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

- That must have been an unfortunate coincidence for Gandalf the Demon King, too.

A single spine of magic, pierced through the barrier generated by Luke of the White Wolf Forest.

Its sharp tip pierces Luke's right eyeball and splits like a root to destroy the inside of his skull.

Collapsing walls.

Luke fell from his back onto a hard floor without even screaming.

"... Huh?

I couldn't understand what happened in front of me - or unconsciously refused to, Garnett leaked a small grunt.

"Hey... Luke?

There is no answer to the call.

He just kept looking up at the ceiling in the void with his left left eye, without even wandering, just continuing to bleed out of his right orbit.

"Are you kidding me... what are you doing, hey... hey..."

Garnett poked her knees beside her unconscious Luke, staring down at her face as she lost her vitality every second.

The truth is, I know everything.

So much so that there was even a calm that didn't shake your body without darkness to prevent the wound from getting worse.

The experience I have accumulated as a knight of silver wings is not so sweet that I cannot understand the current situation in front of me.

The experience tells us.

This is an indisputable fatal wound - one that is unlimited to be near instant death.

Eye rupture. Bone plate damage at the back of the orbit. The spine of magic reached the inside of the cranium, where it expanded its sharp 'roots' and damaged the 'contents'.

To such an extent that it could be analysed at a glance, I had gained experience in dealing with something called human death.

But I couldn't admit it.

I couldn't accept it.

"No, you don't... it's my job... why, why..."

Same as when I was your mother.

Someone special was shielded and killed to protect himself or herself.

"What, so... how come, again, not me... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Eat up your teeth, distort your face in agony, and shave your hair.

The tears that had once decided in my mind to never shed since I lost my mother overflow as endlessly as I cut a weir.

It's like the blood that flows out of Luke's right eye.

The heart I was straining breaks away.

The determination that was stopping me from crying rots away.

How easy it would have been if I had lost my sanity like this.

If reason and everything could be given away and you could escape into a world of dreams and illusions, how much you would have saved.

But the presence of one demon tribe could not allow it.

"Damn, you unlucky bastard. Doesn't this make any sense, no matter how much you add or subtract?"

Gandalf, the Demon King, said so in a mixture of sighs.

"I can't do it. Can you use the carcass as a material? It was best to use it alive."

- Stay away from me.

Garnett turned the cutting edge of Mithril's sword against Gandalf, the demon king, who tried to walk over as he spoke like any other HR.

Tear-wet eyes were now full of killing intentions, turning bottomless hatred to the Demon King.

"I won't let Temehe touch one finger. Even in exchange for my life."

Garnett stood up with his sword pointed with one hand and let his all-over magic roll all over his body.

As long as there is a (...), I am not allowed a comfortable escape or anything. Garnett was so sure.

In exchange for your life. But you can take it out, or at least...

"That's not what I found out."

Gandalf the Demon King takes a step further.

At the next moment, Garnett stuffed his way in at an unnoticed speed and was slashed from the front by the Demon King.

However, the blade is prevented by a magic barrier deployed in a minimal area.

"It's really easy to read. You got a blunt move on your anger? Or…"

"Whoa, whoa!

Continue to defend the slaughter carried out one after the other with no precise magic barrier left.

Without even moving a step from there, Demon King Gandalf looked at Garnett in desperate shape in a mix of disappointments.

"... do you want martyrdom? Give me something clean and harmful. Leave the rest of your hands alone."

Sewing between slaughters, the Demon King waved gently to pay for the void.

Garnett's right arm plays ahead of him, and he drips with a tear from his two arms.

"There is...!

"You are unnecessary. But let me show you mercy. Go after him."

A magic bullet of tremendous magic density is emitted from close range.

Bones are broken, organs are crushed, and luxurious bodies are blown backwards.

If you're not dressed in dragon leather, the destructive power of having a torso in two is not strange.

"Of the white wolf... evil no, me..."

Leaking out of my mouth with blood reflexes was a word of apology to a special man who couldn't protect me.

A single spike of magic is shot down as the garnet falls in a gentle arc.

Neither avoiding nor preventing it will come true.

I'm sure he'll be stabbed through at the same time as he storms the floor, and he'll be out of breath by the same magic Luke did.

And Garnett was embracing it from the bottom of his heart.

I didn't mean to survive at all, and I didn't want to.

Even if we can die the same way, we are better off as the end of incompetence that failed to protect those we want to protect.

Softly close your eyelids and wait for them to fall to the cold, hard floor.

"... what..."

- But I welcomed Garnett in a way that was much softer than the floor, much more boned than I was, and felt like it would wrap me up big.

An arm protruding over his shoulder intercepts the spine of magic and [disassembles] it from the side touching his palm to extinguish it without a trace.

And the magic poured out of his arm holding Garnett [repaired] his painfully damaged flesh.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

Words don't come out.

Even though there are all sorts of screams spinning in my head, they all disappear without a voice.

Instead, if the tears overflow next, drip down onto the floor and scatter Shizuku.

I was so surprised that I still had so many tears.

It was not overflowing from a heart that chilled out into despair and sorrow, but from a warm, hot, trembling heart.

I wanted to turn around immediately.

But I didn't turn around, I could only lean over.

"Good... looks like you made it"

"... what are you doing, you idiot..."

I hear a gentle whisper, and I'm about to overflow my emotions.

I'm not very good with faces like this, but I can't show them.

I'm not so pathetic and weak when I'm in front of him.