That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Bal, can you do me a favor?

One day Bal, told by the old lady, immediately guesses.

"Oh. It's cookout day."

Primary and secondary areas of Imperial Capital had facilities to care for unaccompanied children, injuries and sick people, called ambulances.

Twice a month, I do cookouts, and if I'm an old man or a child, I don't have to be an ambulance person to eat them.

It is not uncommon to be asked to help, as the sisters in the ambulance are not enough to do that.

Bal had been there many times to help with both inspections.

"I'm sorry, but please. I figured you'd better have some experience."

"I understand."

Bal headed for a second-degree area ambulance.

It was easier to gather manpower in the primary area, as well as donations from nobles and wealthy people.

It is the second-class area that is often troubled.

The ambulance was on the southern edge of the area, and beyond it were walls and cavaliers' quarters protecting the imperial capital.

Because of that, help from the Knights is not uncommon.

"Ah, Mr. Bal."

It is the twelve-year-old girl who has spoken out in recognition of his appearance.

They are adorable with a blue shirt and a blue skirt that seems to be donated from someone.

"Thanks for everything."

"No, no, I'm free."

Bal answered humbly.

"It's about Mr. Bal who always comes. Later, it's about God of Light who donates."

The girl points her mouth like a shin.

"Did God give you another donation?

Bal looks surprised and asks her.

"Yeah, big pots and clean towels, lots of food. What I actually brought was an elf woman called the goddess of sin."

I don't want him to know his face. He asked Meena to represent him.

"Beautiful, but a little scary, Master Wilhemina"

When she says she's pompous, a boy about ten years old who was listening.

The children are swarming from nowhere and surrounding them.

"Yeah, but Master Wilhemina donated it, too, didn't he? With underwear, blankets and vegetables? Surprised."

The little girl who stopped by joined the conversation.

"Yes, but it feels too pretty and scary"

A twelve-year-old girl answered with a troubled face.

(Meena's guy, you were donating to me)

and Bal rounds his eyes as he listens to the children's conversation.

She didn't say a word about it.

"I wonder if Master Wilhemina is also kind"

When Bal says, the children shake their necks.

"What do you think?

"If Barolo is donating, he said something like that."

The little one says hello.

I still can't say Bal's real name well, but I know exactly what it is.

Apparently, he just found out what he was doing and was willing to lend a hand, not keen on philanthropy.

Although Bal doesn't want to say anything because it's not something to force him to do.

"Thank you, Mr. Bal"

A young Sister who sees him gives thanks.

"What are we making today?

"It's a soup full of donated cereals, bird meat, vegetables and eggs."

"You can't usually eat meat or eggs, so you're looking forward to it."

A thirteen-year-old boy adds a word from beside her.

"Really, the Battle of Light. God doesn't have a head up. Always a lot...... I'd like to thank you someday, but I don't think I can"

It was the old lady at the head of the ambulance who reacted to the words of the young Sister.

"You won't be able to. Little do you know the face of God in the Battle of Light, except His Majesty the Emperor and all the Yagami Fai (Leviataine)? It's a lot of mystery."

"You have a lot of theories because of that, don't you? They call me a young, handsome lord, or actually a woman."

A middle-aged Sister speaks with sparkling eyes.

"Actually, there's even a voice that says you're not the same person as the Emperor."

says the twelve-year-old girl.

(You didn't know that. They say it might be a woman, though I remember hearing it)

Bal feels frightened when he feels one of the rumors walking.

"Thank you again for your grace today, Green Fruit Goddess Grune Vape"

The meal begins after offering a prayer of gratitude to the goddess.

Bal tastes the meal as children and people are eating deliciously.

"So, who's Mr. Bal looking for? I knew it, Mr. Mary?

It was the thirteen-year-old boy who told him to tease.

Mary and I were young and beautiful women among the Sisters.

"Hey, you're rude. To Mr. Bal."

Mary herself panics when she is told.

"No, Mr. Mary would find as many nice men"

Be calmer with Bal.

The boy, uh, tongue-in-cheek and laughed at the attitude that he wasn't dealing with him.