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

- Just around that time, the exploration base of the fourth tier of the "Ark of Elements" is complete.

The White Wolf Shop noir was visiting the Silver Wings Knights facility set up in Green Hollow Town by itself.

Usually, when she takes to these facilities, it is normal in the form of accompanying her employer, Luke Whitewolf.

But today...... no, if we were to visit this facility, not just today, it was only natural to visit one person on an exceptional basis.

Not business, not orders.

It is very personally motivated behavior, but therefore.

"Oh, um..."

"Oh, Mr. Noir. Please wait a moment. I'll check the status of the visit."

The knight, who was at the entrance, sees Noir alone and sees the matter, returning to the back of the branch without having to be briefed.

Then I set aside for a while and turned back with an irresistibly puzzled look.

"Well, the client seems to be in the middle of something... and Mr. Noir asked if we could talk together."

"... the client... could it be..."

"This is Sir Ambrose. Looks like he had some kind of professional conversation..."

"Ya, I knew......!

When Noir heard the name, he hurried the knight on duty to his cell.

This is a holding facility under the control of the Silver Wings Knights.

The person she wanted to see was her real sister - Bran from the Devil's Guide Canyon.

Both the brave Falcon were once captives of Gandalf the Demon King, a woman imprisoned for cooperating with the Demon King's army.

It was thought to have been debated at the hands of Noir during the showdown with the Demon King's Army, but after he also survived in an unexpected way to himself and was forced to submit to the executives of Agate Lamb, he was captive on the part of mankind to the fold of crusading that executives… is something that everyone involved knows.

Redemption is now incarcerated in this facility as part of punishment and continues in the form of information about the Demon King's Army and Agate Lamb, as well as subcontracting work on the production of demonic props.

Sir Ambrose, also a wizard, visited Blanc like that... there couldn't be any deep meaning there.

"... Bran...!

"Oh, sister. You never got tired of coming back."

Stepping into a beautiful cell in every corner because of the new building, a voice is thrown that often passes over the iron lattice for the visit.

Lord of the Voice - Bran, with white hair opposite her sister, Noir, and her living copy face, had a mocking grin at Noir, who jumped into the meeting space.

I'm not actually mocking you, this is the unusual behavior.

Yes, Bran hasn't changed anything from normal.

Behind Noir's worries, Bran looked like he felt no threat whatsoever, even in front of Sir Ambrose, who covered his face and complexion.

"I thought I'd do a bad imitation."

"Yes, no... that's not it..."

"Don't worry. I didn't bring in any strange tasks."

Sir Ambrose has been sitting on this side of the chair separating Bran from the cage, tilting his body and putting his face on the noir - although his face is hidden with a hood and forehanging - and turning.

Noir has long wondered if he can see things even though he's frontally hiding his face, but he's never seen anything in his sight that's troubling him before.

At least, I'm not acting invisible but unimpeded, and my vision seems to be functioning properly in this state.

Cui Eye: "This case has nothing to do with the White Wolf Knights, but it's a job that involves my former Knights. No... doesn't that mean it's completely irrelevant? Either way, I assure you, I can put my chest up as a feat."

With that said, Sir Ambrose moved one hand and urged him to look at Blanc, not himself.

White skin. White, long hair. White robe for prisoners.

Seems to be the same outfit as at my usual visit...... obviously uncomfortable when I look closely.

"... Ah. Left, arm..."

Bran's left sleeve, sitting in a cell chair, is clearly swollen enough to be seen even from the entrance.

Blanc lost his left arm in a showdown at Demon King Castle.

Naturally, the left sleeve of the prisoner's robe should be sagging, but it was there today.

"Well, that's... Blanc, what the hell..."

"My acquaintance asked me to."

It was Sir Ambrose, not Blanc, who answered the confusing noir question.

"Some wizards belonging to Cui Eye are studying the means to make up for lost limbs. I've tested the prototype."

"Look, you're doing great."

Bran rolled up his sleeve and exposed his man-made left arm.

It was a pottery-smooth artifact, with puppet-like structural joints in the same position as humans, and they seemed to be moving according to Bran's will.

"I'm challenging the same research theme from a different approach, and I'm working with each other. Look, since the war's been going on for a long time, it wouldn't be uncommon for a guy to lose one or two of his arms or legs, would it? If there's a lot of demand, it's easy to raise money... is this irrelevant?"

"If it's true, I guess it's a good idea to let a wounded knight try it, but it's a prototype, so they have a lot of glitches. So with magical knowledge and skill, I've been able to try and figure out what's wrong with me. So I'm turning to you. Convinced?

Noir remains a pompous face, alternating between Sir Ambrose and Blanc opening his mouth to dictate his gaze.

But he quickly regained his mind hah and pointed out that as a girlfriend she was quite loud and could not be overlooked.

"... this is like... Agate Lamb's, the automatic doll's...!

"Oh, you're absolutely right"

Sir Ambrose fully affirmed that allegation.

The Ripper of the Night: "He's a pretty high ranking knight, too. I made a scene in the Wang capital, and I picked up some of the remains of the puppets that attacked the second tier, and I made progress on my research all at once."

Sir Ambrose added an annotation that it was, of course, a lawful procurement based on due process, before returning his face to Blanc again.

"Well, how do you feel about trying it?

"That's not bad. For all the glitches, I think the magic system is pretty complete. I wonder if the problem is more of a physical structure. Particularly around the joints..."

Bran let his left hand open and close several times in front of his face, then with suppleness as if it were a real hand, he put the hair room behind his ear with his fingertips.

"I see. I wonder if I should ask the Alexia Technician to help me out. Improving joint structure is more of a part of mechanical technology."

"I was wondering if you could cooperate. You're busy, aren't you?

"You can do it. I have certainty. Anyway, if you tailor an improved version, you can make up for the right arm of our Knights Commander."

Sir Ambrose glanced up at the blue sky with his eyes on the cell window, letting the back of the chair tuck.

"I guess I should also say this is a moral move. It's fundamentally missing from me. As long as I'm jealous."

Hearing the words, Noir felt something humane about Ambrose for the first time.

"... Luke..."

Noir thought of the man who remained stuffed in the basement, holding his hand in his chest all the time.

Although they have not yet returned from the fourth tier, they have been told to the ground one foot away that they have successfully completed the construction of the base and that there have been unexpected achievements of things that cannot be published under the current circumstances.

Hands And also that Luke Whitewolf temporarily put his right arm in a state of affairs as a price for that achievement.

My anxiety about the loss of my arm is not so great.

It was emphasised that it was a deliberate decision, not an unfortunate loss, and it was also asked that if the situation went well, it should return properly, and yet there is the trust that if his [repair]...

cause noir remembered chest noise,

That is the existence of an unknown event awaiting us.

Even if the details of what happened underground are laying low, there is no doubt that the situation is moving violently.

There is an entirely ill-theoretical consciousness - Noir's delightful new technology of "artificial arms with reference to the body of an automatic doll" also did not seem to herald too great a change of circumstances.

- And the fact is, this world stands just before a big conversion point.

The humans who breathed in the great land had not yet dreamed of it, while the man who lurked himself had a hunch of the visit.

Demon King Gandalf - King of dark elves who knows ancient magical civilizations.

With majesty and intimidation, and the immense magic that atrophied the soul of the beholder by the way, the king, but now somewhere serene, had a look on his face that made him even feel silent.

"My friend without a name. Those who inherit your power and the family of Fenrill who killed you are now in one place. I don't believe in fatalism, but I can't help but feel fated."

Deepest of unexplored realms - deeper into the deepest hierarchy of the 'Ark of Elements'.

The remains of an old spear are worshipped on an altar illuminated only by the light poured from the ceiling.

The intricately shaped spear reminds me more of a sacrifice than a weapon, and the metal pattern is broken in the middle, a long spear that is just as long from the tip to the damaged part as the back length of a person.

Gandalf leaked a whine that didn't make anyone listen, sending a gentle eye to the wreckage that wasn't directed at his men either.

"How far were you reading the future? Or is it all just a coincidence? Or even entrusted this spear to me... that it was part of your plan? Answer me, Alphazle."