Greetings, Automata Maid

er know how Mir fights, or how to properly support her.
That would make her just a person traveling with us, not part of the party.
In the worst case Mir could end up feeling like a parasite feeding off our success, and not a true friend.

“My apologies, I’ll stand back.”
“Don’t overthink it either now.
Anyway, let’s see what we can do to help.
If she goes too crazy, we can help make it work, so just observe carefully.”
“Got it.”

Mir is crossing swords with a goblin.
Her dwarven blood gives her plenty or raw strength to overpower goblins, but her skill with a blade is still lacking.
All she’s been doing this entire time is swinging her sword broadly and aimlessly.

If she lands a blow, the effect will be powerful, but her defense is full of holes, and easy to target.
Even the dumb goblins noticed that.
Essentially she’s a wildcard.
On top of that, she’s using a light single handed sword.
She lacked the strength and speed for her attacks to be lethal.

She misses again.

A goblin decides to use that opening and swings its own sword.
Mir manages to evade the attack, but everything repeats itself again.
I shoot a regular bullet to the goblin’s sword.
There’s a high pitched cling and the sword flips in the air a few times before landing on the ground a distance away.

“Gya gya!”

The goblin holds its hand, probably from pain to his fingers.
I had given her a big opening, and Mir knew what to do.

“Yaahh!”

She runs and swings at the goblin’s torso, red blood oozing from its green skin.

“Alright!”

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Mir turns to her next target and holds her sword ready.
Just in case, I shoot the fallen goblin’s head, and then look at the one Mir is fighting against now.
Before it can do anything, I shoot its shoulder and leg.
Unable to hold his weapon and stand up, it easily falls to Mir’s blade.

I look beside me and see Ophelia also start to work, using simple spells to blast goblins away.
Though she did that chantless and without magic circles.
Maybe there’s no need to worry anymore.

“Gagyaa!”

The last goblin falls, and we finally get to relax.

“Natalia, thanks for the help.
It got much easier thanks to you.”
“It was all you, you really cut through them with your sword.”

Though I wish her aim was more accurate.

“Mir, are you sure you want to leave this behind?”

Ophelia picks up the sword from a goblin she defeated.
It was longer than a regular sword, but shorter than a great sword.
It was almost the same size as Mir when she held it.

“Isn’t this a cavalry sword though?”
“It appears that way.
But I think it might fit your fighting style better.”

As an A rank adventurer, it’s easy for Ophelia to understand Mir’s way of fighting.

“Thank you very much, I’ll try it out.”

Mir bows deeply, then sticks her current sword into the ground, and fastens the longer one to her back with a leather belt.

“Ah, what should we do with my old sword though? It feels like a waste to leave it here.”
“Let me take care of that.”
“Hwha-?”

I put her sword in my magic storage.

“If there’s anything else I can carry just tell me, okay?”

For some reason Mir’s eyes were round, and her mouth kept opening and closing like a fish’s.
Ophelia shakes her head.

“I’m sorry about that, she still lacks some common sense.”
“I never thought Mistress would be the one to say that.
And anyone can do this if they practice enough, it’s nothing special.”
“Not anyone, ever.”

She might have cheat-level skills, but I didn’t want to be the same as her.
And it was her who told me the magic storage spell was one of the simplest there is.