I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"... thank you"

Captain Dwarf of the second mining site recapture unit bowed his head toward the Red Pledge.

This dwarf was one of those who were wounded and were asleep, but now, both his broken left leg and the deep side of his belly have completely healed and returned to the front.

I can't think first of all about Dwarves bowing their heads to other races, especially elves and humans. Faces of the 'Red Pledge' who don't know that, say no, or something, are waving lightly, but the other two parties and merchants were peeling their eyes at surprise.

"Let's go!"

At the instruction of the captain, the troops began moving.

Twenty-eight Dwarves, four "Red Vows". It is a total of 32 elite troops.

At the time of the first recapture operation, they were just thirty. And six of them became those who did not return, and three lost their hands, feet, fingers, etc., and their return to the front did not materialize.

If Miles really gave it all, he might have managed the site defect as well. But it was beyond the realm of 'healing magic' recognized in this world. Even that mile was not meant to be exercised against outsiders, unless there was much left to do with healing magic that would repair site defects. Even if there was someone to mourn.

It was impossible to save all people altogether, and as much as those in power who knew the existence of such power thought, they could have guessed, even in miles.

And this time, seven new volunteers in place of those nine, including the Red Pledge, are out in 32.

Those who have lost their lives. Those who have lost their hands and fingers and have lost their future as artisans. It was the full force of the villagers, carrying the thoughts of the nine people who did not participate.

And as soon as I left, Lena complained.

"Why are we in the middle!

"No, of course, women, children and the weak are naturally placed in the center..."

"Who is the 'weak'! Plus, it would be natural to take the lead in miles that you have the ability to explore!

Barking Lena and a troubled face, Dwarf young man.

There, the captain spoke up.

"If anything happens to the liquor store lady, they'll kill us all! Be quiet and stay in that position!

And in tune with it, the Dwarves who plead desperately.

… was precisely the placement with an emphasis on the protection of liquor suppliers.

Sure, if there's something about Miles, and that's what makes mass transportation of liquor like this one impossible again. And suppose the cause was the untimely demise of these people. In that case, even if we succeed in crusading demons, our position in these people, and in the villages to come, will be the worst.

That, to their too desperation, was Lena, who couldn't say anything and pulled back.

"It's okay, Mr. Lena. Even from this position, the magic of exploration will reach you well."

"Besides, if you're in the center, you can rush right back and forth, left or right, from either direction. That's not a bad position."

Miles and Mavis tell me that, and Lena is convinced that's true, too.

Lena, who is also quite good at hitting enemies with canes (staff), tends to forget, but normally, magicians are the guards when teams are small, and when they are large, it was normal to be centrally located to protect them from enemy ambushes and melee fights.

Besides, the Dwarves had no idea of the 'Red Vow' fighting ability, and no matter how many C-rank hunters they were told, they all looked like minor children from their own point of view, compared to rounded, healthy Dwarf girls, who obviously only looked like flimsy, frail, frail physical children.

So I expected the "Red Oath" to act as a healing magician, and I entrusted Mavis, a swordsman, and Lena, an attacking magician, with two escorts, a healing magician, with the intention of fighting the demons alone with the Dwarves.

And no one questioned the validity of that judgment. Except for the face of the escort hunter party: The Red Oath itself, The Ideal Home of the Evil God, and The Friendship of Fire.

"It's time for the demonic territory where we lived. Pay attention..."

"It's a demonic reaction, 300 meters ahead!

Before the captain could finish, Miles made a detection report.

300 meters is still a little far to be in combat. Three hundred meters in flats with no obstacles and good prospects and three hundred meters in mountains and forests are completely different where that distance means. So 300 meters in this place, which is mountainous and where the trees grow considerably, is still quite a distance away. … but a delicate distance that is too close to alarm.

"Do you know how many and what kind?

It's always a familiar reaction to the Miles, 'How do you know! Captain confirming the information you need in the least amount of words, without wasting your time with words such as'. Apparently, it was like, "The Decadent Man".

But Miles' reply to that was sometime badly toothed.

"Uh, you know... I usually know, something's wrong with my reaction...

Is there a rare demon or something around here?

"No, it's common, just the normal ones everywhere. Orcs, goblins, cobolts, horned rabbits, bloodsucking bats, the more mites, mountain wolves..."

The demon the captain named knows miles, of course. And the characteristic of the detective reaction of those demons by exploratory magic...

"That's crazy...... Oh, the number is eight."

In the meantime, miles to report what you know.

I know it's a big demon, so it's represented by a 'head', not a 'horse'. Mileagely, we distinguish between what humans can hold with a 'horse' and what they can't hold with a 'head'. The reason that "humans" was because they felt that miles were likely to be lifted even by horses if they cared about it was because "mileage" would make it difficult to determine the criteria, and I don't think such criteria would be acceptable to the public at the end of the day.

This time, the crusade is the aim. I'm not avoiding or running away from demons. So keep going straight. It would be gratifying for the Dwarves to have less mental fatigue because miles count for distance, so they don't need to be armed and alert early.

Until earlier, we were all quite attentive to our surroundings, wary of suddenly encountering demons or being ambushed, but if anyone could use exploratory magic, it would be much easier mentally.

Lena said that miles have exploratory abilities, but she thought that if she were told that miles of 'exploratory abilities' were fitted by swordsmen, it would be about sign perception at best. He never seemed to think that was magic capable of detecting demons 300 meters away.

It was a retrieval unit headed for the eight demons in an all-out manner.

"Discover! It's an oak, number eight!

That's what the lead reported whispering as he sent a stop signal to those behind him with his hands.

They haven't even noticed if this one is under the wind yet.

With this much difference in numbers, the captain gives gestures and whispers instructions to reassemble into a formation to normally bump from the front, not a siege, because he doesn't have to worry about the orcs escaping from the start.

And Miles was twisting his head.

(Oak? But this reaction...)

"Oh, my God! Let's go!

That's what I said, Lena slapped me on the shoulder, miles out of the sword in a hurry.

Even when entering, The Red Pledge is placed on the second stage, not the front, but the main actors in this battle are the Dwarves, and The Red Pledge is only a help. Besides, I was not dissatisfied with the Lenas because this positioning is easier to do in order to help the endangered and cure the injured.

Besides, the opponent is an oak in the first place. Whatever the org is, I don't even think the inflexible dwarves who are the orc opponents and have been protecting villages and miners for years are going to fall behind. Also, he doesn't look like he's licking his opponent and alarmed at all. So, without much worry, the Lenas were safely watching the evolution of the battle and pre chanting of healing and attack magic in case of unforeseen circumstances......

Duh!

Shit, no!

Oh, my God!

With a scream, three dwarves blew up. Almost simultaneously with the start of the fight.

"Become!, weak!

"It's a seeming-down, Dwarves!!

Lena and Pauline gave me a heartbreaking curse on the Dwarves.

In contrast, Mavis screamed.

"Fool, what do you do with your side's morale down on purpose! Besides, the villagers aren't weak!

And then the miles of words went on.

"Too strong! These guys, they're not on oak level! The reaction with exploratory magic is also different from a normal oak. It also looks, muscular, unlike a fatty regular oak.

If you are not going to fight an august opponent, or any more demons, instead of crusading, this one will be wiped out!!

Miles finally understood.

The answer to the question of why the tenacious dwarves who had been protecting villages and miners from demons for years suffered a painful defeat this time.

"How could you not know the last time we fought, as much as the other guy wasn't normal!

Lena yells angrily like that, but Mavis and Miles, scared thoughts were on their minds and not the other way around.

((In oak, this strength. No way, the same goes for Auga, etc...))