I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"Then it's a confirmation of smell!

That's what Faryl suggested, because Miles insists that it's not Mr. Lena, but himself, who has a sense of beastly smell. When I thought that the miles I thought were dwarves might be fellow beasts, I was a little happy and wanted to check it out with my own eyes. Unlike myself with cat ears or Lena with fangs growing on her, because Miles had no apparent trait of drawing the blood of an animal man.

And I thought you disappeared into the kitchen, and you came right back, Faryl. In each hand was a cup filled with water.

"On this one, there is only one drop of ale dripping. You'll never know for a normal pureblooded person, but if you can track it with your sense of smell, you should be able to tell it so easily!

"Leave it to me!

Now I can prove to Faryl what I'm doing. Miles I thought so, I meant it.

Originally a sharper sense of smell than man, but as it is, it does not extend to animals or beasts. So I used body strengthening magic and drastically increased my sense of smell. Yeah, you know, like at the time of tracking. No, further up, I strengthened it to such an extent that it was comparable to dogs and wolves. Failure is never tolerated.

"All right, maximum sense of smell! Fight!!"

Miles breathed heavily through his nose, closing his face to one cup.

Ugh...

Miles to concentrate the whole nerve on the olfactory senses and devote all of the consciousness to its analysis.

The smell of water and cups, Faryl's migratory incense, and the smell of dishes and ingredients swirling in the cooking area also mixes the smell of the Admiral and his wife. And the various smells that can get into the dining room......

"All right, over here next!

Again, miles breathing heavily out of your nose.

Ugh...

[incomprehensible]

And Miles, unconscious, fell to the floor.

Seeing it, Lena whines in a small voice, fanning around her own butt with a patty palm of her right hand (a palm of).

"... I'm sorry..."

Yes, beasts and beastmen, no matter how good their sense of smell, can withstand the stench. Because the structure of the sensory organs and brain is so. So unless Miles was made in the woods before, or that outrageous weapon, then yes, it stinks and you don't get a terrible look. Even in those woods, although I vomited and passed out, no one died of insanity or shock.

But humans aren't.

Because the sense of smell is not so sensitive, there are not many safety mechanisms.

If that human, Miles, pulls his sense of smell up above the Beast Man and inhales it through his thoughtless nose in a completely defenseless state.... Lena's array.

"Are you okay..."

With that said, Pauline pokes her foot at the miles that are still picking up while falling on the floor with a worrying face.

And Mavis opened his mouth watching in silence.

"Well, for now..."

"" For now?

"Let's eat. Because when it cools, the flavor drops."

Soon, the table was lined with dishes. Never tried to turn a blind eye to the miles lying on the floor, by the hands of a couple of convulsive faced generals......

"Why didn't you wake me up? Ah!

When you realize, it's time for a meal or "Play with Faryl properly!" As opposed to time, it was already the next morning, so angry miles.

"You were asleep, so you had no choice. Let's go get some breakfast."

In fact, the three Lenas, who fell asleep after noon and woke up at night unable to sleep, and Faryl, who couldn't sleep because she had slept long after being kidnapped as well, played with them all the time, from midnight to the morning. The mile I found out about it raised the scream of anger, but there's nothing more I can do. All he did was bite his teeth off with Lena's words, the gutter.

And three days later.

With his face on the Hunter Guild as usual, The Red Vow was finally called to his chambers by the Guild Master. Perhaps Miles will tell us the results of the kidnappers' investigation that was waiting.

"First, it's a bounty. Take it."

That's what I said. Two leather bags I took out of my desk drawer, Dong, and a guild master who places them on my desk.

Cloth bags are used when saving expenses, but leather bags are used to create a sense of luxury when making them dignified or when celebrating. I would have used a bag of leather this time because it is not just a reward for asking, it is a 'bounty'.... Felicia, the receptionist, wanted to use the leather one, but it was not appropriate (or appropriate) for expenses.

"This is the bounty from the guild, and this is the bounty from the state. They say some of the killers can't be criminal slaves, so separate compensation is out of the state for that. Well, people who become criminal slaves are pretty cheap, too, because they're fixed-term slaves, not lifelong slaves. It's not like he's a bandit, he's not killing anyone, so he'll only be a fixed-term criminal slave for a set number of years. Some of them seem to have been spared."

Some people, because dangerous magicians cannot be left alone, or we do not know whether there has been any other circumstance, that is, intervention from nobles or powerful people, etc., but that is already irrelevant for the 'Red Vow'. I am not in a position to export it to the judiciary, and I do not intend to.

Felicia, standing diagonally behind the Alliance Master as an assistant, took two leather bags on her desk and gave them to Mavis, the leader. Apparently, Felicia was completely determined that everything she had to do with the 'Red Oath' was her responsibility. And of course, there is no one who can complain about it, and the other guilders accepted it as a matter of course.

"" "" Thank you!

As usual, after simultaneously lowering his head as a courtesy, Mavis handed it straight to the mile this time without even trying to check the contents of the leather bag, and it was stored in the item box. Of course, I'll account for it later, but I won't do that here.... because it's not cool.

"So, what was the outcome of the investigation?

And what I care about, Miles, I hear Zubari.

"Yeah, they're hierarchical guys like from the top of the middle class to the bottom of the upper class, including people from our country as well as from other countries, and they say they're the ones who got rashed by the cult ideas they bought somewhere. Originally, the country to the east seemed to be the birthplace, and it can't be limited to where."

"East Country......"

"The Red Oath" went west from the kingdom of Tills, the home country of Mavis and Pauline and the country where Miles registered as a hunter, and went further west to this country via the kingdom of Brandell, the home country of Miles. In other words, it was not a neighbor, much more to the east, when it came to the other side entirely. Back a bit, that was quite a hassle.

(But right now, this is where the problem is, so you can do it again...)

It was a less critical mile.

"So, well, it seems that they did God's summons, or 'ritual of the coming of God'. Claiming that he intended to subordinate the girl he captured, and did not intend to do harm, in fact, no harm had been done at all, which meant not attempted murder, but just kidnapping. It's not human trafficking, it's illegal slavery.

No, kidnapping alone is a felony enough, but the victim, he's not a human, he's an animal. Besides, some aristocrats and merchants like relatives have come under pressure. Well, it seems to be a reluctant pressure because the implication is a felon or a cult... "

It is a great lie. Sure, they said "sacrifice" then. Besides, there is no way to use the beast man who said "unclean creature" or anything like that for the generations of God.

But that's not for the Miles to decide. All their statements, including the word "sacrifice", have been testified to. On top of that, if it was so determined by political considerations or something, it could no longer be helped by a one-size-fits-all C-rank hunter flair.

"Really..."

Miles gave up any further information gathering.

Besides, I don't know if it's true what the Alliance Master was told. No more, it wouldn't make sense to ask.

Those outside the mile felt that it would be good if the kidnappers were punished and a similar incident did not happen again, and that their purpose or something was' it's over and it doesn't matter '. And no matter how much pressure there was from nobles, etc., there is no such thing as acquittal, and punishment as a proper' young girl kidnapper 'is well punished. However, the "cult" and other parts just went through and took care not to annoy the others.

Neither are those who have spared criminal slavery ever acquitted. You will be imprisoned, you will pay a huge bail, and you will be punished in some way. And this time, they're going to investigate the people who weren't at the crime scene properly.

... especially now that the majority of the key figures have been captured, there will be no more decent activities. From now on, there will be eyes for surveillance. Not only by the government constitution, but also by annoying relatives and those involved.

"Servant of the Goddess" also seems to have already finished receiving ex-post explanations and rewards, and for "Red Oath" and "Servant of the Goddess," this was a paragraph in the matter,.

"Well, I'll be doing my normal job today!

"" "Oh!

He then returned to the first floor of the guild and was the face of the 'Red Pledge', which identified the requisition board.

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In the middle of the night, in a room where everyone slept quietly, there was a man waking up.

Yes, it's miles.

Due to the magic of soundproofing and vibration-proofing, there was no way for the others to wake up even though they were in the upper part of the bunk bed.

It was a sleepy mile, but it was caused by a morning call from a nanomachine caused by direct vibration of the tympanic membrane, as whispered in the ear… not "morning" at all… "Good morning, Miles. This is your mission... 'and so on, by a suspicious dialogue.

Of course, that dialogue was due to the designation of miles.

And Miles shrugged.

"All right, now, here's the start of Operation Spy!

Somehow, a suspicious operation, a solo action for miles seemed to begin.