I Said Make My Abilities Average!

In the end, after that, I usually ended up hunting without the 'Red Pledge' showing my melee arms.

I didn't run into the right flock of goblins and cobolts, and the flock of orcs and orgasms are too heavy to deal with in melee fights for Lena and Pauline, whose scores are canes (staff), regardless of if they fight with magic. And with the exception of Mavis, he didn't even think he could show more skill than 'Wondersley', so he stopped being forced into melee combat.

As for the transport of prey, it was all to be accommodated in the storage of miles, as an 'exclusion from application' of the rule that mileage was omitted. Failure to bring back the prey for a reason, for example, meant that I was sorry for the defeated prey, and that the hunting gods and Pauline could not have allowed it.

…………

And at dinner, three people, "Red Vows," who are acting normal but somehow strange.

Tomorrow, after breakfast, I plan to stay on my way home. And after noon we get to the King's Capital.

Of course, six non-mileage people carry sandbags as weights in place of prey.

That did not constitute an exclusion from application at the direction of the magistrate (miles)......

"The Red Vow" and "Wondersley" each eat what they have prepared, but the place is the same, sitting around the burning fire together.

I'm not hostile to anything, so separate and separate, not that. If they did that, neither party would do that, because they no longer knew which way to put it, and in the middle of both, it was easy to deduce that they would stand up to one potpound.

Still, although each party was close to Miles, the others had only met each other once before, and that too, the Lenas had just watched in silence so that Miles could talk slowly with 'Wondersley'.... I mean, it's very much the same as the first time we met.

There are not many common topics besides what we do as hunters, and stories as hunters have been difficult to talk about in relation to what we are now battling for.

… which means that waving a topic that is no difficulty to both parties to boost the conversation will be the role of Miles, their mutual friend….

(... I can't! I can't, I can't, I can't, okay no!!)

There was no way I could use such a super advanced rear charging technique for miles. Too, too difficult......

So Miles is in a very busy, hellish state where he talks to 'Wondersley', talks to 'Red Vow', talks to 'Wondersley', talks to 'Red Vow'...

(Hiya ok no!!)

Normally, Marcella and Lena were supposed to be the ones who could take proper account of it.

However, because of the circumstances, neither of them had an attitude of intimidation or restraint, or watching how the other person came out, and it was not an atmosphere of very belly breaking and friendly bickering.

Besides, Miles remains forbidden to work as a hunter, fight, or give magical related advice because 'this joint order' is not over yet. This makes it impossible for Miles to act as a entertainer (hostess). They say it's difficult without that kind of restriction......

That's why we've been squirming for a while, but at first both were in the position of 'Friends of Miles (Adele)', and furthermore, new American parties (though 'Red Vows' recently returned 'New America') only for the same young woman, of which we started to exchange words with each other, a relaxing mile...

Easy to finish your meal the next morning and throw back as soon as you are.

Six people other than miles go home with big bags (sandbags simulating meat from prey), so they don't eat a full tummy.

And......

"... it's heavy..."

…………

Marcella, who was just a sandbag, because of her impoverishment or even too much limit, and Lena, who saw it and was responsible for the same amount of sandbags, walked loosely with a distressed face.

"Pea! Mr. Lena and Mr. Marcella, Pea!!

If you were so flustered, if you were ambushed by demons and bandits, you'd be hit without a busy fight! Besides, if you can't do that much, you're going to fall asleep with muscle aches one day tomorrow, another few days when you're bad. That's a huge loss to reject!

Exactly, miles I couldn't help but pinch my mouth. Perhaps because it is a common denominator between the two sides, it is no longer a point of view.

"" Ah... "

You understand our failures, Reduce the number of sandbags we carry with our bad-looking faces, Lena and Marcella. And miles to store that sandbag.

Even when it comes to sand bags, I don't throw them away because it takes time to prepare bags, go where there is sand, pack them, and stitch them together. It would also be useful someday......

And finally a line back to the inn about it.

"... I'm tired..."

"That's right..."

"I don't usually carry anything this heavy, no matter what I walk..."

In front of Marcella and the others, Marcella and Monica, Oriana, who agree with it, are fine, unlike the Lena and the others who have the attitude that even the will doesn't throw up words like that.

Yes, 'Wondersley' doesn't receive requests to carry too heavy stuff, except when he jointly hunts oak with other parties or something for practice. Dedicated (mopa) and others, such as requests for escorts, collection of expensive medicinal herbs and rare materials, and requests to crusade demons that can't take much of the materials for sale, are the main entities that do not have much more luggage to return to.

The request to compete with the amount to be brought home, etc., was not covered from the outset unless there was some reason.

And I didn't really care if there were 'some weakness, something we couldn't do with effort alone' in the non-specialist part because we cut it off as' we're a party of that style '.

We don't take requests like that, we just need to take requests that we're good at, so that's fine.

In the first place, most of the hunter's life in the school lasted eight months a year only received "certain jobs". This was now the case with biased orders, etc.

"The Red Vow" was a leap forward (doing) in an attempt to show that we were worthy of being Miles' party buddies.

But 'Wondersley' thought that Miles (Adele) could never sort out his people (along with them), let alone consider 'strengths and weaknesses due to strength' etc..., no, I didn't care about that at all because I was' knowing '.

Marcella responded to Lena's proposal for a standing request joint order, saying, 'For now, we can't talk about not seeing each other's strengths,' and took it.

But that was never the idea of 'deciding which is stronger, which determines the pros and cons, and thereby the party to which the miles subscribe', etc.

Lena and the others insist on knowing how strong 'Wondersley' is, so for once, I just did it on it.

Marcella and the others did not consider themselves superior to the Red Vow.

It is a specialized distorted (snoring) occupational (job) composition, where students were merely requesting escorts on rest days with one hassle of schooling.... and hardly anything like being attacked.

That, just a few times "attacked," too, happens to be just chimps and stupid low-ranking hunters hanging around, not assassins, bandits, noble private soldiers or anything. So I also have little experience in interpersonal combat.

... Well, 'a little special magic' or something, I suppose you could fight pretty well...

We arrived at the inn around 2 noon bells (3 pm), so we didn't eat lunch like this, and everyone who decided to come up for dinner gathered in the 'Wondersley' room, each sitting back in bed, and started talking about the joint order instead of this reflection......

Miles of 'Export Restrictions' have been lifted because the work is already done.

And let's start with Marcella......

"Again, as hunters, you're much stronger than us at The Red Vow.

Well, given the difference in experience and the original talent, it's natural... "

"" "Huh?

After all, Lena and the others, who thought they were going to say, 'We are better', looked surprised.

If we're talking about 'which is stronger', of course, we can say with confidence that it's our own. But when they say 'ability as a hunter', 'red vows' have exposed too much ugliness over the last three days. I expected Marcella and the others to poke there and claim that Wondersley was better, and I couldn't argue with that.

But Marcella didn't. And I didn't know we would admit our loss...

(I guess you gave up miles...)

It wasn't impossible for Lena to think so either.

But......

"You all go for A-rank with superior ability, and you make a lot of money, don't you?

"... Yeah, yeah..."

Around it, he talks about it as' our goal 'during a chat.

"So..."

"So?"

"You are all stepped (poorly) towards becoming A-rank hunters and making money, and Adele, who doesn't want that and wants plain, unobtrusive, normal happiness, as a C-rank hunter with us, you just have to go around the world doing something relaxing, funny, and fun. For a while......, yes, ten years or so.

That way, we're 23. Therefore, if you return to B-rank, you will have the face that you were training, and by then, His Royal Highness the Prince will be married to the Queen, so Mr. Adele will be safe.

Exactly, you won't be able to force Mr. Adele to be your concubine or mistress anyway, so don't worry about that.

Neither would I, at that age, be persevered anymore......

And then, in Mr. Adele's territory, we each caught a good lord, and four people were friendly and family guru...

Four friendly classmates on a fun and magnificent adventure!

...... sparkle......

Miles of eyes sparkled.

(((they did aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!)))

And stunned to open his eyes, it was Lena and the others...