I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"On my way home, let's walk..."

Miles, who had accomplished his grief of "meeting the fairy" on the first day of his five-day vacation, was thinking about walking back relaxed.

The outbound journey ran in a hurry because they did not know how long it would take to accomplish their purpose.... Seriously.

To reduce air resistance and to prevent clothing from chopping or burning a thousand pieces, wear a chippy suit made of special materials.

Of course, you can't expose yourself to people like that. Mainly, in shameful issues.

Therefore, it was a disease undergoing optical camouflage treatment by magic.

But there was time to get back on the road. "I'll bet on the last five days because of years of grieving accomplishment," he said, leaving, but he didn't return the next day with a good fit. We have to kill time here until the last day...

Besides, I have also figured out how I can return faster than the outbound route if I have to, and I have asked Nano to confirm that it is possible. Therefore, it is sufficient to return home after the last day.

On the second day of his vacation, he began his journey of miles.

This area is quite far from the King's capital and close to the border with its neighbours. Well, it's like a place where fairies live, so it would be natural to be secluded. Miles walking in light footsteps along paths that rarely have a person on the street. Very rarely a different traveler greets me.

It's a mile that looks about twelve, but it's hunter gear, and it's also not new. It's pretty much used up and familiar with the body, so there's nothing for the travelers to worry about, because after the age of ten, they're regular guilders, hunters above the F-rank. And based on the fact that he seems to have survived at least a few years after becoming a regular hunter, it was the adult who figured things out that there was a reason why it would be okay to act alone like this.

(... hmm?

A group of somewhat disturbing circumstances caught my eye as Miles passed near a small village unknown to me.

Farmers of one or less than twenty, soldier-like men of around one or ten, facing each other at a distance of a few meters.

The soldiers were not pulling out their swords separately, but the peasants were in possession of such things as (kuwa), (suki), (sickle), etc. Obviously, it looks like a bad vibe.

It's totally irrelevant to me, but it's not the kind of mileage I'd go bare there. Besides, most importantly, there was plenty of time. No, it was too much.

But I can't help my hand or mouth if I don't know what's going on. Miles immediately disappeared with optical magic and approached the group gently.

"Go home! We're not going to discuss anything unless we get through the demands!

"You know that's an act of insurrection? If we keep this up, we're gonna be irrevocable. You know that!

Apparently, it didn't mean the invasion of another country or the village being attacked by a soldier-breaking bandit. I don't know why, but they say the peasants are making some demands on the lord's side. Has the tax become too heavy to live, or has an unreasonable demand been made by the Lords...

"In the first place, your demands would be absurd to reduce taxes on this village drastically! The tax on this territory is in no way extrajudicial, unlike other territories in the vicinity. And there's no way we can just cut taxes on your village.

If we do that, we can't explain it to the other villages, and there's no reason why we should do that in the first place. How the hell did you come up with that?

Apparently, it was the villagers who had the situation.

"Ugh! We're not going to back off until we get what we need!

That's what I said, farmers wielding farm tools in their hands. And soldiers who will eventually do their hand on the sword. As it was, it was imperative for the battle to begin.

Miles looked around and picked a branching tree that just seemed good and jumped up on it. The mask (mask) was then removed from the item box and fitted. Yes, I've used it before, it's that mask.

Miles in a mask lifted the optical magic and royally shouted to the soldiers and peasants over a large branch.

"Stop fighting!

"" "" "" "... Huh?

Girl who suddenly shows up on a tree and doesn't even go, with a suspicious mask. And to the words released from the girl's mouth, the men who stop moving and look up at the tree in a pompous manner.

"Who!

Who does what, the commander-like men of the soldiers?

The peasants were bright against the soldiers taken aback.

That would be the case. Nothing in this way of appearing in this setting except on the side of the weak. And showing up confident must mean someone who is pretty confident in their arms, regardless of their appearance. There was no reason for the peasants to rejoice in the unexpected reinforcements.

"Whoa!"

Miles jumped off the tree with a hanging voice and stood in the middle of the soldiers and peasants. And turned to the peasants at Kurukuri.

"I am the one who helps the dominant. Call people, 'dominant mask'!

"" "". "" What, then? Ahhhh!

The hearts and minds of soldiers and peasants, who were supposed to be enemy allies, were now one.

Miles, in his novels and cartoons in his previous life, always thought. I wonder why the protagonists are always on the side of those who are about to lose.

On the side of the dominant, the battle will be over soon, not many more soldiers dying, wives losing husbands, and children losing fathers. But if we take the side of the disadvantaged, the battle will still continue and the deaths on both sides will continue to increase.

Well, if you're a soldier from another country you've invaded, or a bandit attacking a village, the story is different. If you should never allow a victory, there is. But if there is an inner rub in the country, or if both have their own say or "their own justice," what do we do with more extra dead on our side on purpose to the disadvantaged? If we don't do extra hands-on, soon the wins and losses will never end the feud......

Those on either side of the battle each have a family and only work seriously in the splendid position of soldier, or are conscripted by the state and lords to obey orders, or work hard to protect their families. Even if it was a battle without much good reason, it was the responsibility of the upper echelons and not the fault of those in the field.

Which fool would do that, such as rekindle the battle that is almost over and increase the number of dead, on the side of the disadvantaged for light reasons such as they happen to have ties to one force or the beauty asked them to?

In the meantime, why don't we just end the fight and crush those people later, if the upper management was rotten? Miles always thought so.

Whatever, poisoning, ambushes on the go, sniping, arson, traps, etc. may be any means, such as crushing the powerful.

Anyway, as it is, many of the peasants are killed and the rest are captured. And there will be several dead and wounded among the soldiers. In that case, the captured peasants and the other villagers just won't do it. It is much better than that that the peasants are captured intact.

And if Miles leaves the soldiers with the peasants, more soldiers will come next, and more soldiers will leave, and things will get worse.

And I'm not going to hang out with Miles for that long, and I didn't mean to confront the lord in full. If you do that, you will be a questioner and you will be disqualified from being a hunter. And if they find out who you are and find out you're a nobleman in another country, it could be an international problem.

The only way to fit in round here is to contain the peasants and prevent them from being determined to be rebels.

"Dear soldiers, your service, your hard work. Leave this occasion to me, the dominant mask, who is good at capturing opponents intact!

"Ooh..."

Miles of words made me snort, Commander.

And a suspicious masked girl (mask girl) who thought she was on our side, the peasants who knew she was just the enemy side and couldn't hide the upset.

"Yeah, just one little girl, nothing like that!

That's what the peasant leader shouted, but it's, normally, the villain side of the dialogue.

"I'm going!

One wooden sword was held in the hand of a mile saying so at some point.