I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"Hey, what is this..."

Having said that, Marcella, who decided that it was apparently a letter, took it off the bamboo stick, something that looked like a letter. And first, I turned it over.

... there is no sender's name.

But of course Marcella was aware.

Words whispered outside the door. And these three, who somehow look familiar.

Yes, somewhere, that, too, I remember seeing in something that wasn't biological, three girls.

And full rotation, adel simulator......

"Lower your intelligence, remove your common sense, and accidentally multiply it by five..."

To Marcella, who casts a suspicious spell, the Lenas who pull it, and the Monicas who flatten it again.

And.

"There it is!

Suddenly, next to Mavis, Marcella stuck her right hand out into a space of nothing.

What is it, and the stunning Monica and Oriana?

And the space, which should be nothing, swayed, and a shadow appeared in the shape of a person. Marcella grabbed me by the collar.

"Ghaaaa!

"" Hi, no!

The shouting shadow and the screaming Monica, Oriana.

"I thought you were there!

"Duh, why..."

Marcella, who is good at it, and Miles, who shows up completely and flaunts herself. And it was Monica and Oriana, who looked at it and rounded their eyes.

Miles has already disarmed his optically engineered transformation magic, returning to his original face and silver hair.

Miles of agitation looked incredible.

It must have blocked everything perfectly, sounds, smells, signs, etc.

You can't possibly tell. Never, it can't be!

Marcella flatly said away to the miles she thought so.

"... why? It's easy.

That's because you're Mr. Adele and I'm Marcella.

You don't really think I can't find you, do you?

With that said, Marcella's brow (Mayu) can only be praised.

Water droplets accumulating in the eye buttocks.

And Marcella hugged him to the mile.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

"Adele!"

"Adele!

Following Marcella, Monica and Oriana hugged from left to right, and Miles, too, cried out in disgust.

Seeing that, Mavis crying and Lena swelling her cheeks a little grumpy.

And Marcella holds onto Miles and overflows (spills) tears, yet firmly confirms Lena's expression on the side.

(... rivals, right!

Miles to keep crying without realizing anything about that.

Something's going to scare me. I think so, it was Pauline.

"... so what is the situation after I escape..."

It's finally time for everyone to settle down and exchange information.

In the meantime, Marcella answered the question of miles that set the line between soundproofing and vibration blocking on behalf of the three of us.

"We have a few connections in the Royal Palace, and we have some pretty accurate information.

First of all, it's hard to say, Mr. Adele, that your father is dead. It was a death sentence for the murder of your mother and grandfather and for trying to take over the Askham family by expelling your only legitimate successor, Mr. Adele. He said it was about three counts of death, and no matter how he defended it, death was something he couldn't escape.

Well, the voice of defense, he said, came from no one, not a word...

Oh, did you know, Mr. Adele, that your father was an in-laws son-in-law, had no formal inheritance rights, was only a substitute until Mr. Adele was officially inherited, and that Mr. Adele was the only orthodox successor to the Askham family bloodline?

Miles snorted.

Although not officially heard, after awakening the consciousness of the nautical mile, Adele's detailed analytical examination of the memories of what she had seen and heard until then, and what had happened, determined that the probability of being so was quite high.

And that man, though how outrageous (awful) he was, is a real father to Miles. Miles', or Marcella with a sinking face considering Adele's heart, did not care at all.

The guy thing was only in Adele's memory before she was integrated, when she wasn't self-conscious as a nautical mile, and it was, by no means, a lot of memory, nor was it a good memory.

No thoughts, others.

No, the bad guy who let him kill his kind mother and grandfather and abused Adele before he woke up.

For miles, that man was just that much human.

In the end, the father for Miles was the father of the nautical miles in his previous life, alone.

"... Really? How are the others and the Askham family?

Marcella kept explaining to me, although I was a little surprised by the flat mileage, not looking upset at all.

"My mother-in-law was guilty of the same crime. Other people, collaborators, executors, those who bribed and perjured themselves, those who missed, were punished accordingly."

"What happened to Prissy, my sister-in-law?

"Oh, that kid just got blown into a lot of things by his parents and started saying and doing things like that, and the little kid has no sins.

But the fate of a young girl who lost her parents as a felon and lost her aristocracy is known. So, there was talk of going to the monastery, but Adele's father's parents took her as an adoptive daughter because she couldn't save her son and she didn't want to, but her granddaughter wanted to save her.

Your Majesty has forgiven me for that. Apparently, our country has been able to bear a benevolent king.

I don't have nobility, I treat civilians, I don't have inheritance rights at all, but as a civilian under the care of a nobleman, I wonder if I can grasp that happiness... "

"Good......"

He is a prissy who was all kinds of mean, but the intrusion was child harassment, not something life-threatening or seriously injurious.

My sister-in-law, who just wasn't blessed by her parents, knew she was going to be able to live quite a life without being so badly looked at, and Miles smiled reflexively leaking that word.

(Again, Mr. Adele, this is who you are. That's why friends are worth it!

(Miles of favorites don't brace...)

Old and new friends were thinking something similar.

"And Mr. Adele. You have succeeded Viscount Askham.

Now, you are the head of the Askham family, or Viscount Adele von Askham.

His Majesty has now set up deputies to run the territory, but there is no longer any problem with your family targeting Mr. Adele, so take over as soon as possible and look after your son-in-law's adopted son... "

"Now that we've done our errands in this country, it's time to leave for the next one!

"" "Oh!

"Huh?"

To Adele's abrupt words, which suddenly blocked her story, and to the girls who stood up in agreement with it, Marcella, who could be a wolf.

"Hey, what? Here, wait, where are you going!

Mr. Monica, get in front of the door! Mr. Oriana, give me the window!

Come on, don't run away. Ah!