That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Bal took Meena to Empress Beate the next day, as promised.

In the magic of Meena, both names moved, so it might be more appropriate to say that Bal was the one who guided them, and she was the one who carried them.

There is the Empress Beate in an area called the "Green Outlying Palace," where she lives here with her mother, the Third Lady, in the maids of honor.

They enter through splendid wooden gates and walk on beautifully paved paths with fine white stones.

"Oh, Bal. Welcome."

When the Empress, turning sixteen this year, realized that Bal had arrived, she sparkled her ruby-like eyes.

Apparently she was just having tea in the garden surrounded by samurai.

She looks younger than her age, waving innocently and being mocked by a samurai.

Only the most princess wears a lovely blue dress made of fine fabric.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Your Highness. This is Meena to the same Ville of Yagami Fai as I am."

Go to the white fashionable table and Bal gives a brief greeting.

She complains disrespectfully about the royal family, but if we don't leave this much behind, Empress Beate spills her dissatisfaction as "tough".

"For the first time, Your Highness, Beate. My name is Meena Ale de Primea to Ville."

I don't know anything. Meena greets me like that, and I'm in a bad mood for her.

However, the Empress also regains her mind in a matter of seconds, considering that her opponent is meeting for the first time.

"Nice to meet you. Beate. I forgot my full name."

Meena was frightened by the princess, who laughed mischievously and made a hell of a statement, and the samurai said "Your Highness".

It was a great disgrace that the royal family could not, of course, say its full name for a person in a noble capacity.

Beate, smiling with no regard for embarrassment, is indeed a girl whose royal common sense does not make sense.

(I think I know why I'm close to Master Bartolomeus)

and Meena didn't put it in her attitude, although she thought it inside out.

Introduction of the samurai is omitted.

Because they are only an accessory to the Empress.

"It's a sudden visit..."

Bal's words are whispered by the Empress along the way.

"Of course, you're welcome!

Beate answers with a smile like a beautiful flower full of flowers.

Bal, who visited the royal family without prior contact, is also likely, but the crown princess was as free as he was.

The samurai have no choice but to respond.

"It's rose tea today. I hope it fits your mouth."

That's what Beate explained.

Enjoy admiring rose petals of different colors, enjoy the fragrance and enjoy a slightly sweet taste.

That's rose tea, she says.

"I made tea in roses, and I was surprised at the first time that it was sweet."

"Me too. They developed roses that fit anything for tea."

Beate answered Bal's words as a dust.

Focusing on the development of preferences would be a testament to the country's richness and peace.

Eventually her ruby-like eyes move to a silent meena.

"What do you say, Meena to Ville? Is there any resistance to rose tea in the elves?

"No. Even we eat plants and enjoy them as tea. The important thing is not to destroy ecosystems or the environment."

The Question of the Empress was close to preconceived notions of elves, and Meena was used to being told.

Beate can flaunt her poor lips as relieved to answer.

"Great. You can't just give me something I don't enjoy."

Then I'm talking about confirming it first before it's brewed, but no one points it out.

A royal family is basically such a creature, and even an innocent and naive Empress Beate was no exception to this point.

It was blue that was sent out to Bal, and red petals that were sent out to Meena.

"Blue is sweeter. How about Bal?

"It's delicious. Thank you."

The princess smiles satisfactorily when he says thank you.

"To Ville. Where's Meena?

"Thank you"

While realizing that the taste perception was also sought, Meena, just to thank you, might also be called Freedom again.

It wasn't strange what she said when she was praised for her disrespect, but the Beate of the day blows out and rushes to hide her mouth.

"You're a nice guy. We're going to get along. Though I don't know any royalty other than myself."

The princess made a conscious statement that she was a minority.

Meena responds with a level of smile that only Bal can understand.

(All freaks)

A certain samurai thought, her head ached.