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

"- Whoa! Hot! Hot!

The first voice of Garnett, who dived into the hole where I [disassembled] the maze ceiling and jumped alone to see how it was, was a serious mystery word in the cold basement.

[Analysis] from the lower floor has limitations in understanding the situation.

Especially when there's a fierce battle going on, you can't chase through the fine moves and you can only tell that 'we're fighting anyway'.

"Are you all right! If it's dangerous, come back here right away!

"Don't worry, the battle is over. The aftermath or the remainder... we're safe now anyway. It's a hassle to explain. Come on up."

Grab the hand of the garnet offered from the edge of the ceiling hole and pull it up all at once with skill-enhanced arms.

"Whoa......! It's definitely like the middle of summer..."

"Right? I don't know, at least you won without damage."

Look around the underground space.

The doll-shaped golem was turned into a wreck with no one left, gathered in one place and piled up like a mountain.

Slashed, worn, burned, melted and crushed.

Just a glance at the mountain of wreckage conveyed the intensity of the death fight.

"Lord Luke! Are you all right!

Sakura smiles when she notices us.

My forehead sticks with sweat on my forehead and although I feel the colour of an irresistible fatigue, I didn't seem to bear any trauma at all.

"I'm glad you're safe over there. Looks like the fight's over, but what the hell happened to it being so hot?"

"haha... thats right..."

"Because the agnostic fire used divine descent."

Nagi pinches his mouth from side to side at an unexpected time.

Neither he nor Melissa behind him seem exhausted but unharmed.

"It seemed somewhat controllable, but I guess it's no different that we're crossing a dangerous bridge"

"If you don't gain experience in action, you'll remain a lot out of control forever. And every time I use precision, it's coming up."

"I'm not even going to tell you not to use it over this period. That's one of the fools I remember. But if you're going to be using it all the time, I just thought you should be prepared in case."

Nagi then turned his back on Sakura and mouthed the continuation as he walked out without looking back.

"I'll think about as much as I'm prepared for when you run wild. Don't expect too much."

Melissa looked alternately at the walking away nagi and the sakura dropping off behind her, with a face that seemed heartfelt complicated, before gently lowering her head towards me and chasing the nagi.

Nagi's attitude seems pretty softened compared to when he insisted hard not to use divine descent.

I'm not sure if there was anything specifically that triggered it.

Perhaps he gave up on the idea that if it could be achieved, he had no choice, or he was willing to admit the Sakura as a nagi.

"I'm sorry, I interrupted the conversation. This is the history of this battle..."

An arrow tip that tried to undo the topic, Sakura let her legs snap like she had a sudden lightheadedness.

"... excuse me. A little fatigue. I kept the divine descent to a sufficiently controllable extent..."

"Why don't you come rest because you don't mind about me? It's nothing I need to ask you right now, and I just need to let Travis, the person in charge, explain it to me."

"Thank you. So sweet for your words..."

Send out an exhausted Sacrament in battle and look around looking for Travis, the chief officer of this exploration.

Although it is not enough to lose sight of one big man, even though it is a large underground space, I was able to find Travis immediately, but it was a situation where I could not help but hesitate to talk to him.

In front of Travis, who stands up with a troubled face, Leila sits perfectly in the presence of a broken thread of tension.

"Uh... you know what? Are you okay?"

"Yes. Sorry, as soon as I realized the battle was finally over, I couldn't help myself on my feet..."

Travis is frustrated by his bad consciousness but unable to ignore it.

Leila is in a hurry when she says it's an opportunity to talk one-on-one with the person she admires, but she looks unusual and undressed.

The reasons were completely different from each other, but neither seemed to be able to speak as usual.

"... Um, I... Didn't you pull Lady Travis's leg?

"No way. You've been very helpful. But could you stop being such a Travis? I don't know what to say... it makes me itch."

"So... Mr. Travis"

"Well then..."

Garnett also stops next to me, staring at the unbridled interaction between the two of them with his face.

"And anyway. It's not entirely safe here either, so it looks like you should get back on the ground as soon as possible. Can you stand, Leila?"

"Sorry, I still can't help my legs... Um, if you don't mind..."

Leila looked up at Travis with her head on the floor and reached out to ask him to help her get up.

Travis overtly upset.

Garnett, just watching from the side, gently embarks on herself like an audience that for some reason sees herself in theatre.

I don't know how you feel. But it's just a little bad taste to decide wild horses so blatantly.

Gently tap Garnett to knock on his head, then stroke that part and encourage him to leave behind asking what's going on.

"Ah, pain."

"You're not just looking at it. Here we go."

"That's right... but where are you going?"

"Somewhere Appropriate"

At the corner of his vision, where he tried to turn his heels and change places, he saw Travis stretching his arms reluctantly and Leila taking that arm.

Travis is not holding Layla's hand.

I just offered my arm to be the support to stand up, and that hand wasn't grabbing anything.

The way Leila's thin fingers grab her thick, tough arms and pull them up with no color or flavor.

Perhaps for Travis, this was the best possible compromise.

Touching the flesh of a luxurious girl from herself becomes scary remembering a past where she couldn't add or subtract force, but if she touches her tough flesh from the girl, she can still stop stepping on it - I'm sure she thought so.

There should have been an option to push him away and let him stand on his own, but it is truly Travis-like behavior that he would indulge in fear as much as he would do that.

I'm probably not even mindful of the fine dust that this care adds to Layla's thoughts extra.

If you let me tell you, it was Travis, including that.