I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"Wow..."

Miles with a smile but no eyes laughing at all.

"That's right..."

I'm not laughing at my eyes or my face, Lena.

"Really..."

And even though my eyes and face are laughing, for some reason my spine gets cold, Pauline's aura.

"Become... something of cover-up magic! But if you were hiding because of it, don't inadvertently show up and just ambush them as they are, good stuff...... Is it a low-rank hunter…"

"Huh? Oh, nothing, you just didn't have to do that because you're not the right person to have to ambush me, right?

"Become!"

The enemy commander, Baron Irimaine, peeled Pauline's eyes at the return of the casual wind.

"Hmm, exaggerate... Regardless of whether three users of Lord Mavis appeared or not, this situation will remain the same to the extent that several hundred hunters relied on by Lord Mavis appeared! Keep quiet and pull in, I'll mourn Lord Mavis later..."

Do you value Mavis very much, Commander, who calls him "Lord" while he is on the enemy's side? And it will be a concern, avoiding in vain increasing the number of the dead of the irrelevant, so that Mavis' body can be entrusted to the hands of his companions without causing them to decay by the streets.

... but.

"Come on!"

"Ku, ku, ku, ku..."

"Ah-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha!

Mavis' laughter echoed.

And Mavis screamed as he wiped his fingers of laughing tears in his eyes.

"I remain wanting the name 'weakest' in the 'Red Pledge'. Yes, the weakest of the four kings! In the first place, you were the master of my sword and the one who taught me so many special moves, the miles there, right?

"" "" "" "Eh..." "" "

Stunning, enemy soldiers.

"No way... three more monsters like this..."

Through a flashing enemy, Mavis asked Miles.

"Miles, healing magic please"

The healing, normally Pauline's in charge, is reassuring to ask Miles now that he has been hit pretty badly and his tendons, joints, and guts suck. Pauline knows that, too, so I wouldn't be offended.

"Oh, don't heal your appearance, just leave it like this"

Mavis to place an order regarding healing.

"That's better..."

"" Because it's cool!!

And my voice is hammered, Mavis and Miles.

"Visceral, skeletal, muscular, vascular, neurological, and more, cell growth to bond, repair! The part that takes time is first aid with ceramic plates and synthetic materials for now. Create synthetic blood, replenish. However, there is no regenerative repair of the skin surface. Keep looking. Giga heels!!

Miles of mysterious healing spells have allowed Mavis to move, albeit far from perfect. And......

"Ah, can Lena and Pauline ask for an escort for the ladies? I'm sorry, but this is me and Miles, and I want to fight with no magic, just a sword."

You would have really wanted to ramble one, but you snorted in silence and walked towards the escorts, Lena and Pauline. Look at that, enemy soldiers who turn pale.

"Ha, in a haphazard..., no, no..."

If you have both sorcerers, you can ramble the attack magic. That alone causes confusion and injury to the enemy and gives him a considerable advantage. But you don't even have to do that, you easily renounce that means.... just for a little meanness.

That is only acceptable to those who do not doubt their victory...

"General, assault is good, no!"

Crisis detection instincts were sounding alarms at maximum volume. Commander, Baron Eilimain hung up on a one-shot battle, but that wasn't what happened.

Mavis had already taken the last bottle of Micros out of his pocket during the conversation. The mile I saw it moved my eyebrows for a moment, but I had nothing to say.

"EX (Extra) - True - Divine Speed Sword!... and braided for my friends, my new power, the supreme depths of Mavis rheumatology, the Mavis circle kingdom (ring)! My, look at the glow of life!!

"Miles and Divine Surprise Sword!

Miles rushed, improvised and pondered the name of the move because Mavis' name is so cool. God is amazed at the swordsmanship, so somewhere, it smelled like pacli.

"It's a shootout!

"Copy that!

Shooting is not about going from here to the enemy, but about having the enemy come where this one wants and intercept.

Originally in a position to protect light warriors and magicians, Mavis and Miles should rush around quickly to disrupt (tease) their enemies and defeat the threatening enemies of their allies as a priority, but this time Lena and Pauline, plus three escort swordsmen, are consolidating their protection with Ogi on their backs. I didn't have to worry about my allies.

And Mavis' body, it's not in good shape yet. Forceful manoeuvres that repeat intense instantaneous outbursts would be burdensome for Mavis. So I chose, it's a shootout.

At any rate, the enemy cannot turn to the escorts ignoring Miles and Mavis. It was foolish of you to say that you would expose your back to your worst enemies, and that you should destroy each and every one of them, such as by dividing your power.

And the biggest reason the Miles opted for a shootout, not a disruptive method of warfare that rushes around quickly. That's......

"Break your heart!

It smashes and breaks my heart to the point where the idea of collecting the remaining power and tracking it again doesn't even occur anymore.

Slowly crushing is the glitch here so as to disturb the mind of the enemy, not to flip what you have declared once. Of course, there can't be soldiers or anything like running away with devastation.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Brain Heaven Tangbamboo cracking.

A sword swung down with all its might from the head of a mile of low height.

Unilateral slaughter, using height difference. Positively, take it with your sword, but lose your strength and keep pushing it.

Pan!

"Huh..."

A sword that never breaks must be faint.

There was no dispersion of power, which was tantamount to knocking a sword on a great rock.

break. If there were any other consequences, it was about the swordsman removing the sword of love.

To that soldier, who flew and retreated reflexively, one of the soldiers who had been severely wounded and rolled to the ground offered his own sword in desperate shape, and said, "I'm sorry," and received the sword.

And all the swords that were swung down and protruded continuously, or simultaneously, were received, paid, and recieved.

"After all, are you a monster too..."

It's the appearance of a young girl yet, a body that doesn't even look muscled on, a very unlikely excellence in martial arts, an amateur rounded figure.... but the sword is fast and heavy.

"But you can't leave! Even if the demon is on the other side, and the goddess is on her side, she can't leave!!

Transform and say, 'Goddess?... Is that such a face?' It was a mile of desperate battle with the temptation to do the story, but that's just how I never could read the air so much...