Val sighed as he closed and locked the wooden door to his home and said with a sigh.

'Will you stop waiting around in the house killing signs, Meena?

　Upon hearing his words, a humanoid shadow suddenly appeared in the empty space, and then a young woman.
　The woman called Meena has golden hair, emerald eyes and long ears, and is of the race of elves.
　It's a good thing that you've got a good pair of jeans and a dark blue jacket.　

''I thought it would be better for you, Bartolomeus-sama.

Don't call me that, Vilhemina.

　She called out to him politely, but Val cautioned her with a troubled look on her face.
　Although Bartolomeus was his real name, he didn't like it very much.
　When she gave him her real name in return, she bowed her head.

'I beg your pardon,'

　Val thought it would be good to know and changed the subject.

'What are you doing here today?　You didn't just come here to see my face, did you?

No, no. I mean, no way.

　Meena answered immediately with a great deal of seriousness, which made him cringe.
　He had thought she was an elf who didn't come to him without a need, but was it his own image?

'And since you're not very good at cooking, I thought I'd offer you one of my home-cooked meals, but I see it's too late.

　Her emerald eyes caught the paper bag Val was holding.

'Yeah. It's pretty good, you know.'

It's very modest of you to be able to live like a member of the royal family if you wanted to.

　There is no contempt in Meena's tone of voice.
　This is one of the reasons why she and Val are on good terms.

'You want some Meena if you want?'

'Let's take it. I have something I brought with me, so it should be just fine.

　Meena pulls out a white bag from her pants pocket, which contains fresh fruits and vegetables.
　It's not enough to fit in a pants pocket by any means, but Val doesn't question it.
　'Because one of the witchcraft is to change mass, and Meena is a master of witchcraft,' he says.

'Lamb and onion skewers, fried potatoes, and the vegetables and fruit that Meena brought with her? That's pretty gorgeous.'

You might want to watch what you eat a little more carefully.

　Meena gives a word of caution to a satisfied Val.
　Val looks a little troubled.

''There aren't many stores around here that sell fruits and vegetables, are there?

'There is a first class area, isn't there?　Why don't you move out?

　Meena responds without a care in the world.
　He shook his head, though she could only say it because she knew the real economic power of Val.

'I like living here better. I wouldn't want to move if I could.

I think you can live the kind of life that you like and that is commonplace in the first class area: ......

　Meena mumbled that she didn't understand, but she didn't recommend it any further.
　It was comfortable for Val that she didn't step in unnecessarily.
　When we finished eating, Meena made us a cup of herbal tea.

The aroma of the herbs is nice. It's unique until you get used to it.

I'm glad to hear that you like it.

　After a relaxing moment, Val asked the elf in front of him.

'You're not really just here to see my face, are you?'

'Yes. In case you've forgotten, we have a regular meeting tomorrow.

　He huffs at Meena's words.

'Shucks.'

　She chuckles at him as he groans.

'All right, I'm coming.'

I'll see you again in the morning.

Yeah, thanks.

　Val thanked him.
　'If the point of being unnoticed is important, it is safe to ask for Meena's help.

''It's difficult for me to move around without anyone feeling uncomfortable.

It's a matter of who you are and who you're not. You're the best fighter in the world.

　To his disappointment, Meena gave him a nonchalant word of placation.