I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"Hehe, guys, you'd be surprised. Well, I wonder at what time it would be coolest to reveal..."

Mavis walks down the street with a slightly sloppy look.

There are no tents, beds, blankets, etc. because there are no miles, but the average traveler does not carry such things.... Especially a bed or something.

If you have such a thing, a cape, you don't need it. It is only two days a night. Water and food are sufficient in bags hung on the shoulders. Along the way, there are places where water can be supplied.

... By the way, I don't use backpack bags because they don't unload immediately when they are ambushed and get in the way of battle. Not much of a problem if you're a magician, but it affects you considerably for a swordsman.

As Mavis walked around with all sorts of fun plans in mind, he heard a rushed, chopped feather.

"Please hold on! If the carriage passes, I'll ask you to give me a ride! That way, until the next city...... If you get to the city, you can arrange a doctor, so have some patience now!

In the streets, there are no figures. When Mavis looks in the direction his voice was heard...

Sitting on the grass by the street, there was a girl about 15-16 years old brought to the tree and three men surrounding her. The men, all in their mid-thirties or so, bear swords. Probably a girl's escort. I'm not like a hunter, so rich ladies and escorts you carry, etc...

Mavis thought, suddenly ill or something, but if he was ill, there was nothing he could do. If there were three of them with him, he wouldn't have his turn. Though I thought so and tried to keep passing.

It reaches the nasal cavity all the time, smells like blood.

The eyes were reflexively energized and vision was enhanced by nanomachines in the body. The physical strengthening of the "True and Divine Speed Sword" is the unconsciously activated form. And what I saw in that eye was...

(blood?)

Yes, it was the color of red and black blood on the girl's clothes.

"What's wrong?

When he stopped and spoke to the four people beside the street, the men reflexively laid their hands on the sword pattern and set themselves up.

(Ahhh, I wonder if I failed...)

I am one woman who has only walked the streets normally, even though I have swords. I'm not that weird looking, I don't think I'm a rogue face,...

Yet being so alert and buried is allergic.

Are we backing ourselves, … or are we being chased by our enemies?

And maybe, the latter.

The tension that ran for a moment loosened for Mavis to be alone, and apparently determined to be distinct from the enemies they envisioned, with the men's hands away from the sword pattern.... However, the alarmed appearance was devoid of shards, and the ability to draw swords at any time had not collapsed.

"I'm sorry, but do you have anything that might help with the blood or pain? If there is one, I want to give it to you. Of course, I'll thank you enough!

Of the three seemingly escorts, begged to do so by the seemingly leader, but Hate (unfortunately), Mavis did not have a medication-like combination either. The Red Vow, which has two amazing healing magic users, does not require expensive medicines, and Pauline did not allow the wasted expenses.

"I'm sorry, I have the pills with me too......, ah!

Mavis looked as if he'd been surprised.

"Can I show you a scratch and wear it?

It is the complexion of a young woman. If it were a man, it might have been rejected, but Mavis was a woman, and he had an earlier, somewhat tactful attitude. The leader's man nodded with the thought of the straw.

Mavis walks by and gently wraps around the girl's clothes.

"Ugh..."

Earlier, one of the escorts said, "In a carriage, to the city," but that's unlikely to keep it. And this wound, it was an alley.

"... by dagger, stab wound. Did you avoid it just before, or did someone intervene to avoid a fatal injury..."

The escorts are looking at each other, but they're just confused, and it's not like they're going to do anything in particular. So Mavis decided to do what he came up with. Yes, Mavis wasn't the kind of person who could kill a girl.

"Now, due to the secrets of my clan, I would like to try to treat this girl"

"" "Oh!

The escorts raised a voice full of surprises and expectations.

"Or not! Surely, this thank you..."

Mavis blocked the word of the escort leader by raising his right hand.

"However, there are conditions for that."

You're going to look at your feet and blow up a hell of a reward. You thought so, the faces of the escorts got a little steep, but Mavis didn't give a shit about that.

"There are three conditions: One thing, trust me, don't talk or interfere along the way. Two, I don't hear anything about this secret. Mitsu, I won't tell anyone about this.... can you protect and wear it?

The escorts snorted at that condition, which was completely different from what they had thought.

That was natural and common sense for those who would use the secret of the clan rather than conditions. There is no way I can betray anyone who has tried to help my dear master's daughter.

"God and swear by our honor!

Hearing the words of the oath, Mavis also nodded loudly.

"… So, here we go"

With that said, Mavis gripped the sword pattern with his right hand, about ten centimeters, and revealed his sword body. He then gently placed his left arm against the blade and moved slightly.

It is said that Western swords cannot be cut, but it is mainly about horseback swords (long swords) and such, which are used against opponents wearing armor, and it is not about 'not cutting', it is just about 'not making it for that kind of performance because it doesn't need to be cut well'. So a normal sword, it cuts pretty good.

And the blood that conveyed his arms wet Mavis' palms.

He did not cut his fingers or palms to avoid affecting his grip on the sword.

Mavis then removed one small metal container from his pocket. Familiar and microscopic.

Micros, however, is only a 'liquid with a lot of nanomachines' and has no effect on itself. It's not like potion. So whether you let him drink this or shake it up, it doesn't work for injuries, illnesses, anything.

Mavis included the micros in his mouth. And after wrinkling her forehead and thinking about it for a while, she held the girl's body roughly.

"" Become... ""

Reflectively, the leader grabbed his shoulder and held onto one escort who inadvertently tried to separate the two.

"I swore I would trust you and leave you to it. No hands!"

And Mavis gently pressed his left hand palm, wet in blood, against the girl's flank wound, slowly closing his face to the girl's face and... gently mouthing.

"" "Yeah, yeah, yeah!

"Ma, wait, wait, wait. Yeah, yeah!"

A man earlier this time held down a leader who grabbed Mavis' shoulder and tried to pull him off.

"Didn't you believe it!

"Yes, no, I do.... but yes!!

At first she was a girl who was surprised and opened her eyes in full circles, but her face stained bright red, and her eyes closed.

"Aah! Aah! Aah!

And the sad cry of the escort leader sounded...

"Pfft!"

A dozen seconds passed that could be felt forever for the escorts, and Mavis finally took his face off the girl.

And the girl who turned bright red and kept her eyes closed.

Guards with complex expressions with no place to do thoughts.

And in a subtle atmosphere, Mavis screamed in a somewhat descriptive tone, keeping his hand on the girl's wound.

"With the secret medicine poured out of my mouth, with my 'chi' and the power of 'chi' pouring out of my wound via blood, the damaged part, heal!

Of course, there's no need for such a spell. "Qi" for healing has already been sent in earlier.

It was just a spell cast by Mavis, who felt at stake in the delicate atmosphere on this occasion, for the sake of explaining the current situation.

When the procedure is over and a paragraph is made, the escorts scream simultaneously for questioning. It was Mavis' best measure of self-defense that I foresaw...