I Said Make My Abilities Average!

Miles who entered the basement from the big hole with the guidance of the ancient dragon girl (even though I don't know if she saw it) crossed the apparent trail of a collapse of dirt and sand because of the hole, entering from the empty space beyond it, into something like a hall. This is what Beredetes called the "temple-like hall".

Sherala has a big body and cannot go inside the hall. If it is not possible, the temple will collapse and be buried. Miles and all.

To avoid doing so, Sherala just inserted her neck through the hole. Even before he came out of the hole earlier, he was just sticking his neck in with three heads and looking inside.

"Okay, Mr. Sherala. Now wrapped around your neck is a very thin, and very tough thread. If I could suddenly pull my neck in, it would be puffy..."

"Hi, hi, no, no, no, no!

Shelala, who thought she was quite thick, seemed timid when it came to her life.

To avoid escape, the Miles made a confirmation of the hall, keeping a firm threat.

"Writing!"

Miles of magic spread the lights in the hall.

"Ko, this is..."

A hall illuminated and floated by the lights. That said, the hall isn't that big.

It is not that there is an altar or that religious objects are placed, but that there is only a gallant space in the hall. But I felt like I could see why Beredetes referred to this place as a 'temple'.

Wall surface.

On all the walls of the domed hall, there were paintings.

Not painted or painted. A magnificent tile painting, presumably a collection of vast numbers of stones of various colors, remembered to have been created in combination, and infused with so much time and effort as to be distracting.

No, because each stone is not plate-shaped, isn't it 'tile'? Anyway, it was a mural, made of a huge number of colored stones combined.

Indeed, since this would not decolorize after quite a few years, and there would be no signs of peeling off, it would not just have been pasted together, but what if I were to punch it into the wall, and something would be devised. Those who put so much effort into it can't be out of hand around it.

That, it was Lena, Mavis, Pauline, and Dr. Couleia who were amazed at the murals that took too much effort.

And I was surprised at the mileage with my mouth half-opened, not imagining the enormous amount of effort.

"Hey, what is it, this..."

The others may have seen it like this.

A mess grown, a strange plant.

Jellyfish and fish. So this is an undersea painting?

A painting that represents a desire for peace, with humans, elves, dwarves, beasts, and demons getting along. And beside it was the figure of the dragon species, which also looked like an ancient dragon.

Other paintings of various occasions, various organisms, and, I don't know what, various things were painted on the walls, combining countless colored stones.

"That's a fantastic painting..."

"I've never seen anything like this before..."

"One day, you should have such a peaceful world..."

Mavis, Lena and Pauline said as they were seen in the painting, and Dr. Couleia was silent with a face that seemed somewhat difficult.

And when you say miles.

"Duh, how could something like this..."

In Miles' eyes, the painting looked like this.

A group of forested skyscrapers.

Rising spacecraft. It's not a rocket, it's a 'spaceship'.

It's like a flying air car.

of researcher-like clothing, several adult humans and people of other races about the age of toddlers to children.

And like a pet dog, round on that side, little dragon.

Miles, somehow, understood.

Perhaps this is not just a fantasy painting, depicted paranoidly of an unlikely scenario.

That someone would have thought that this painting had to be left to future generations, and that they would have spent a great deal of time and effort, perhaps most of the rest of their lives, creating it.

If it's a few hundred years or so, you can usually paint. That would have been done right away.

That means I've worked so hard to make this.

How many years did the man desire this painting to last?

And who wanted you to see...

Miles remembered.

That's when God (self-proclaimed) said the word.

"As a matter of fact, that world underwent the collapse of civilization for several times, losing all technology, and man only survived marginally, so we combined remedies and experiments with massive handouts that we wouldn't normally do ~"

The "massive handouts" are familiar with the nanomachines.

………………

And Miles also stood silently, just like the Doctor.

"Well, here we are. Everyone, please withdraw as soon as possible, if you want to avoid rubbing with humans..."

"Wait!"

After checking the ruins, Beredetes held back the miles who tried to pull them off as promised.

'It's not fair that we're the only ones giving information, and we have to report it to the top. I demand information from you too!

It is also a troublesome mileage, I think, but it is also especially the other way around. I guess they don't have a position at zero information because they will have to report it to their boss too. Lower end and middle management are hard.

Besides, we only did what was natural on the human side, so there's nothing to be obnoxious about or to hide.

When I thought of it that way, I felt bad about leaving it unattended.

"... so what do you want to hear?

To the words of Miles, Beredetes pointed Miles with those huge fingers.

"It's you! I want you to tell me who you are!

"" "" Eh... ""

Everyone on the spot saw the mile.

In particular, Dr. Couleia is a cancer viewer.

I have no choice.

Miles decided to answer that question of the ancient dragon Beredetes honestly.

"Who I am, is... Okay, let me tell you something. Who I am..."

Lena, Mavis and Pauline took a breath.

"At one point, one daughter of the Viscount family. At other times, C-rank hunters. And that entity!

Sakuraku, and Dr. Kurreleia swallowed the saliva.

"Everywhere, a mediocre normal girl, it's miles!

"" "" "" "It's a lie. Ahhhh!

It was a total penetration.

'Don't lie to me! You're just a human being!

"That being said, neither father nor mother are the main family members of the aristocracy that have lasted for generations, so I don't think there will be blood of any other race in at least ten generations..."

"Hey, what..."

Miles of words, stunned Beredetes.

'Yes, indeed, it only stinks of humans... But that should be...'

Miles tried to smell himself in a hurry, but yes, it smelled..., no, it smelled pretty sweaty. But that's no choice! We have no choice!!

'Then why are you so strong! How can you fight an ancient dragon!

Miles answered that question of Beredetes with a frightened finger up and a Doya face.

"That's because my soul was trembling and my heart was burning!

"Yep... Oh, are you, really, a pureblood person? Actually, it would be out-of-pocket!

Miles answered the frightening question with a smile.

"Oh, hi, I, I'm not from this country..."

"That's 'outsiders'!

It was the same, Miles and Lena.

And then, after three ancient dragons stood up flashly, when four of the "Red Vows" and Dr. Couleia tried to leave the scene.

Move it, move it.

Something emerged from among the trees.

"" "" "Ro, Robles!

((((I totally forgot...)))

Even if it was a terrible trick on the benefactor who saved everyone's crisis (by buying time).

And then a girl around the age of ten, who was hugging Robles in the neck, came down with a flicker and ran over in front of the miles, opening her mouth.

"Wow!"

"" "" Eh, Elsie ~!! ""