That Ordinary Mister is a War God

The next morning, some time after the hen sounds, Kyle comes to the stable with a small bag when the sky is getting brighter.

The boy spoke to Bal as he went out and greeted him with a worrying blue gaze.

"Old man, are you hungry? Are you okay? My dad forgave me to take the rest if I wanted to, so I brought the rest of yesterday."

"Oh, thank you"

Bal does not hesitate to accept the boy's kindness.

It was a piece of vegetable scum and hardened bread because of the leftovers in the countryside, but I'm happy with the kindness.

"I'm sorry to take care of you so much. I wish I could thank you for something."

"You don't have that kaisha on your old man, do you? You don't have to worry about it."

Kyle didn't. Laughs with his face.

Bal laughs bitterly when he is called out as worthless by a child who is over twenty years old and away.

I'm sorry about that.

Regardless of the adult opponent, he decided that if he was a child, he could eat it down somewhat.

"Um, well, uncle, do you know any knights in the Imperial City?

"Well, why not?

Bal rounds his eyes.

The leader of the nine Knights held by the Empire, a general who heads each Knights, occasionally faces each other and eats meals.

"Me, I'm a three boy, I don't have a field to get, and I have to look for another job. Then I'll be a knight or an adventurer."

"I see..."

He understands what Kyle is trying to say.

(That's a common story)

Whatever the house of birth is a majestic farm, there is no job in a normal house that can be given to three men and four men.

I had to look for it myself and do it independently.

Even if he was kind to Bal in anticipation of that slight take-out, it is a natural sacrifice.

Most of all, it doesn't look like the boy in front of me can do that kind of calculation.

"So can I show you where we're dealing with weapons for a second?

Kyle makes sure Bal asks.

"Fine, old man, you know what I mean?

It's only natural that the boy thought he could understand the cleverness of handling weapons to just an old man who doesn't even.

"No, because I can't introduce you to someone I know and I don't even know what you're good at. If you knew, would you look at it for a second? I think you could say that."

"Hmm? Is that what this is about?"

Did Kyle convince you, he runs and gets a stick of wood.

"Well, take a look at that."

He wielded a stick or showed someone's manly movements from time to time.

(pathetic, but you don't seem talented)

At least Bal decides he has little talent as a swordsman.

"Do you ever think about when you couldn't be a knight?

The boy asked him to stop his hand and nod small.

"You just have to be an adventurer, right?

Bal wonders what to say.

"You'd better think about when that didn't work either."

"Is that what this is all about?

He can't imagine the development that a boy can't be an adventurer, wrinkling between his eyebrows.

"Look, it can be a life where depression doesn't go up forever, like your uncle."

Kyle was only a little convinced when he pointed out the possibility that Bal felt bad about masochistic.

"Well... you could get hurt."

The boy reacted slightly differently, but it's not a bad thing to start looking at anything other than adventurers.

"Like asking Inver to write a letter of introduction to Rita."

"Yeah, to Uncle Inver..."

Kyle says, "It's not there," he looks like that.

Apparently Inver is a pretty difficult person.

"For example, it's a story. Is there anyone else in the big city or the village that lives in the capital?

"There are a few of them.... you know what?"

Kyle realizes all he has to do is ask the villagers to prepare a reference letter.

"Thanks, that was helpful."

"If it helped, it's more than anything. Then it's time for me to go."

That's what Bal says and breaks up with Kyle boy.