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

Shortly after hiding Hildo in the shadows, the figure of Ayle descending the stairs appears under magical lighting.

Me and Garnett lined up shoulder to shoulder and confronted the mighty enemy in front of us.

"Oh man... for what you said you couldn't move out of that place, you just caught up to me"

"This platform was just within our reach, too. More than that, did you care to give up?

I didn't respond in words, but it still seemed to convey to Ayle the will that was embedded in our attitude.

"... is that right, too bad. Then you have no choice."

Unfortunately with an attitude not even in his heart, Ayle stretched one arm forward all the time.

"Change your mind as soon as possible. You are not replicated psychosomes. Fatal injuries can lead to death."

Business style emitted in a cool manner.

Even avoiding a whirlpool of twisted and rough wind with one hair, its tremendous wind pressure makes Garnett all roll down the floor.

"Or do you think there's an opportunity for even one in 10,000? If so, I'm sorry in a different way. I thought you had eyes for reality."

"If you win... there is."

I whip on my painful body and wake myself up with my hand in my knee.

"The blockade of the entire building and so much more... so flashly sprinkled with resources... isn't there a lot of magic we can turn around?

"You're overrated, aren't you? The order is reversed in the first place. Because we decided this level of magic was enough for control, and we focused our efforts on guidance and capture."

Wind bullets are rolled out so dense that Ayle waves lightly and distorts his vision.

Garnett, who came forward, cut off the wind shell with the sword of the Vajra iron (Adamant), but the aftermath of a bouncing storm ravaged his luxurious body and blew it backwards for each of me who stopped it.

He crashes from his back onto the side of the train's leading vehicle and can't even breathe in severe pain.

"Ha...! Ho ho......!

"... ugh! White Wolf's! Damn, my body even moves the way it wants, to this extent......!

Still grabbing Garnett's shoulder trying to pop up and ear the strategy ahead.

This is the only way for us to grasp the thread of reversal.

It's a gamble that puts itself at risk and creates a winning chance.

"We don't have hobbies to enjoy shaking the weak so let's end this now. This is my last recommendation. Will you surrender? If you don't agree, you'll have to resort to tough tactics."

Wind and magic condense in the hands of Ayle, creating a translucent spear of magic.

"You will all die suddenly and unexplained. Is it not the Kingdom's official task to come to this world so quickly? And even if a few of them die mysteriously, it's highly unlikely that the people left behind will get to the cause."

"Totally...... I don't know how far you're looking. If anyone notices the cause of death, if I die, they'll lose my 'right eye' too..."

"The truth is, I can't let you die. Unfortunately, we can't break information control. It's a bitter decision."

With a truly unfortunate attitude, Ayle shook her head small to the side.

I guess it's true that you don't want me to die as much as possible.

Except that's not because you have positive feelings for me personally, but because you don't want to lose the 'right eye' of the alphazule that resided in my body.

If 'right eye' were more important than anything, he could have taken it hostage and broken the status quo, but it can't be like that with hatred.

'Right Eye' is a factor that cannot be overlooked for Ayle, but it is not enough to superior the High Elf's mission of keeping the secrets of the past.

"Could I have spared the 'right eye' and hoped that no matter what, only my life would be saved?

"... just a little"

"Then give me one last response."

No branch will exist from here on out.

Our fate will be determined by the next word.

Will you accept the memory manipulation and let only life be missed?

Do you keep fighting and putting your life at risk?

The opinions of the three of us here have already been put together.

So I threw that will straight back with a rough choice of words as if Garnet's tone had been infected (depression).

"K (...) So (...) Ku (...) et al (...) eh (...)"

"Too bad, goodbye"

Without any mercy or hesitation, Ayle vividly threw the spear of the wind, as well as tailoring the featherworm he decided to crush.

- "Right Eye" indicates. I need to get that one.

I thrust Garnet with my left arm and turned myself against the other side to the best of my ability.

My left arm bounces and flies in the corner of my vision.

The bones and flesh between the shoulders and elbows are crushed and scattered, and the left arm, which is shortened in half, dances through the universe.

This is the limit even if you try to avoid the best.

Not to mention the second and third pitches over there must be easy to release.

――――

Shortly after raising his distressed voice, a spear of wind with his left arm chipped off pierces the leading vehicle behind him, causing him to roll over as he halves it with tremendous destructive force.

Furthermore, the energy source that had accumulated inside the leading vehicle - that is, the high density of magic - was exploded and scattered pieces of metal, large and small, hit me from behind.

"but haha......!

The tip of a piece of metal wet in blood, both from the chest and from the belly, gives a face.

I couldn't stand the blast, and I was blown forward and I stuck my elbow and knee on the floor.

Severe pain, blood loss, distorted vision.

If you don't [repair] the wound as soon as possible, you won't be able to remain conscious.

"Poor thing. If I hadn't been boring, I wouldn't have suffered so much."

"... bad, man... only mean... strained... can't live. It's quality."

"Was I? Then I will show you respect for your legacy."

Ayle walks over here.

Perhaps to stab the stomach with certainty.

To not tolerate the evil ascension that relied on any more 'right eye'.

"I will say this in your honor. If you and the escort knight could have used your skills, they wouldn't have been one-sided so far. In that case, I had to do everything I could to deal with you."

"Oh... if you can use your skills, even now... you can reverse them..."

"Maybe. Because I (I) am in a situation where I cannot do everything in my power. But that's an unfulfilled dream."

A second wind spear forms in Ayle's hand.

The next blow is impossible to deal with.

At least we need to [repair] the flesh now.

But now [repair] and (...) is (...) yes (...) kane (...) yes (...).

It wasn't when I couldn't, it wasn't when I should.

"Again. Good day, like..."

Fast shadows cross behind Ayle.

Then the long golden hair slit and fell sharply at his neck, and a red line rose across his neck, and his head leaned slightly with an eruption of blood.

"Huh?"

I still can't [repair] the wound - yes, not until this time.

Until the moment Garnett regains his skills and strikes a deadly blow to Ayle.