That Ordinary Mister is a War God

A man's voice is heard at the entrance to the outhouse, and a young maid comes with a troubled face.

"Your Highness, you said that Master Josephine had met you. I refused to say that I was in the middle of a tea party with the noodles, but I really wanted it now."

"Sister Josephine? That's unusual."

Beate rounded Ruby's eyes.

Josephine is the Empress conceived by the Second Lady, who for her hits her half-sister.

Friends are not evil, but not good, to the extent that they offer courteous greetings if they get a chance to meet each other in the face.

I've never invited you to a tea party, I've never been invited, and I don't remember being pushed this way.

"Nothing" is the perfect time to describe it.

"Fair enough. Let me through."

"Are you sure?

The samurai were puzzled.

It is insane to say how many princesses, but to come forcefully to other princesses' tea parties.

I think it's better to poke because there's no sardine to blame for poking.

It is only the values of the samurai, and Bearte is different.

'Cause it sounds interesting.

"Ha ha..."

Once again, the young samurai think that the Freedom Empress makes an outrageous idea everywhere.

Zenda sighed as she gave up, Sidonier smiled funny, Bal flashed "like Empress Beate," and Meena didn't break her cool look.

If you're going to say Beate is a good idea, the samurai will have to let you in.

With the look of no choice, she returns to the entrance and brings Josephine back.

Josephine is now nineteen this year and is a hundred and seventy centimetres taller for a woman.

The loosely wavy blonde hair stretches to her shoulders, and the sliced green eyes give the impression that she looks sharp and willing.

Adrian's real sister, who recently became Crown Prince, had an acquaintance with Bal.

"I'm sorry I made a bluff imitation, Beate. Thank you for responding so well."

She expresses her apology and gratitude for her unusual worship of her sister.

"I wondered what happened to my serious sister Josephine."

Beate takes her worship with a grin.

"Brother Adrian, I really wanted to thank Bartolomeus and Wilhemina for what happened."

Josephine dropped her gaze down like a bum looked bad.

I suppose it is because of the influence of the Second Lady that her hips are low and her hits are soft for the sake of being a princess.

Meena was also convinced that she was Adrian's real sister.

"Bal rarely comes out in front of the royal family, and Meena ignores the royal orders. I understand your feelings."

Beate understands that Bal and Meena had the greatest chance when they were in Imperial Castle together.

In person, of course.

It would be Josephine's personality who went out in person, even though he was in a position to write a letter if he was just thankful.

"Yeah, it is. Josephine Regen Schleswich would like to take this opportunity to thank you both."

She named her full name to both of them and offered her prayers.

"Please accept"

Bal and Meena respond with prayer.

"Thank you. I have a load of shoulders."

Josephine smiles happily.

"I'm sorry you're in the middle of a tea party. Excuse me."

That's what she says and leaves.

"It's hard to tell if you're polite and honest or arrogant and forceful"

Meena shares her thoughts on Josephine.

His Highness Josephine is everything.

Bal shrugged his shoulders and answered.

Neither when thanking the less privileged nor the splendid point of trying to meet them in person has the idea that if you push them off forcefully without regard for their convenience, they will be without a platform.

That's Josephine, but it wasn't even a story that took one of her.

"Most people rise with the honor and joy of being thanked directly by the royal family, and it doesn't matter what they're pushed for, after all, it doesn't go to Bal or Wilhemina,"

Beate says as she nicks.

"I don't want you to be funny there," it says on Zenda's face, but she ignores it.

In the first place, the royal family is an acceptable status without having to consider the convenience of the other party.

It would be about the emperor and his queen, the elderly brothers and sisters, who would not pass.

Beate, the youngest of his brothers and sisters, has no problem if he is only the Yagami Fai, positioned under the emperor's throne.

That is the general view.

Most people were unaware that the Emperor had stomach aches on this matter.