I Said Make My Abilities Average!

The difference in numbers was brutal.

Imperial soldiers had a less aggressive way of fighting to keep themselves from dying, just because they were forgiven for being forced to die in a battle where victory was certain, but still, there was nothing they could do about the overwhelming difference in force, which, as Lancaster's primary law suggests, rapidly shredded the force of the Baron's army.

Kelvin, a commander but himself, stood and struggled on the front line, but it was also, no longer, the limit.

Though how much I've been practicing swordsmanship since I was a child, and how much my opponent was a miscellaneous soldier, before the overwhelming difference in numbers, there were more cuts in tiredness, not fatal injuries, bleeding, and more weak grips holding the sword, fluttering legs, blurred eyes, and...

Pan!

You can never call it a 'famous sword' or anything else, a few swords broken.

And with that, Kelvin's heart too......

Not missing a gap where the sword broke and the movement stopped for a moment, and a blow fired by enemy soldiers struck Kelvin in the torso.

Although it was not fatally injured thanks to the protective equipment, the damage is not so light, as it is the same as it was accidentally beaten with an iron stick. Originally at the limit, no, Kelvin, who was so beyond the limit, fell and lay down on the spot.

But it was wrapped in a sweet fragrance that this could rest, this would end, rather than pain or carelessness.

(Previously, or... But I did my salary job, and I did my duty. As a Bailiam, there is nothing to be ashamed of... Even if I die like this, nothing..., nothing...)

Kelvin, however, noticed a toge stabbing him in the corner of his mind.

(Oh, to him, I didn't apologize... Again, see him, one word...)

And in the corner of his sight, he blurted out the appearance of an enemy soldier who was about to wave his sword up against himself and down.

"Ah... so..."

Gin!

"Wow!

…………

After a while, there is no sign that the slaughter will take place.

... and some shadow that hangs over itself, blocking the sunlight.

"... who?

Blurred, blurred eyes only know the silhouette of a small figure.

But apparently the only thing this person helped me with was for sure.

"... I've been asked to recruit mercenaries, I'm a hunter"

Under those conditions, I never expected anyone to take the request to recruit mercenaries in a battle where defeat is certain.

It's just a request formally made so that the lord can say, 'I've done everything in my power to defend my territory,' and whatever mercenaries of combat fanatics and predators, it's not the kind of content that hunters receive, and it's not a reasonable amount of reward. It is a bad request, called a 'red request', to the hunters.

No one came this time, even the malicious mercenaries who took it early and earned their daily allowance and fled when it was finally in danger, saying, 'I have other requests, so we're on this...'

That, it was out of Kelvin's expectations that there would be fools in this phase who would take requests that even mercenaries did not receive.

And that the voice is like a girl who's not even old enough to go...

I feel like the voice of a girl in my memory, but it would just be my fantasy in the midst of death. Kelvin, with a slightly hazy head, thought so.

"... How many fools have you got in total?

Of course, 'idiot' in these cases is the utmost praise.

"Alone."

"Huh?"

"I'm alone. How many idiots are there?

To too many replies, it was Kelvin, who solidified for a moment, but laughed out immediately.

"... must be..."

I die here. That fate is unlikely to change.

But I want this, somehow nostalgic, stupid girl to survive.

I think so, when I tried to instruct you to leave here.

From the girl's mouth, a word overflowed (spilled).

"... is your heart on fire now? Is your soul glowing?

"Huh..."

To that word, flattering Kelvin.

That's, I won't forget, the word that girl said that day......

And the only word to answer was this.

"... my heart keeps burning. And my soul is glowing. One girl punched me in the heart and soul, ever since that day..."

"... who are you?

"Oh, my name is..."

"Yeah, your name is so cheap that you can mouth it crawling on the ground..."

To that word, eat all your teeth......

"My name, my name..."

Kelvin fumbles up, using a broken sword to support him.

"Baron Bailiam family five men, Kelvin von Bailiam......, no!

Shake your head, and now pay for the words you say and fly.

"My name is Kelvin! It's Kelvin, the scorching (sniffle) man. Oh!

Sooner or later, Jen-royal Kelvin exclaimed with a broken sword in heaven.

And something, stop moving and look at this one, soldiers on the enemy's side.

"Let me lend you three things. One, this is a fatigue medication."

That's what I said, the mile I took one vial out of the item box.

The contents of the bottle are full of nutrients, not just liquids like 'Micros' that are just packed with nanomachines. And the nanomachines inside instruct in advance the role of decomposition and physical strengthening of fatigue substances in the body.

"Fatigue Flies Pong Medicine, Hilopo......, No, No, No, It's 'Fatigue Flies Pong Medicine'!

"... isn't it..."

But go through Kelvin's words......

"Next, let me lend you this. But I'll have it back later, because it's my sword of love!

That said, pull the sword out of the sheath and give it to Kelvin for miles. It also means emphasizing the will not to hand over the sheath is to have it absolutely returned.

And take that sword, with a serious look, in silence, Kelvin.

Normally, swordsmen entrust their swords of love to others, etc., without much more to do.

Miles didn't think about it at all.... because I'm not a swordsman, I'm a magician.

"… and the last thing I lend you is, of course, … my power"

That's what I said, and all of a sudden the mile to start a simple chant.

"Launch fireworks, explode from below? Explode from the side? Serial firing!!

Chidu, chidu, chidu!

Zero altitude, that is, one blast after another on the ground, burst magic mimicking fireworks.

For sprinkling sparks flashly and bursting, it's less lethal. However, the effect of the threat was remarkable.

Screaming and running away confused (madu), the connections and people's walls broke apart, the enemy soldiers in havoc. And there opened a path leading to the enemy's main formation.

And after taking a quick dose of the fatigue recovery pills given to me by Miles and staring at Miles' face with his clearly visible eyes...

"Burning Kelvin, come!

Kelvin single-rides into the enemy formation and miles to follow it. And the soldiers on our side who followed it.

... was the birth of a hero.

And watching it from the shadow of the building of the territorial capital, The Waist Losers who declined to intercept, aroused or burst out of the shadow of the building at the same time. Some of them, though with swords in their hands, had already removed their protective gear and changed into ordinary civilian clothing.

… When they saw it, the people of the city, who thought, 'An ordinary civilian took part in the battle with a weapon in his hand,' joined them, with their own hands and with the blades, tools, farm tools, and all sorts of other things that were nearby.

Soldiers, such as soldiers who consume a variety of things and do not produce supplies or money, are only 1-2 percent of the population in normal times, even in emergencies, with a limit of 5 to 10 percent at most, 10 percent, etc., which is only temporary, and even then a figure that creates major problems for the development of the country after the war.

There is no way of emptying the defense of one's territory, and from a population ratio, such as the number of troops used for aggression without unscrupulous conscription, it is not a big deal. Whatever the whole empire has moved, it may be the number of soldiers the poor Counts on the border can put out to expand their territory.

There, assault magic of ridiculous magnitude is knocked down in a row, heroes appear on the enemy's side, and dozens of times as many enemies as their own arrive.

Human beings, if they are willing to die, are not as different in their power as they thought.

Not to mention how many trained soldiers, surrounded by dozens of civilians wielding bamboo spears, marutai, hammers, knives, etc., there's no way you can beat them.

Lost.

It was the only choice made by junior soldiers who had little to do with their situation, whether they won the battle or lost.

Do you return to your family alive, even if it is a loss? Or will they be slaughtered by civilians in an exotic country?

I don't even have to think about which one to choose.

Suck it, I've decided to win or lose...