I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Be careful and go!

"Dead enemy, miles."

"If you have gold eyes, please take them home!

Words of caution from everyone… some, some slightly different… were hung up and Miles went out in the middle of the night.

... Yes, it is a 'go out'.

It is something that I thought I would do, but because of the pursuit that the "Red Oath" did not instruct me by my employer, the "demonic extrusion", which was supposed to take place at intervals of a few months, was soon to be implemented. Then I apologize to the Mafans and the military.

Nor are the soldiers of this country anything but bad men. He's just a public official, following orders from his superiors. So you don't have to forgive me if I'm coming towards you as an enemy, but if I'm not, I don't have to kill or injure you without meaning.

So Miles was trying to stop the military operation for the demonic extrusion itself before it began. This time and beyond, in such a way that its effects will continue forever......

This time, it has not yet been made public that it is not harassment as it has been, but a cross-border, or full-scale, military operation of the military. So the Miles thought it was only a normal extrusion this time around.

And military operations take time, both to prepare and to act in practice. If now is the time to recruit hunters and mercenaries, actual action will still be some time away. With that in mind, the Miles weren't particularly in a hurry, but the trouble was limited to just finishing it off. The peasants, too, will have trouble being summoned in vain.

"Okay, this is the royal palace..."

I don't even have to ask anyone where the royal palace is, or where the greatest people are likely to be, from the structure of the building, I generally get an idea. And we should move on to those who seem to have tight security.

So......

"Good evening......"

"Hey, who are you! Guards! What are the guards doing!!

Except for the guards on the night shift, which is the time when most of them are still asleep, surprisingly, the king was still awake, with the lamp lights, reading something like a dossier.

And the king tried to call the soldiers of the escort out loud, but the voice never reached the soldiers standing outside the room because Miles had put up a soundproofing and vibration-proof junction before he spoke.

"... what..."

To not be too surprised, the king clogged his words after seeing the miles that unlocked the optical camouflage magic and appeared after he spoke.

That, too, is not impossible. Whatever, the fit of the miles that showed up...

A white costume that is not flashy but clear and elegant. It is a similar type of Ionian kitten, or something like that worn by a goddess in Greek mythology or something.

It is a typical outfit in ancient Greece, which appears to be a seemingly intricate construction, but is in fact a generous (kanyu) garment in the form of a piercing coat, consisting of a single piece of cloth in a rectangle and characterised by a lack of cutting. … in other words, it is quite simple to make.

There are even candles for women, shorter hems for men and shorter hems for children and military personnel. The miles were kept fairly short for ease of movement.

And I'm always familiar with it, carrying wings made of ice crystals, and over my head, I float a circle made of ice crystals as well. I don't know if all the gods and angels in this world float overhead, but somehow they say, 'To God, wheels!' It was a mile's detention.

In addition, ice crystal grains and magic (ask the nanomachine) scattered sparkle of light, adding a similar effect (effect) and making Megamiel, MK (Mark) -II (Two).

Of course, I don't wear a suspicious mask (mask) or anything.

It is unnatural for a goddess to wear such a thing. A goddess who has to hide her face, that's, like, unlikely.

And I have trouble meeting or being searched for somewhere in the future, so I golden the color of my hair and eyes, and I'm a little disguised.

I don't have a picture, and I don't even think I can paint a sketch on this king. So if "Hair Color" and "Eye Color", which are items that occupy a pretty big weight when searching for people, are different, you'll be fine! Miles of gray brain cells thought so.

(... by the way, there is a theory that 'gray brain cells' is not a mistranslation, right?

Indeed, because in the original it is "little grey cells" and "grey cells" means "brain cells" or "brain tissue," "gray white plasma cells," or "extremely smart," the emphasis on "my brain of excellence," or vice versa, and the humility and "my brain of only a little bit," or "gray," is doubled anyway...)

And as always, Miles' 'Gray Brain Cell' was thinking about something that didn't matter.

"No way......, such an idiot! It's fake! You can't fool me!!

He was the king screaming so with a desperate look, but 'it' smiled and said.

"Huh? Fake or nothing, I haven't said anything yet, and you haven't even named me, have you? What the hell do you think it's fake?

I'm just the person you're looking at right now. I can easily break into the deepest part of the royal palace without the soldiers of the guards noticing me, and I can sneak behind it without you noticing me until I speak to you, and leave without anyone noticing me again... "

The king looked pale.

Because that means you can assassinate a king whenever you want.

And the king gently crawled his right hand under the desk. It's sticking there in case, to the knife case......

Shh!

The king threw two throwing knives simultaneously with his right hand without hesitation. I'm getting ready for this kind of thing, and I'm practicing that much. Anyway, because there are many enemies, and their lives are at stake, they practiced seriously, quite seriously.

With that achievement, both knives for throwing hit the target beautifully. On the chest and belly of a suspicious organism, one at a time...

"Yay! Ha, you idiot. Thought the king didn't like martial arts? Prepare for the assassination, this much preparation..."

And I froze in the face of interrupting the dialogue I seemed to be good at, incredible.

"... just a beautiful girl... what, that?

Although I am the one who refers to myself as a 'beautiful girl', there were many people in Japan who called themselves that, so I had no choice. A warrior in sailor clothes or a masked girl......

And when the miles that interrupted the words lowered their gaze, the knife was stabbing. on the chest and abdomen.

"Ah, there's a hole in the clothes that Mr. Pauline made for me because of it! They'll piss me off! They'll piss me off. Whoa, whoa, whoa! No matter how much it's handmade, the fabric isn't free either, see you for free!!

It is a great silence that I have forgotten the setting that I am a goddess, but because the king is also in motion, the dialogue was put through without any suspicion.

Yes, the throwing knife looked like it had stabbed a mile in the chest and belly at first glance, but it was actually just stabbed in the clothes. Mile's 'Goddessy Clothes', which wrapped a lot of piercing clothes around her body, fastened with a lot of clasps and fastened her waist with a belt, also related to the breast size of the mile, was loose and had enough room to hold the stabbed knife without dropping it.

Miles magically stored the knife without using his hands because it was cumbersome and seemed expensive.

"Become..."

Around here, it seemed that the king had finally recognized reality as well.

... that this creature standing in front of me is apparently not a normal little girl.

"Advice......, no, I should have warned you. 'There is no next', and…. What happened to that commander who asked for a message?

"Ugh... I have dismissed the Squadron Leader and put him in jail for the blame (and) for throwing up paranoia of evasion of responsibility without evidence and reducing the morale of the army..."

For some reason, the king honestly answered that.

That was one of the patterns Pauline and Mavis assumed. I felt a little sorry for the commander, so Miles was willing to follow him up a bit.

"Get him out of jail. If you want to see evidence, I'll show you now. Should I blow up this royal palace? Or why don't we burn this country to the ground?

…………

Of course, it's just a haunt. But the king's face was bright blue.