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

"The remains of two victims of the first incident, stored by magical means in the Wang Duwan Temple. I want you to [repair] them. [M] At least if you know your face, you'll have to look into it."

- Bodies stored in the Wang Tu Wan Temple.

I've heard that story before.

A young clergyman and an elderly temple chief had such a conversation yesterday on the way home where they were allowed to admire Iris Crystal resting in the King's Urban Temple.

Garnett said, 'I'm unidentified, so I'll keep it until the case goes through a paragraph,' but I didn't know I was going to bite one to solve it.

"The storage area is in the basement of the North Hall. The security perimeter is activated, so follow me with caution."

Carmine does not hesitate to step into the North Hall of the Temple of Heaven while accurately explaining the situation to our leading and guarding knights - who apparently do not belong to the same silver wing.

As he ran down the corridor to the staircase leading to the basement floor, the clergyman, feathering a plain robe, joined him.

It's a different outfit than when we met before, and it's a style such as outfits to get out of work and relax.

"What the hell is going on, Sir Carmine!

"There has been progress in the case of the Ripper of the Night (Night Ripper). We'll restore the body immediately."

"What!? But not tomorrow..."

"I won't. If we don't hunt him down by the end of the night, he might be able to make us run away."

Pushed by the intimidation of Carmine, the clergyman followed him in a great panic.

If the Ripper of the Night (Night Tripper) had manipulated the "doll" and staged the crime, it is no surprise that the murder weapon was destroyed and seized by the Silver Wings Knights, who chose to flee quickly from the King's capital.

Then it's only natural to want to get a clue a little faster.

Nevertheless, Carmine gave me the choice whether to cooperate or not.

Probably as a concern for me.

"... I don't know if I can [repair] it properly, but I will do my best"

"You don't have to feel it. Take it easy."

The basement just down the stairs was sedentary with a pedestal that was neither bedside nor altar, filled with the glow of magic that just dazzled over it.

Looking inside the basement, a number of magical devices have been installed that do not know their purpose, and they are coupled to the pedestal via inscribed text on the floor.

I don't understand the exact mechanism at all, but I could easily imagine keeping the body by this hefty trick.

"... we are keeping your body at that altar over there. But... is it too miserable to stand up to the front..."

The Chief Cleric is watching our reaction with his hands down his mouth.

He seems to care about Garnett dressed as a girl, among other things.

(MUMBLES) It's a falling apart corpse.

If it's not going to be bearable, I haven't agreed to it since the beginning.

"So, here you go..."

A clergyman, completely pale, touches the magic crest of the altar to reduce the glare of light covering the body.

The carcass that was lying on an altar like a bedside - no, this expression is inappropriate.

There are not enough parts (parts) in the horizontal (...) to establish an operation called (...) Ru (...).

If you're an unfamiliar person, just reading a sentence that describes this tragedy can make you feel bad, and if you look straight at it, you'll have to spit out all the contents of your stomach.

Yes, like the clergyman who escapes to the corner of the room and desperately endures vomiting.

"Mr. Luke. I wonder if [restoration] could be done."

"I don't think it's possible that it's completely back to normal. This is the body for two, isn't it? It doesn't seem like there's enough for one person to fit it all together."

"I guess they took it to the wild dogs and crows anyway. You can just fix your face, so let's just do it."

The Chief Cleric has turned an unbelievable eye to us having a flat conversation before the tragic corpse.

"Mi, folks... Looks kind of fine..."

"If you continue to be an adventurer, you'll see as much rotten or fragmented corpses of the adventurers who went and fell. It's just unusual to be so handy."

"If you're going to do it in the Silver Wings Knights, it's an absolute condition to get used to corpses. Criminal investigation is an accessory, and we build a pile of corpses."

We had everything together, and we were used to killing bodies for professional reasons.

The outcome of a fellow trader killed by a warcraft and left with food (...) and (...) is something that any adventurer will come across at least once by the time he rises to the C-rank.

Rather, it is a sort of ritual of passage within the industry, so much so that it is not suitable for adventurers if their hearts are to be broken that they are advised that they should take this opportunity to change careers.

Even in the case of the Knights, Carmine would be right.

The Night Ripper case is being investigated by the Silver Wings Knights in the first place, so it's out of the question that we can't seem to get a plain look at the tragedy of the victims.

"Well, I'll try [repair]"

Activate your skills with your hands on the altar.

Complete [repair] is not possible due to the quantity stored.

As requested, strive to restore the head and face alone.

- Suddenly, memories that don't belong to me go past the back of my brain.

Phenomena that have occurred in the course of [repair] several times before.

The uncontrollable effect of glimpsing the subject's memory.

But unlike before, the video that comes up is badly damaged and the noise (noise) is terrific.

After trying to read the contents somehow, I could only understand that the two girls were trying to buy two equally sized puppets from a suspicious merchant, cheap.

It's an ear disorder mix, but I've also heard talk of using it to change balls (dummies) for odd tricks such as escape and human mutilation.

I can't even tell the girls' faces.

But I have a feeling that all the questions will be iced away as long as we know that.

Eventually the best [restoration] was completed, and on the altar covered with magical light, the remains of a girl just from the shoulder to the top -

"No way, this guy is"

- I looked familiar to the girl's face.

I can assure you that the vivacity was lost and no distinctive makeup was applied, but still definitely.

Impossible. Incredible. But it's an undeniable reality.

"Azur... Augusto one, it's Azur...!