That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Bal wanted to buy and eat for a long time.

Since Yagami Fai's work is not in it, it is decided that he may rest for a day or so.

Sneaking a pebble-shaped magic fixture for emergency contact into his nostalgia, he fluttered out of the house.

Meena moves by him as if nothing happened.

I checked the perimeter, but no one saw them.

"Know what you're doing."

Meena explains that in a low voice.

"Lai Lai"

Bal saw what she did.

It is ultra-high technology that is not easy even for Yagami Fai to grasp the distance so well that it needs to be transferred by magic.

It means you can't take Meena seriously.

The two dressed in simple disguise by witchcraft stroll through the second-class area of the Imperial City.

I am naturally familiar with Bal, but I don't have a bare impression that even Meena seems uncommon.

"There's nothing particularly bad about Meena."

"Yeah, fish, vegetables, meat, dairy, fruit."

Many imperials would be stunned if they knew the elves were making that statement.

Because when it comes to elves in general, it's an image of only eating vegetables.

Neither Bal nor Meena is willing to correct that.

"Why don't you go to the primary area once in a while?"

"That's unusual."

She glances lightly at his words.

'Cause I got you today.

Bal is not good at witchcraft and is difficult to disguise on his own.

If she's with us, it'll be easy.

"Besides, I don't hate first-class neighborhoods."

"Yes, you did."

He just doesn't feel too keen to do it.

Sometimes I changed my mind.

"That's why I'm asking you"

"Yes, sir."

As per his request, Meena activates the illusion.

The two became young mediocre looking men and women with slightly superior clothing.

"If you want to wander around the primary area, that's about it, right?

"Right. I'd rather be dressed in a clean way."

That's what Bal answers.

It was true that there was a tendency for the clothes you were wearing to be somewhat of an income guide.

They move to an unpopular point in the primary area, from where they walk out with a face that doesn't eat much.

Whereas there are many bones and plain buildings with emphasis on withstanding wind and snow in second-class areas, first-class areas have many buildings with a luxurious appearance.

I can feel the difference in whether or not I can afford to throw the cost into the decoration.

Near the Imperial Palace there was an aristocratic town, between which there was a gate and the town inhabited by the civilians.

Soldiers are taking turns and are closed unless they need something.

Near the gate were the headquarters and luxury residential districts of the big merchants, which played a part in the perception that the richer they could live near the aristocratic neighborhoods.

Bal and Meena came in closer to the second-class area than to such a fancy neighbor.

The dishes served are closer to the aristocratic hobby than the fancy ones, and I don't feel the need to go until they dare to use illusion.

"So you want some pasta and cheese?

"Nice."

The two consulted briefly and chose one store.

This restaurant specializes in cooking with noodles and cheeses called pasta, and is mainly popular with young men and women.

About thirty people could accommodate 80% of the store. It was buried, and five clerks seemed busy moving around.

They are put through to a seat for two on the back that was open.

"Two chicken and cheese pasta, later rosewater and grape wine"

Bal ordered it on behalf of him.

When the clerk leaves with a smile, Meena opens her mouth.

"That's unusual. I can't believe you ordered booze in the daytime."

"Sometimes it'll be good"

Bal laughs a little shy.

I guess it's also the awareness that drinking from day to day is not very good.

"Shall I go out with you, then?"

and Meena says.

It's rarer than him for her to ask for alcohol, but he wasn't surprised.

"Can I withdraw my order now? Wouldn't it be hard?"

"I don't mind. I'll have rosewater too."

Meena smiles and says.

Rosewater was her preference and I was glad Bal remembered.

I'm not the one who puts it directly in her mouth.

When the clerk brings the food, she orders rosewater.

There were five large chickens on top of the noodles and plenty of cheese was sprinkled.

"Yeah. Yummy."

"Right."

Because the two of them are not culinary critics, or their appreciation of the flavor was already simple.

It won't extend to fine cuisine, but Bal thinks this is fine.

The cook's skills and the quality of the ingredients have increased as prices have risen compared to the second-class area.

"This means it's worth the money."

"Right. You should pay off a good cook."

Meena agrees with him, but she doesn't have much heat.

I guess I just understand that I should do that, and I don't have a passion.

I was thankful for Bal because he still hangs out with me.

This is how they enjoyed their meal.