My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

After the discussion with the acrobatician Alexia, the next was a discussion with the person in charge of the magic equipment side, which could be called the two wheels of the car.

Noir, like Alexia, is involved in Hell's plan to take a glimpse of one end of a recreated ancient magical civilization and to reflect that knowledge in modern times.

Of course, we have parallel product manufacturing for the invasion operation, so we should be as busy as Alexia, so let's ask him how he's doing without getting in the way.

However, magic and magic equipment are difficult to understand by wrapping a circle around with ingenuity, so even if you listen to the explanation, you may not understand.

"... so I came to check on the progress."

"Shouldn't we have remeasured the timing?

When Noir went to the workshop where the magic equipment was being manufactured, he left his seat in the wrong way.

Instead, he was working with Bran, the twin sister of Noir, a woman with pure white hair on the opposite side, who looked just like Noir.

This is a workshop located in a detention facility under the control of the Knights of Silver Wings.

Although there was no choice, it was a facility to punish Blanc for giving to the Wizard Army in the Wizard War and making him perform professional labor that only wizards could do.

"Just check the progress, that's all. I have no idea what expertise I have."

"Well... you haven't forgotten what I did to you, have you?

"Of course, when Falcon made his first mistake, it was certainly you who told him to cut me off for the sake of his ass."

Answering as if it were a public story, Bran distorted his face painfully and strayed.

Maybe this is trying to deceive awkwardness.

It was strange, and when I challenged the "Thousand Years of the Narrows Corridor" as part of the party, I had no idea what Bran was thinking, but now I can understand it somehow.

Compared to the previous one, I must have been able to afford to pay attention to the subtleties I had overlooked before.

"Like I said before, I'm not gonna drag the old grudges anymore. I'm so busy every day that I can't say that, I'm so full."

It is true that Falcon and Blanc were (...) grudged (...) (...) in the case of being left behind in the depths of the dungeon and wandering around the dead line, but even now, when it comes to grudging (...) (...), it is a lie.

Falcon and Julia the Swordsman were transformed by the Dragon Man in the experiment of the Demon King Gandalf, tied to themselves and became the enemy of the Demon King Army, and finally taken to King's Landing, announcing that they would advance themselves and cooperate in the study of dragon manipulation.

Blanc followed the Demon King by his own will without modification, then lost his left arm and became a prisoner of Agart Lam. After being chased both physically and mentally, Blanc was taken into custody by the Silver Wing Knights.

The full life of the weapon dealer and the end of those who abandoned me at that time were enough to cool down the hate in me.

"I'm absolutely... jealous, really. I want you to change it if possible."

"Haha, that's impossible to talk to. But you look better than before, don't you?

"... compared to before you got caught. It was a terrible time for both body and mind."

Blanc continues to assemble magic tools on the workbench with a self-taunting smile.

The left hand, which has been replaced by a supple, state-of-the-art prosthesis, seems to be moving precisely without hindrance.

"So, this is the progress. I only assemble the product, so I don't know what's going on with the research. Ask her."

"Okay, I'll talk to Noir later. How's the assembly going?

"Of course it's going well. Maybe it'll be over sooner than planned."

"That's good. Honestly, it was a pretty rude order, so I thought I might miss it."

Both diversion and infiltration units require a lot of ingenuity and magic tools.

The magicians were gathered to form a small union with Alexia's apostle, but the wizards who valued personal research were a little poorly gathered and wondered if they could satisfy the demand for magic equipment.

However, if things are going well around here, we can reassure ourselves that we can allocate the rest of our resources to the development of new equipment.

Now that I've finished my business, I thought it was time to take a break, and Bran stopped working and spoke to me casually.

"Hey... it looks like we're going to have a big operation, but after all... will Noir join us?

"Maybe. Even though there are more Wizards in Green Hollow, only a handful of them have fought together. I'd like you to come and talk to me about the White Wolf, if possible."

The Knights of the White Wolves are about to arrive, and they need the Wizard's help no matter what anyone thinks.

While confronting the remnants of ancient magical civilization, ancient magic does not seem to be equipped even with modern magic, but is literally like dying.

And if you understand each other's personalities and fighting styles, and you become a wizard outside the Knights with sufficient strength, you'll be able to name Melissa after someone other than Noir.

"... this is just a request or a suggestion... but I wonder if I might be involved in the operation in any way."

"You?

Bran's expression is serious.

I don't feel like I have any other intention.

"I'm not asking you to incorporate it into a real operation. Can I use the back chores? If I'm going to break into Agart Lam's home base, I want to get involved and give them back their feelings."

"Where did you hear about the operation? I should have told you...."

"The Knights of the Silver Wings have been asking questions for a long time. Have you ever remembered Agart Lamb? If you do that, you're sure you don't like it."

Well, that's true.

If they keep asking back the information about Agat Lam, who should have confessed before, and if they order a lot of magic equipment that they still think is only ready for battle, everyone will realize, "I'm going to do something big with Agat Lam."

"When it comes to bail, it's not really my call. There's just a great Silver Wings guy coming, so I'll let him through. Bran wants to help Noir."

"Nh....! That's not what I meant...!

Blanc tried to object with a slight redness on his white cheeks, but he immediately clasped his mouth and shut up.

And as I was about to leave the workshop, I was distracted and murmured.

"... thank you."

"Don't expect anything."

I laughed at Blanc from afar and dived through a thick door to see Noir.