I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"… then, please come this way"

"" "" Huh?

There were no guards showing up from the mansion, no encirclements or surprise attacks from the rear that I expected, and I was led to the mansion just for a really short wait, four miles in decent shape.

(What's going on...)

(No matter what they say about it...)

It doesn't make any sense to try and have that conversation whispered to me.

(This is an alley, a pattern of sudden attack from the shadows or poison in the tea served!

No, not a lethal poison, but the possibility of using numbing pills or something...)

(((I see...)))

To Pauline's reasoning, the three of them leak convincing voices.

Indeed, it would be natural for the Miles to try to see who requested it and where the information was leaked from.

Then you don't have to bother playing around on the doorstep to attract the attention of the neighbors, damage expensive doorway building materials, destroy conditioning, and casualtize the guards in vain.

It will be the usual means of passing them through as they wish, inviting them into the back, and then being alert.

So everyone was on guard, especially when passing in front of the door or at the corner of the hallway, nervous and wary of the bees.

... except for miles.

Miles are also, of course, wary, but there was no way they could help and spare their power in a situation such as this: 'an unintentional blow could kill one of their people instantly', which was only marginal because they knew that ambushes weren't lurking because they used exploratory magic from the beginning.

And the butler in the guide stopped in front of a certain door and knocked lightly.

"… we have brought our customers"

"Get in!"

When it comes to guests, they are unknown civilians without apologies, but also people who have said something outrageous: 'Slave Beast Girls', etc. Moreover, it is the bottom layer among the civilian population, the new American hunter.

Regardless of whether you are the owner of a big store or something, you are not in a very decent position to deal with them. I can't help but be treated differently or have a great attitude.

... or, in fact, 'great'.

The very fact that they were allowed into the mansion was unlikely, unless they were up to something.

Of course, that clearly tells the Miles that this nobleman is up to something...

And the butler opened the door, and what was in the eyes of Miles...

A middle-aged man with thick, thin hair who sat in an expensive looking chair across a large table.

And stand to its left and right, three men who look like escorts.

I would have decided that if I were two girls less than the Miles, but not even twenty years old, and about two minor children, I would have no problem.

Besides, did you even think that if you took one away, the Count himself could deal with it himself if he was just one little girl...

No matter how fat you are, even assuming you were a noble man, you would have done about as much as a sword workout when you were younger, and it is common sense that a hidden weapon is planted at the table or somewhere, even if it looks like a whole hip at first sight.

"Hmm. As reported, you've got all the beauties. Take your seats."

I don't know if you decided to meet as an operation or if you were willing to meet a visitor when you heard she was a young woman, but for once, it seemed like you were going to talk.

……

And the miles who get to their seats in silence.

Somehow, everyone, it was an unnatural look as if they were consciously pretending to be calm.

Perhaps he was a little happy to have been told 'all beauties'.

In the current position of the Count, there is no need for clear flattery. Besides, I don't even think what you're saying right now is a word to get them in the mood.... I mean, honestly, it just seemed genuine: 'I thought so'.

No matter how many bad guys they are, if they are truly admired, I don't feel bad about them as women.

Even if that's the word of a bastard (Guess) with thoughts......

The seats are available in four legs according to the number of miles. farthest away from where the Count sits.

Humans, when trying to move from sitting to attacking motion, really slow down their movements. Also, because the table will get in the way, it will not be possible to slash it straight towards the Count, and even if it tries to go around and attack it, it will be easily stopped by the escorts, who remain on both sides of the Count's seat.

… which means that sitting the Miles will greatly increase the Count's safety. Nothing, not that I cared about civilian visitors.

All around it were the miles who took their seats, knowing everything.

... Well, everyone can remotely attack by unchanging, chanting abridged magic, and the power of 'Qi': 'Red blood is fine!' For the people, that doesn't have a huge impact. Except for Mavis, you can use defensive magic, and even for Mavis, if you only have time for the escorts to pull out their swords and circle the table, you can do enough to pull out their swords while standing up.

"... so what can you new American hunters do for me, the noblemen?

Of course, the dialogue I said on the front porch would be conveyed, but it goes through and says shaggy and so, Count.

"Yes, the Count has bought it, for the beast man of slavery, a little..."

Delicate discussions are, of course, Pauline's responsibility.

There is no other human being who can normally talk to noble opponents using respectful language without getting into fights from the start.

Mavis said that was a bit muddled because talking to the Count would probably result in noble words and deeds. So it is Pauline's choice here.

"Slave Beast Man? Don't know...... If such a person existed, it would be important.

What do you think would happen if you suddenly shoved it up to the nobleman's house without proof and said something like that?

Do you know what you're talking about?

The Count, it seems, intends to cut only a sledge.

But when Pauline turned her gaze slightly towards the mile, she moved her head up and down to see if the mile was slight.

... Yes, it is a 'go on' signal.

Miles can detect organisms around them by exploratory magic. And I was able to identify to some extent what the detected goal was. There's an identification of whether that's a human or an elf or a demon,... or an animal man.

In other words, the signal now was that Miles had determined that there were beastmen in this mansion.

So......

"Yes, I am sure of that"

……

Pauline and the other three.

And how will the Count come out?

(Here, 'Doctor, please!' I guess......)

When Miles thinks so......

"... ah!

Somehow, the Count suddenly looked strange and spoke out.

And he gave instructions to the butler who was standing at the door.

"Bring me Lilia"

"Yes."

No matter how bad an attitude nobleman may be, he says to his servant, 'Bring it!' It seemed to be polite language at first, not an order tone like that.

(It's hard when a butler level servant resents me and informs a hostile aristocrat, makes me corrupt and scratches my sleeping neck...)

Miles had that in mind, but it's not as if servants would betray their employers that way.

It's not a matter of loyalty, but if you find out, you can kill all the clan members, so you can't risk it.

And less than a minute later, the butler came back.

... take a 4-5 year old girl and a 6-7 year old boy who pulled that hand...

Boys wear pretty good clothes. Exactly, it feels like The Noble Child. And the girl wears a piece, like a slightly wealthy civilian child wearing, which doesn't seem that expensive.... and on its head, two cats...

"" "" Huh?

From what I've seen, my hair is fluffy, my cheeks are plump, my nutritional status looks good, and I don't look injured. And he was smiling and in a good mood.

In this short time, I don't think I had time to get dressed or get my hair done. In other words, this would be the normal state.

And Pauline called out to the girl she feared, even though she had difficulty judging.

"... Oh, you know, Shelly..., right? Your parents and the villagers are worried. Join us, in the village..."

"No, no, no, no! I don't want to go back to that place. I'm gonna be the kid here. Whoa, whoa!

"" "" What is it, Sora, that way!!

I don't know why, it was the miles...