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

- The fact that there are mornings and nights in the underground space is something I'm never used to.

Blanc, the white wizard, sighed several times as he looked up at the sky in the 'Demon King's Castle area' from a glass free window blocked by a metal lattice.

Empty, no, it's not. That's fake, too.

It is merely a rocky ceiling, which repeats brightness in a half-day cycle by magical action.

underground, but therefore there is no climate change, the air flow is constant and it does not rain, and the water supply seems to rely on the river from which the groundwater was gathered.

"Ha... I think I'm going crazy"

This is a room at Demon King Castle.

Though not as harsh as prison, there is also not enough freedom to be called a private room.

Would it be a house arrest room if I dared to put it into words?

I have everything I need to spend the day, but nothing more.

Then the escape was well prepared, and the escape using magic could not even be attempted.

"Really, it's abominable."

Blanc pulled his white, long back hair apart and touched his own neck muscles with a squeaky hand.

Hard foreign body, like a scab, with the same color as dark elf skin.

Hidden in his white clothes, he can't see the tip from his neck, but this has longitudinally straddled his back along the spine of Blanc, reaching around his waist.

The width is about two or three fingers.

It was further branched into several pieces along the way, some of the thin tips extending to the flank.

This is a foreign object embedded by the demon king's army's biomodification.

It was the first modification applied shortly after the vow of deference to the Demon King.

"Humans, go outside. His Majesty Gandalf is here for you."

"... I'm coming now"

Unexpectedly the door is knocked hard and the lock is unlocked from outside the room.

Bran revealed his giving up and went outside the room as he was told.

"You finally decide what to do with me. It took longer than I thought."

"His Majesty is very busy and revealed. It's a waste of time even deciding on your disposition."

He is led by a soldier from the dark elf to take a look.

In front of that luxurious and lofty door, two of the foreigners were already waiting.

"Dear Suzuri! Dear Austri! We have taken the fourth subject!

"Good luck, you can back off."

A dark elf of unbeatable stature, even by a war-dead Norzuri, retreats the soldier in a great manner.

Storm Austri.

A luxurious man in an unchangeable underground space, but named after two harsh weather events that occur only on the ground.

And the other is a fire tin.

The back length is somewhat higher than Bran's, and he is an oligarchy demon clan wrapped in cloth with his face.

Suzuri doesn't even pay attention to Bran in silence without taking one move, and only Austri keeps talking softly.

"Joy, man. The day has come for His Majesty to decide how to treat you."

"… it's a great honor."

Blanc returned his best made smile to Austri.

A few days ago, Bran terminated his ground mission using Mad Golem.

The time has come for the punishment to be determined.

"Nevertheless, what the hell are the others doing? If the demon generals are in line, we'll talk about it."

"What are you talking about? All the Demon Generals already..."

Two of the four have already been discussed, so now we should have them all.

The arrowhead Bran thought so, an incredible voice could be heard from behind.

"Kakaka, I'm sorry, I've had a little trouble moving my body."

"Oh no... Ves... Tori...?

Vestri of dirt.

The old elf, who should have defeated the adventurer in the battle to tour the stronghold near the mine and was definitely out of breath, was there with his natural face.

"This is the one who wants to be surprised, my human daughter. How could I fail when I lent him his magic?"

Before the blackened head regained its function, the door between the sights opened and the servant woman Elf called the demon generals.

"Your Majesty calls for you. Please come in."

"Inevitably, can the three of us get things done? Yuku, Vestri, Suzuri"

It's as if thoughts don't come together and are brought in between sights.

The valiant hall is built one and two steps high on the back, and behind the throne that sits there sits four giant stone tablets.

The incredible prints painted on the stone tablet were in a way that did not exist in Bran's knowledge and he could not even tell if there was any magical significance.

As the three demon generals walked out to the front of the high seat without straying, they knelt with one knee against the floor.

"Vestri of the earth, brought back by His Majesty's warmth"

"Austri of the storm, I'm here!

"Fire Tin, Here"

Blanc felt anxious about the status quo in which only he stood, laying deep flat so that the will of obedience could be conveyed.

Gandalf the Demon King glimpses three dark elves and one human from the top of the throne as he spreads a brand new scroll on his lap.

Even though nothing had been told yet, Bran was shaking his body with cataclysms.

Obviously the character of existence is different - both myself and a demon general like Austri.

It is not a nasty issue such as the majesty of appearance.

The quality of the magic that releases is clearly different.

It doesn't seem like psychological intimidation or anything, but magic itself is becoming physical pressure.

"Bran."

"Ha ha...!

That's just the thing about being called a name, and it's so bloody distracting that I'm going to lose my mind.

"This assignment was truly daunting. Destruction of Norzuri's remains, reconnaissance of the Knights' regiment, killing or taking deserters… admit you have accomplished up to two of the three"

"Ah...... thank you......!

"Therefore, we shall reduce the number of improvements up to the tenth stage, which we had planned to apply, by six, and retain the number of improvements up to the fourth stage"

The proclamation unleashed as if it were a reward was nothing but despair for Blanc.

The tenth stage represents the modification of the whole body except the brain, with a 10% reduction in the ratio for each step reduced.

In other words, modification up to the fourth stage means that 40% of the whole body will be created separately.

"Duh, why not! You succeeded up to two! What's going on... Grrr!

He is suddenly caught in the back of his head with intense force and presses his face straight to the floor.

"It is before His Majesty. Would you consider me distracted?"

A barely familiar voice - the Demon General Suzuri moved behind Bran at some point, assembling Bran who tried to raise his voice in protest.

"I don't mind. Let him go."

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Released from a force unworthy of Suzuri's physique, Bran looked up at the throne as he crawled onto the cold floor.

Gandalf the Demon King threw more words at Blanc, without moving one eyebrow, and with a look as if he didn't even feel contempt.

"Firstly, 10% of the improvements made to the spine of Sora. This was an essential part of this mission."

"Ha... Yes, I know, I am..."

"There are three kinds of tasks I gave you. The remainder decided to allocate three stages of improvement for each. Therefore, to achieve two of them, exemption from six steps of improvement is allowed. That's it."

"Oh, wait, Your Majesty! Whatever...!

Austri's crude feet stepped on Bran's back as he desperately tried to snuggle over.

"Ho ho...!

"It's ugly, man! You mean dissatisfied with His Majesty's warmth!

At that time, the door between the sights was opened with momentum.

Everyone turns to you at once, except the Demon King.

Austri laughed joyfully and took her legs off Bran's back.

"Now the Four Demons have finally set foot! But what is it? Are you gonna make me laugh and die?

"Kakaka. That's why I told you. Don't worry about it. Just in case."

Standing at the entrance between the glances was a dark elf woman wearing brand new armor - no, it was a girl.

Is that the fourth demon general, the rear cauldron of a war-dead ice norzuri?

The dark elf girl overheard the teasing words of the Austris, and as they came to the front of the throne on a fast foot, the other three kneeled, poking one knee like that.

"Ice Norzuri, we're just over here."

- Ice norzuri.

Bran shook stunned, forgetting to even stand up.

Norzuri must have definitely died. You must have thoroughly destroyed the body on the orders of the Demon King.

A successor who had just taken over the name could have been convinced, but the words uttered by Gandalf, the Demon King, were a complete denial of the only realistic possibility.

"This is another strange vessel you've chosen. Didn't you find a vessel that would fit that well?"

"I'll do as you say. In contemporary times, ideal individuals did not exist and we had to make compromises considering only attribute fits"

Bran finally understood the reality in front of him.

Norzuri, who should have died, literally came back to life with a new flesh.

"Then Norzuri, let's hear the report. According to the scouts, he was defeated by a fiery Eastern swordsman."

"… Your Majesty. I say in awe. It wasn't the swordsmen of the East who killed me."

"Hmm?"

For the first time since I've been here, there's an expression on the face of Demon King Gandalf.

It looked more like a reaction to Blanc's eye than to his surprise's expression of curiosity.

"A man who used his rare [repair] skills and continued to disable attacks on bases by our Demon King's Army… He is the one who defeated me and can be the greatest threat to us"

The storm Austri shouts out a thunderous shout and marvels at the smug voice of the earthly Vestri.

"What no!?

"Is that true?

The fire tin remains silent, and you can't even imagine a face completely covered with cloth.

And Gandalf, the Demon King, folded a scroll on his lap, with a thin grin.

"Then we'll have to investigate again."

"Your Majesty! Listen, Your Majesty Gandalf!

Bran raised his voice almost reflexively, trying to shrink and lay flat.

"I know the man better than that! During the ground reconnaissance, we were able to ascertain the current situation of our fool sister!

"Hmm, you only made me give you an overview of the findings outside of the Knights. In terms of content, let's reduce the improvement phase as desired. First, name that person."

"Thank you......! He is a man named Luke of the White Wolf Forest!

Guilt is dust-free. Aside from himself, even against his real sister, who decided to fight with him.

Now it was just a desire to avoid being transformed into a monster that filled Bran's thoughts.