That Ordinary Mister Is A War God Chapter 4 Part1

PART 1

Jeremias, the chief-executive reigning over all the adventurers guild within the Empire, was a forty-eight year old tiger-man. Being an extraordinary existence, his career history was nothing short of impressive.

He was conscripted at a young age of fifteen along with his friends from the village, where he achieved his first feat. He was officially appointed as a Knight. By the age of twenty-two, he had risen up the ranks to become the deputy chief of the strongest Knight Order within the Empire.

Later, he helped in the creation of the adventurers guild under the guidance of the current Emperor, and eventually acclaimed the seat of the President of the guild.

Jeremias "the violent tiger" was a name well-known throughout the Empire, and outside the country he was hailed as equal to a General of Army or the Chief Sorcerer.

In spite of his accolades, there was nothing he despised more than the seat he currently sat on.

"Argh, I hate it. Who would want authority, it's all d.a.m.n paperwork," Jeremias groaned, plucking at his brown hair as he glared on the mountains of paper with contempt hidden in his orange pupils.

"Why didn't you realize this sooner? Weren't you the deputy chief of Zweirad before?" Amelie, his secretary, a tiger-woman, asked.

Zweirad. The second Knights Order corps.

Deputy chief of such a position wasn't freely given to just anyone. Only an elite of elites was eligible for such a seat. And for Jeremias to have achieved that showed his competence. Or at least it should have.

"In the Corps you can just a.s.sign all the paperwork to a trusted adjutant. And it wasn't all paperwork all the time," Jeremias lamented.

In truth, the chief of Zweirad had taken into consideration Jeremias' personality and fighting prowess, and worked behind the scenes to make sure he didn't die of paperwork.

Although not an idiot, Jeremias couldn't think past the face values, and didn't realize this fact.

Amelie noticed the fact very easily, but still the situation wouldn't change.

"Something big is about to happen. I can feel it."

"Feel, huh. I don't intend to laugh, but you can't increase the budget based on that."

Amelie's comments p.r.i.c.k at Jeremias' ears.

The budget allotted to the Adventurers Guild came at the bureaucrat's decision. And he wasn't someone to agree with ambiguous emotions.

"If I were to return to the battlefield, it'll be easier for me to grab hold of evidence that even they can't object," Jeremias said, his eyelids heavy and laden with regret

There may be some First-Ranked adventurers who could easily work in his place, but being in the position they are, their pride wouldn't allow them to accept a menial job even if it was from the Guild President. Meanwhile, the obedient folk might be lacking in power. Frustrating this situation was to Jeremias.

"If you're going as far as to say that, why not appoint someone to represent the Guild President? If you do it, I doubt anyone would object that…" Amelie said.

Many among the upper echelons of the Empire felt it was wrong for one of the strongest a.r.s.enals of the Empire to be tied to paperwork, of all things.

As such, so long as he could find personnel to fill his gap, there wouldn't be a strong objection to his wishes.

But there was a problem. There was none to fit the bill.

"So, can you think of someone. Someone who can beat some sense in the adventurers, and shut those filthy mouthed n.o.bles with a glare? If there is make plans for us to meet," Jeremias said, furrowing his brows.

"…If you add the ability to do paperwork, I can surely think of one. Like…Wellhe Mina from the Laevateinn."

"Keep dreaming!" Jeremias shouted, rejecting her proposal with a stern glare from his orange eye.

"She can take control of the adventurers, and keep the n.o.bles in check, and also do the paperwork. But, nope, not her!"

"Why is that so?" Amelie asked, befuddled at his rejection.

I see. So she doesn't know, Jeremias realized.

Only a few people noticed the falseness of her loyalty to the Empire or even the Imperial Family.

Her respect and loyalty are solely for one person and one person only–Bartolomeus.

She never pretended to hide that fact, and such was not a trustworthy person in the eyes of Jeremias.

Her position as the Laevateinn was given to her due to her unshakeable faith in the Emperor and Bartolomeus.

Jeremias was loyal to his land and the Emperor, almost to an extreme extent to make up for his wild appearance and rude att.i.tude.

As such, he couldn't possibly have any positive emotions regarding an Elf who looked down upon the imperial family.

But, how do I explain this to her, Jeremias contemplated, wondering how to get rid of Amelie's confusion.

Wellhe Mina was popular among the ma.s.ses. Her overwhelming strength and beauty were the ideals of many women within the country.

As such, she was popular among men as well.

There were many who couldn't control their arousal at her cold stare and her beauty.

If a popularity contest were to be held in the country, without a doubt the first seat would be a compet.i.tion for the Emperor and Bartolomeus, but the second would undoubtedly go to Wellhe Mina.

If he were to say anything unworthy about the Elven girl, he was sure he would lose all the fame and popularity.

Unreasonable, though, it may be that is the way of the world.

"If a Laevateinn were to be tormented with paperwork, won't it be a bigger loss for the country than me? Especially since Lady Wellhe Mina is the strongest force in our country right after Lord Bartolomeus," Jeremias said, his head aching to think up the words.

"That is correct," Amelie said.

Fortunately, his words were taken at face value. Jeremias knew Amelie felt vexed, but he also knew her respect for the Laevateinn far exceeded her own temporary emotions.

Jeremias, in the past, had requested a bout with all eight of the Laevateinn, and was rejected by all. He had come to understand that no matter how good he was, there was someone above me.

"Your hand has stopped moving."

Jeremias groaned at Amelie's observation and moved his hands again.

At that time, a human-raced woman clad in the clothes of a receptionist arrived in the room.

"P, President, you have a guest," she said, her voice quivering and her face frozen stiff with nervousness.

Jeremias, and Amelie, guessed a bigshot among n.o.bles had come to visit him.

"Who is it?"

"I, it's Lord Bartolomeus 'the War G.o.d of Light.' H, he's requesting a meeting with you."

PART 2

To be updated on 3rd November 2019.
The Part 2, Part 3 and Chapter 5, 6 and 7 will be out on Patreon for patrons to read by 10:00 AM EST/ 14:00 UTC. (I chose EST and UTC since most of the readers are from the USA.)