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

Sakura greeted me in her oriental personal clothes as I entered the room from the winning hand behind the White Wolf store.

"Welcome back, Lord Luke. Cleaning of bedrooms for visitors, completed without delay in both rooms"

"Thanks for the help. Let's just have dinner."

"Yes! I will be ready!

Sakura received the cage for dinner with a good smile and transported it to the dining room.

For one thing, I decided to go look in the bedroom and leave it to Sakura.

Of the four bedrooms that were there from the beginning, two are those that Garnett and I have been using for a long time, and the other two are vacant rooms for visitors, but Sakura and Noir are supposed to be staying for a while.

I tried to see what was going on indoors, and just in case I knocked on the door, I got a response with a voice that seemed to disappear.

"... go ahead..."

Noir spread a large cloth on the bedroom floor, holding a sturdy built waist pouch for adventurers, working on what looked like a sewing and workmanship.

Occasionally, around the time the magic was emitting light at hand, it seemed to use skills rather than just manual.

"[Magic Prop Making]"

"What are you making?

Garnett's standing at the entrance to the room. He dived under my arm and peered into the room.

"Now... give me what Luke asked for..."

"Hmm? You?

"When I asked if I could make something like this, I asked if I could use a misrill, so I thought I'd give it a try."

Take the work done item and explain to Garnett what use and mechanism equipment it is.

"Normally, demon stones can't draw their magic out without holding it in their hands, but good wizards can even draw it out with the cane attached at the end. I wish I could do the same."

Its exterior is completely just a waist pouch, with a standard size and shape demon stone pocket that fits perfectly.

"With the Demon Stone in this pocket, magic runs through the embroidered magic crest on the back of the lid cloth and it switches on. That way, magic flows through a dozen stitched, misrilled metal wires, instilling magic in the body. Now it fits, Noir."

When asked to see if the demon prop description was correct, Noir nodded back over and over again at the small pieces.

"Heh, can you even make such a mon? Wow, the White Wolf's."

"I just came up with an idea, and I designed it, and I actually made it, and it's noir."

"Oops, I was. So is the enchant who hung it on my sword, but isn't it a big deal, Noir? You're so talented at this kind of work."

Praised head-on without any twist, Noir shrugged slightly at you blushing.

"As yet… there is room for improvement… rather than touching directly… inefficient…"

A while back I was probably too, but I hear Noir isn't used to being praised for circling over it.

By the way, Noir has notified me as an official employee of the White Wolf Store, so I'm allowed to molest Mithrill in the context of the processing permits I'm receiving from the Royal Palace.

The combination of Mithril and [Magic Prop Making] is an area where you feel quite likely.

"Lord Luke! Dinner meals are over! Let's have it fast before it gets cold!

Sakura's voice flies in how she hasn't been able to stand the hunger.

It's the dish Sylvia prepared for me. It's a waste to let it cool down.

That's why I told Noir to take a break from work and take him back to the dining room with Garnett.

- Late at night, when the whole of Greenhollow Town fell into deep sleep.

Near the quiet White Wolf store, an uninhabited set of people covered and hidden their entire bodies with white robes.

I am not the one invited to Luke in the White Wolf Forest, the landlord.

Unwanted visitors who have not been called by anyone and who, as one, do not recognize its existence.

The white figure approached the White Wolf store without sound and stopped about a few dozen steps away.

If we go a few more steps from here, the junction formed by black magic is unfolding.

The type of junction is alarm.

A defensive formula that immediately becomes known to the operator if someone steps in.

A junction that can even be called basic, but is therefore a substitute for the skill of the surgeon.

And the juncture unfolded around the White Wolf store had reached a level that no one could even sense.

…………

The white shadow walked along the edge of the circular junction, and when he stopped in a certain place, he shot a very small bullet of magic into the grass at his feet.

An object the size of a palm made of a combination of pieces of wood is smashed and scattered under the direct blow of a magic bullet.

Then there was a missing part of the junction, through which the white shadow slowly broke in.

Originally, it takes a huge amount of time to prepare underneath in order to form a bond.

Combined use of Demonic Props can reduce the hassle, but in this way the Demonic Props themselves run the risk of becoming the Weekpoint of the Connection.

The junction stone used by adventurers is the most extreme example of this.

…………

The white figure stopped his leg at a constant distance as he moved to a position opposite the front entrance of the White Wolf store.

Time flies by and the doors of the doors open carefully from the inside.

It wasn't Luke in the White Wolf Forest who opened the door and showed up, not Garnett in the Silver Wings Knights, let alone the witchy, agnostic cherry blossoms of Caqueen in the East.

"... I knew... you came... I didn't want this feeling to hit me..."

Noir, the black wizard, was there.

Dressed in his outfit as a wizard, he gives a dark and worrying look, facing a white figure just a little further away.

The opposing white shadow uttered his first voice as he removed the hood, which had completely covered his head.

"Good. Rumor has it I'm here tonight, I was wondering what I would do if I was wrong. Glad you're feeling better, sister."

"Blanc... you are the one..."

The faces hidden beneath the white hood were very similar as noir and mirror copies.

Speaking of differences, the color of the hair is the opposite of the dark hair of the noir, to the extent that the eyes and expressions are full of confidence and leeway.

It must be said that it is difficult to find any further differences.

"You know why I'm here, sister, right?

Bran stretched his arms steadily, pointing to offer a hand wrapped in a long-handbag to the noir that stood where he could reach it if he walked for seconds.

"I came to pick you up. Master Gandalf is a generous man. Your sister told me that if you cooperate with the Demon King's army, you will not be guilty of jailbreaking."

"... really, you've become one of the Demons..."

"Let me hear the answer. I don't have much time. I'm not asking you to follow me right now, but I just want answers here."

It had taken the form of a proposal, but it was a mostly forcible and oppressive statement.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you? Soundproofing junction covering the back building, because you can see it properly. Glad to hear it. I wanted to have a sisterly conversation too."

Noir leaned down with a sinking face and, after a brief silence, raised his face, which was still about to cry out.

"I... work at Luke's..."

"Is that it? Just cut it off again."

"At first, I was just going to sin... But you need to do something about me like this."

"I need a sister, too, right?

Under a smiling smile, Blanc was blatantly causing frustration.

The door, which is usually easy to open, is frustrating today when, for some reason, it cannot be opened well - with a degree of trivial and arrogant emotion.

Noir was about to be pushed away by the pressure, but he stood strong and continued his words with a trembling voice.

"And... you admire me like a teacher... and there's a kid... honest, good kid... trust me..."

Voice all the words that come to mind, even though you are stuck in words again and again.

"... you know, Blanc. I'm a coward... because I don't have the courage... so..."

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. We've been together since we were born."

"I..."

"Are you..."

Full of completely different emotional colors on the very same shaped face.

Noir had a tearful fortitude. Blanc smiles abusively.

"Someone to believe me! I can't betray you!"

"Flushed by people! Wrong!"

Black and white magic wind up like a whirlwind, blackflame and whiteflame runoff collide.

"Too bad. If this happens, we'll have to fulfill another order."

Blanc turned his hands behind his neck to pull out long, bright gray hair from the inside of the robe as the two colored demonic flames caught off each other's aftermath like a cool breeze.

And without any hesitation or guilt, he throws a ruthless proclamation to his twin sisters.

"I'll kill you. I'm sorry, sister. I'm desperate too."