That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Bal was hanging out one day on his way home from work in the second-class area of Imperial City.

There comes a man with a familiar face.

"Hey, Bal. Is dinner coming up?

"Yes, I am."

Bal stopped his leg and observed carefully.

Men are in a good mood and have unfamiliar food in their hands.

"Then you should go to the stall area on Central Avenue. There's a restaurant that serves rare and delicious food."

"Oh, that's exciting. Thanks."

Bal thanked and broke up with the man.

Empire is not surprisingly so when it comes to gathering rare objects.

The Empire stops near where it came in first because of the size of its territory.

And what was accepted there will spread to the Empire City.

(The merchants are a big deal because suddenly they don't come to Empire City and are trying to figure out whether to uke in the province)

And Bal thinks.

It seems that things settled in the province are generally acceptable in the Imperial Capital.

This is the information the prime ministers have, so you'll be able to trust them quite a bit.

When I go to the place I was taught, there are two men with faces that I really don't recognize leaving the stall.

She is about her mid-thirties, shallow face and red hair.

You don't see it in the East of the Continent.

Probably a central or western nation.

"There you are."

A man who sees Bal speaks in a fluent continental common language.

"What are you selling?

"Oh, it's a dish called Tempura. Fried vegetables and fish in oil. Deep-fried food's in Imperial City, right?

It was a tone I was getting used to explaining.

"The only fried food in the capital is croquette."

"Rapidly, the ingredients are just different."

Bal thought it was too appropriate an explanation for anything, however much, but he wouldn't say anything.

If you live in a second-class neighborhood, it's natural to be convinced by the current explanation.

"Oh, yeah. Fried vegetables and fish are new."

"Want to try it?

Men offer fried shrimp.

"Thanks"

I'll try the bal.

"Delicious"

There was an unexpected voice.

"Right? Freshly fried is the best."

Men show white teeth.

Bal thinks there is just something to say in Australian.

"How much?

"I don't need that. If you like it, buy it. Two hundred touras in three."

"... that's cheap. Is the profit all right?

Bal got anxious.

"Nice. You're the first person who's ever worried about my profits. I don't care if you say" Imperial Capital "... I thought you might have thrown it away."

Men show their white teeth again.

"Good things are expensive. Of course not."

The man nodded to Bal's opinion and lowered his voice.

"Just for the record, this isn't that good, so the profits are right. Don't worry."

"Brilliant."

Too honest. Bal can only laugh bitterly at the exposed story.

It is noticed that he had a sweet look at the merchant's merchant soul coming all the way to the Empire.

"Then let's get six. Fish, pumpkin, squid, one at a time. Three shrimps."

"Ooh. Shrimp is the apex of tempura. Brother, you know very well."

That's what they say and give him freshly fried tempura, and Bal pays four hundred touras.

I put it in my mouth in turn.

"Delicious is hot. But it's good when it's hot. This is a challenge."

"Ha."

When the bal is done, the man in the street laughs with pleasure.

Another man offers an item wrapped in paper.

"Try this if you like. It's a treat called Castella. It's delicious."

"Castella? That's a treat you don't know about."

I'll try the bal.

"You're soft and sweet. And delicious."

And I was surprised.

"It's sweet for a common man to eat."

Basically sugar and sweets are luxury preferences.

Not even the Empire is an exception.

"Well, that's seven hundred touras apiece."

"Isn't that cheap?

Even if it's small enough to ride in the palm of your hand, it's worth a thousand and five hundred touras.

"Thanks to advances in manufacturing cost containment mechanisms, we are fully profitable."

"If you're making enough money, don't say anything."

Senbal is not familiar with business.

He takes out his wallet after he finishes eating tempura.

"That was seven hundred touras, wasn't it?

"Let's offer what we just did for free. If you like it, advertise it as having delicious treats."

"Okay. Let me do that."

Bal thinks it's a pretty good way to do things.

Castella is delicious enough to think about promoting it with pleasure.