess Beate to see me.

"Yes."

The elves do not give thanks as the humans do, but cut out into a single entry.

I think Beate and Sidonier "look just like Wilhemina".

"On the orders of our chief came up. I am their leader, Farah."

One step ahead and named it was Farrakh, the six flower wheels that used to go hand in hand with Bal.

"This is polite. My name is Beate. Thank you for your help, Lord Farrakha."

Beate smiles more pitifully, offering a simple but ungrateful prayer.

Farrakha then knelt down towards Meena, who stood next to the Crown Princess.

"I pray for your honor and joy, Master Wilhemina."

All human beings in the empire are amazed at this.

Meena herself moves her brow uncomfortably and makes a chilling voice.

"Now I'm just a deputy ambassador to the mission. You fools."

"And I beg your pardon!

The reprimanded elves stood up in a hurry.

I can't fix it. It would be a big mess.

"Now, can you please activate the metastatic magic?

Beate smiles and talks like nothing happened.

A sign of intent that the elves would not have seen the failure.

"I got it."

When the elves answer, they reposition the bears in such a large circle.

"With the help of the Spirit, we will not open the way with the earth..."

The ten elves cast spells at the same time, all wrapped in white light, and the metamorphosis magic was activated.

It was the entrance to the headquarters of Stalk Oldnung, where Bal had previously come, that the Beates moved.

Beates in front of the wooden gates. The imperials looked unusual and observed seriously.

"So this is the land of the elves."

"I wonder where you hit the capital with your words."

Meena returns it against the Crown Princess's crush.

"Oh, I see you do. Whatever it is, Farrakha paired with Elf, Bartolomeus, didn't he? I wanted to see it too."

"Master Bal is no spectacle."

To Beate, who laughs innocently. She stabbed the goose with a bitter face.

"Huh."

The opposing princess perlows her tongue and smiles deceptively.

Around this reaction, Beate is a better category among the royal family.

Because some people react that they don't know what they've been told, or they get better.

"This way."

Pretending not to hear them interact, Farrakh speaks up.