That Ordinary Mister is a War God

The dishes ordered by Balls are called "meals," a style in which many different dishes are carried on a large black meal at the same time.

Bal chose not to wear a mask whenever the dish was brought in.

Arrange everything from typical dishes such as grilled white fish and roasted hollow bird herbs to rare dishes such as fried vegetables.

The liquor I followed with the dishes is called "Heavenly Tears" and "Hongwu".

Both are luxury items that only a limited number of nobles can drink.

The guests were Bal and Meena, so the store was happy to offer them.

"Are you okay with the fried food?

"Yeah, I'm fine, right?

Meena laughs at Bal's query.

The beauty, who is destroying the stereotype that elves prefer natural foods, flattens out the fried food.

There are only shops that nobles love to use, and the ingredients and cook's arms are top notch.

"If it's just the ingredients, the elves haven't lost, but there's a difference in the cook's arm."

"Yeah. Humans are brilliant on this point."

Meena honors with her cheeks loose.

Eating the "pudding" that came out of the dessert after the meal, tea was served.

At the same time one cook shows up.

"Dear Bartolomeus and Wilhemina, thank you very much for coming today"

This man of the Lion Nation, who turns fifty, was the chef.

"Long time no see, Chef. Today's food was delicious."

That's what Bal says and praises.

"Thank you!

I thanked him out loud and bowed my head.

And when I look up, I ask Meena.

"How about Master Wilhemina?

She responded pale to a serious facial question.

"That's Bal's favorite."

This is one of the finest of her compliments.

The head chef bowed his head with great joy now that he could understand it.

"Thank you. We look forward to using you again."

Bal exhales relieved when the chef drops.

Though I understand his position, I would like him to remain calm.

"Totally Yagami Fai also has shoulders"

Bal spills gently.

This is unusual, but I'm not asking for your consent.

I just want you to listen to me.

Meena, who knows about it, listens in silence as he hopes.

"Well, let's change our mood and have a drink. The Voice of the Land is so delicious."

"Then I'll do it, too."

Meena tried to ask for the same thing as Bal, but he stops.

"If you're Meena, why don't you have" The Ghost Cry "?

"'Ghost Cry'... I only know the name"

She's a little interested.

A "ghost cry" used to be when a cannibal appeared at the foot of a mountain, and one man said he wanted his life to be missed instead of doing booze.

The ghost laughed and drank "if it tasted good" and said it spilled very tasty and inspiring tears.

And he was leaving with the promise that "if you let me drink such delicious liquor, people would never eat it again".

There is anecdote that when a man regularly keeps the liquor at the foot of the mountain, people are no longer eaten in the region again.

Very alcoholic, but it was a reputable liquor as long as it withstood.

"Do you keep it here?"

"Oh. I've been recommended once"

Bal nods, she thinks a little before answering.

"If you and Master Bal drink together"

"Okay. Then I'll have them bring you two."

He made the decision, called for pay and placed the order.

"Ghost Cry" is carried in a black glass bottle.

We poured it into a glass ourselves and tasted it lightly.

"Is this the Ghost Cry?"

"You have a sweet, clear taste, anyway."

and Meena evaluates.

To be honest, it's a subtle place to be asked if a ghost tastes good enough to cry.

"Well, with ghosts and people and elves, taste must fall apart."

It may not be that different from an elf, but it wouldn't be strange to be different from a ghost.

Bal concluded so and tasted the liquor carefully.