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

"Oh, good. I was wondering what I would do if you hadn't noticed the induction. Thank you for your wise decision, Luke of the White Wolf Forest"

…… The voice belongs to the Northern Tree Sea Federation!

Of the six demons standing like inorganic objects, only the elf girl moves out as if she had been freed from a stationary time and turns to me with graceful tricks.

Now I finally understand.

That elf's appearance was as if he had made Senator Ayle of the Northern Tree Sea Union young and young.

Senator Ayle, a young figure, turned a hostile smile on me and began to behave in a natural way, no different from at the previous meeting.

"I'm sorry for the far-flung invitation. I wish I could have asked, but I can't move from here with the intervention that I can."

"... well, you were planting something when they peeked 'right eye' in Theodore's villa. And for the moment when I tried to use magic to examine the 'right eye', I drew it into this space to obstruct it...!

"One thing, there seems to be a misunderstanding, so let's correct it"

As Ayle advanced a step forward, I carefully stepped back.

If anything happens, repeat the simulation over and over in your head so that you can immediately escape to the stairs.

"I am not involved in your involvement in this area of memory."

I don't feel any signs that you're lying, and I doubt it's a matter that makes sense to throw up lies in the first place.

"I could have predicted that if I tried to magically analyze the restored 'right eye' so far, it would be this (...) right (...) ru (...), so I just sneaked the replication of my mental body as a measure and waited after I had about twenty guiding means available"

"... so he said we were caught on one of the twenty streets"

The person is flushing lightly, but it is not normal to be clear that he will finish the planting without anyone noticing just peeking into his eyes.

Theodore, who has confronted the elves for so long, Garnett, who was right next door, and myself, could not even detect the anomaly.

I can't help but realise once again the bottomlessness of being a high elf.

"I don't think so, but you waited to get us out of here... there's no way"

"No, that's not true. Let us send them all out safely. However, you will forget what you've seen and heard here."

"Damn! I knew it would happen!

The moment I saw Ayle try to stretch one arm towards me, I almost tried to run down the stairs reflexively.

But it is inhibited by invisible barriers and bounced with pain.

A strong gust of wind rolls out of Ayle's hand.

I avoid just a direct hit at one hair, but the windproof aftermath blows me off for about a few steps, and I manage to stop while I'm about to fall.

Ail thrusting under the acceleration of wind pressure in pursuit of it.

An inadvertently opened 'right eye' discovers an exit route diving down the diagonal, leaping into its slightest gap while about to fall, barely dodging a direct hit.

Boom and storm beat me straight from the side, filling the whole room with noise.

Suffered by tinnitus and glare caused by wind pressure, he runs out at full speed without even shaking his side eyes.

"The 'right eye' depends on me to get away with it."

Behind me there are signs that Ayle will converge fierce magic and storms.

But the signs quickly scratched away, and the tranquillity came to an odd point.

"... what?

If you stop and look back, Ayle is bitterly smiling at the young face.

And if I looked around, at some point I would have reached the right side of the five demons, except for Ayle.

Well, you know what - Ayle is hesitant to attack these five similarities.

Even if it's just a backdrop to a stationary world where there's no telling and no moving.

"This area of memory is filled with knowledge that you should not yet know. So we need you to bring back the memory that magically examining the Right Eye of Wisdom didn't mean anything and report it to people in the real world."

"You mean to rewrite our memories? I'm not convinced, but you understand reason. But you need to be so rough!

"I'm sorry. To the extent of my (my) memory tampering skills, I had to faint the subject beforehand. Think of it as a kick in the stone and give up."

It's an elegant narrative, but the content is heartfelt.

In short, he's trying to completely knock the three of us out of consciousness, make us forget what we saw and heard here, plant false memories, and take charge of a single stick of intelligence manipulation against the kingdom.

"(You know exactly how many of us are, but from his point of view, you don't say anything about Hildo, who's supposed to be a traitor... is the only number you know, or do you think (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)"

Neither seems possible and cannot narrow down the possibilities.

I know the number of people dragged in, but I don't even know the breakdown... needless to say this is a normally conceivable pattern.

Because of the constraints of the means of interference, it is said that the body of Ayle in this space, that is, the replication of the mental body and the doings, cannot be moved from here.

Then there would be no surprise if the external situation was not well understood.

But I can't abandon the other possibility either.

I don't feel any discomfort when I think of Ayle's, high elf bottomlessness and inhumanity, assuming they tell me that they are letting Hild swim after learning about his asylum and his activities in the kingdom.

"(Damn... I thought it would be a clue to breaking the status quo and I used my head, but this doesn't seem to yield anything...)"

The offense was temporarily relaxed thanks to the similarities of the five, but it is obvious that it will only be temporarily too.

"I warn you. Get away from them. In the unlikely event that you find yourself in a situation that will cause me to attack them, the only memory you will remember to erase will be the information in this space."

"... it's just unexpected that you would lose so much room. Are you saying these people are so thoughtful?"

I dare to correct my language and try to behave in a calm manner.

- Take 'Right Eye' to the entrance of the stairs.

The positional relationship is just behind the oblique of the eil.

- Take 'Right Eye' to the lower back of the dark elf in front of you.

Wall protection can be easily destroyed if it is an Adamant sword.

But the problem is to scratch the interception and approach the stairs.

I couldn't find a solution to all that, no matter how much I stared 'right eye'.

"I'm not going to involve these people. Besides, relying on the" right eye "is unlikely to find a way out."

"Honest and good. Then surrender."

"- But let me still scratch!

Draw out the Dark Elf's Vajra Iron (Adamant) sword and cast it ailing for the path told by "Right Eye".

A pitch that should have been unintentional, but Ayle gently recieved with minimal wind flow.

"Is that it?"

Ayle shrugged in disappointment and looked at me without even glancing in the direction in which the Vajra Iron (Adamant) sword flew.

- Oh, that's good. Right on target.

Once again, the moment Ayle tried to stretch his right hand forward...

"............ there is!?

Suddenly its back was slashed and torn, and blood splashed.