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

When he arrived in the room where he was resting the noir, Felix sat the noir on the edge of the bed, bringing a chair to its front and lowering his hips.

I'm present because I'm a party, too, but for one thing, I'm going to see what's going on from the corner of the room so I don't irritate the mentally unstable noir.

And there's another attendant. At Felix's request that there should be a woman present, Sakura is also present on this occasion.

"My name is Felix from the Silver Wings Knights. We have received our lives from His Majesty the King and are investigating the causes of the brave Falcon's non-return. Can I talk to you?

…………

Noir keeps his mouth shut as he leans down.

"Rest assured. If it is going to be the thread of truth, no matter what the circumstances, you will not be punished. So does His Majesty the King."

Apparently, Felix thought that Noir had other unspeakable circumstances.

But Noir shook his head sideways.

It was my first manifestation of intent to come here.

Are you suing 'not' for Felix's thoughts?

If so, why the hell not try to tell us what's going on?

You sensibly perceived my frustration and Felix's confusion, and Noir grumbled with a voice that was still going to disappear.

"... I want you to see my back..."

"Back? From what I saw when transporting it here, it didn't seem particularly unusual."

"Well, that doesn't make sense over clothes. Sakura. I'm sorry, but let me take my noir clothes off and make sure my back is in good shape."

I only have one idea.

When he found her under the cliff, Noir suddenly cramped and lost consciousness, although he tried to talk about something important.

I wonder if the cause, or the clue to the cause, is on your back.

"Okay. Excuse me."

Felix closes his tight eyes and while I'm fixing my gaze on the corner of the room, Sakura lets him take off his noir clothes to see how he's doing on his back.

"This is...! Lord Luke! Lord Felix! Look at this!

Sakura's voice, full of haste, clearly told the story of how things were different.

Me and Felix all set our sights on the noir, and we all lost our words.

A strange pattern appears on the back of the noir.

It's as if they even put in a baking stamp bearing some sort of crest.

"Is this a... demonic curse...?

Squirting in the face as if Felix had seen something incredible.

"This is the first time I've seen the real thing, but I have knowledge in a book. It's a magical text that the Demons supposedly use to enslave others."

"... I see. I've heard rumors, too."

"The meaning of this pattern is probably… a ban on the transmission of certain information. It's a mouth seal, so to speak."

The answer is no longer the same.

In the back of the dungeon where Noir dived for the Demon King's Crusade, he was engraved with a spell by the Demon Clan to prevent him from telling the secrets he had gained there.

Maybe even the brush talk is sealed.

Otherwise I would be trying for a long time.

"... Lord Luke. I have one unfailing favor to ask. Could you remove the curse with your [repair] skills?"

Felix said that, spying on my reaction.

"He may be unforgivable to Lord Luke. But you can't just not pull information from her as soon as possible. We will, of course, pay you well."

"What's the option of calling a real curser?

I tried to keep my heart out of my face and listened back calmly.

"In that case, it will take time for the curser to arrive. In the unlikely event that a serious problem lurks behind the brave man's non-return, those few days will also risk producing fatal consequences"

Perhaps Noir rolled down from the big hole where the dragon appeared.

A member of the Brave Party, who was diving the dungeon in pursuit of the Demon King, came back to earth from that great hole - the only thing this meant.

Not only is there a hidden route to the Millennial Corridor of Naruto in the Sunset Clock Forest, but there is also a shortcut beyond it, which means it was the great hole of the dragon.

"... noir. I didn't explain it to you yet, but my [restoration] skills changed while I was wandering in the labyrinth so I could break things down and cure organisms."

I get up from the chair in the corner of the room and walk slowly towards the bed.

"Do you understand? I may be able to heal your back, but I can also smash your body. I'll destroy the skin on my back with all the spells."

A noir with his bare back turned shivers his stripped shoulders.

That's a tremor coming from fright, not cold.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the tendency and tooth roots not matching.

They are scared of paying for their work because they realize they can't help but get revenge.

A hand holding his body to hide his large breasts leaves a mark with his arms tightly clenched.

Breathing is getting more and more disturbed and you don't seem to be breathing well either.

"What emotion does a guy banished in the labyrinth without food have for that executor? What kind of eyes do you want me to see when I see you again? Because I understand you properly, you were so sorry earlier, weren't you?

"Lord Luke......!

Sakura tried to get up to say something, but I took control of it with a hand gesture to keep the word going.

"Well... be ready"

Push your hand against the back of the trembling noir and pour magic into it.

The next moment...

"Become...!

"Aguuuuuu......!

Noir raises his distressed voice.

At the same time, some of the collapsing curse marks peeled off the surface of Noir's body and tangled into my right arm, as if it were a tentacle of insect plants and amorphous organisms.

Severe pain runs in the right arm, and the power of [repair] skills is rapidly weakened.

"This guy... he's alive! It's not a burn mark! You faked and pasted it on the burn marks!

Mimic - the name that every adventurer knows passes the back of his brain.

A type of demon that simulates on the inner walls of a crate or labyrinth.

I've never seen or heard of a type that does such a pseudo, but the shape of the tentacles is very similar to the stuff coming out of a pseudo chest.

"You're sucking up my magic...! Let me!

Grab your right arm with your left hand and activate [Repair] even with your hand on this side to simultaneously attempt Mimic's [Disassembly] with both hands.

Noir's back with his right hand. And your right arm with your left hand.

[Repair] Inject the magic of skill into the dual activation.

The people around us are calling us, but I can't hear what they're saying.

"(Did you simulate Mimic into a curse and seal him with a bunk structure of curse effects and Mimic's own abilities... the guy who planted this guy is outrageously nasty!

Mouth seal by curse. Magic seal by Mimic.

This makes wizards like Noir completely powerless.

Results theory, but I was right not to call the curser.

I'm sure he couldn't handle the attack from Mimic.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Strip the beginning weakening curse mimic with all the effort from the back of the noir.

And squeezed with all the magic in his right hand.

"Now... what do you say!

"Piggyyyyyy!"

I don't even know where he's pronouncing it from. The Terminator sounds in the room, and the curse mimic falls apart and bounces off. Fly.

Later all I had left was a white, clean noir back with no scratches and my right arm burned down along the tentacles.

"... All right. Perfect finish for me."

[Repair] the damage to your right arm while taking a sight of relieved Sakura and Felix.

The trick to keeping adventurers running for a long time is not to missee priorities.

It wouldn't even be a laugh if you got trapped in the interests in front of you and lost something more important.

And now, grasping information about the crisis that may be looming in this town is a top priority over hitting a noir opponent with a grudge against a brave party and lowering his drinks.

It's much more important to move for Green Hollow Town, which accepts and relies on me as a runner.

Besides, I still don't want to do anything that I can't face others.

I wouldn't have said that if they were brave men themselves, but if they were from the beginning a resentless noir opponent, it would be more beneficial to cure them properly and listen to them properly.

... but well, I think the degree of intimidation a little bit was acceptable.

Because it's important to give up the lower priority, but it's just as important to sort out your feelings then.

"Wake up, Noir. I want you to tell me everything you know."