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

"The rogue misrill that Agate Lamb circulated on the ground. Mithrill murder weapon used by the Ripper of the Night (Night Ripper) - and remnants of the scene where a (...) person (...) was killed. It turns out that all those misrills are mixed with the same impurities."

It was Garnett like no other who understood what that statement meant earlier than anyone else.

The open eyes are stained with passion through amazement, with both shoulders and clenched fists in small pieces.

Valentine didn't mind Garnett's anger or anything, but continued to tell the facts in a pale way.

"Mithril impurities are not due to the immaturity of purification technology. Intentional to slow down performance and sell, because in the case of night cleavers (night trippers) they threatened customers to make them. But the composition of the artificial impurities matched…"

"All the masterminds were the same organization. That's what you're saying. I saved you the trouble of tightening up that Norzuri bastard."

Garnett squeezes out even a murderous voice.

I was going to hear it from the Demon General Norzuri, the last fragment of a complex puzzle - that's what was now told from Valentine's mouth.

We knew from the outset that both the organization that had illegally distributed the prohibited product, Mithril, and the one that killed Garnet's mother, were 'Agate Rams'.

The presence behind the "true enemy", who once defeated the Demon King's Army and drove it to the upper echelons of the dungeon, and the mutilator (Nightripper) on the night of repeated murders in the King's capital was also almost certainly seen as identical by various sources found so far.

- Two beings have in common a rare metal called 'Mithril'.

The hypothesis that the two are the same organization would be an easy imagination for anyone to come up with.

Until now, however, there has been no basis.

Though both me and Garnett had thought of it in their heads, they couldn't pull it up more than just delusions and had it buried in one of a few hypotheses.

But Valentine's testimony is a clear enough basis to connect the two.

If the ingredients of the mixed substance coincided in the course of processing, they should be considered processed in the same place or by the same tissue.

Because there is no common criterion such as' this impurity should be put in 'in Mithril.

"The ones who killed my mother are trying to burn down the town and kill humans, right?... in front of me! Oh, yeah! Right in front of me! Just like then!

Garnett screams her throat all ripped, distorted like a beast threatening her neat face, claws up and clenches on the chest of her clothes.

What's there is a small old wound.

An unforgettable trace of the cutting tip of a blade piercing the mother who sheltered the young garnet ripped through the weak flesh.

"... the son of a bitch...!

Even though his heart was stirred by fierce hatred, Garnett didn't do anything like run away from the scene and throw himself into battle.

- I can't do this. If I can finally fulfill my purpose, I'll probably be a nuisance to the rest of them.

With that said, I hold my fist all over my teeth and endure the urge that would come up from the bottom of my belly.

I don't have the right to ask why.

I'm the only one who's stopped her from coming to this place.

Because the existence of an opponent with a duty to protect must have turned into a stiff shackle.

"Of the White Wolf... I am...!

"Garnet."

Put your hands gently on your trembling shoulders.

That's all I found out was that the force that was caged in Garnet's thin body was loosing.

"Let's go. We'll stop them."

"... Luke"

The word that came out with my mouth poked naturally was not to ask me to act, but to fight with you.

It was something I didn't know was true.

I told him that he should be in the rear because he wasn't going to be a force of war, and the roots of his tongue didn't dry either, because he said he was going to jump out of himself into the middle of danger.

Garnett seemed unable to keep up with his understanding at first, but soon he gripped his fist a lot and nodded vigorously with a full face of war.

Not the hateful and angry face I had earlier, but the same invincible and lovely smile you had when you faced danger and threats with me so many times before.

"Oh! Let's go!

But naturally, Mark rushes to pinch his mouth.

"Right, Captain! What are you talking about! It's dangerous!

"Bad, Mark! I'm counting on you to help Sir Ulysses! If you think I'm in danger, you run away right now!

My mind and body were strangely lighter because I had spoken the true truth without falsehood.

There is no such thing.

Deep down, I wanted to help Garnett fulfill his wishes.

I jumped Mark's instructions to get to the lake right away, and then I ran out to the grand capitol, shouldering Garnett.

"What the hell, really! You've been so full of me for a long time, he is!

Mark flew his full curse in the direction where the two ran off, clearing up some of his depression, and then decided to leave the scene as directed.

I don't want to be in a place like this without an order.

Even if the enemies around you have been swept away.

With Ulysses ships, you can always escape to the lake, so it's safe to go to the lake no matter what you think.

"That's right. Uh... Sir Valentine"

"Sir is unnecessary. The knight's title was returned to him as soon as he became a body that could barely move."

"... I don't know the details, but I know you oiled the fire. What you wanted to do until you deceived us was incite Sir Garnett like that?

Delaying the withdrawal to the lake. But it's worth asking.

No, it is necessary. Mark was so sure.

If you just wanted to tell me that, leaving it to the real Sir Ambrose wouldn't have interfered in any way.

I mean, this man's purpose is separate.

We became Lord Ambrose, deceiving our own eyes, but for a reason we wanted to tread on this land.

"Well, it's hard to explain it concisely..."

Valentine moved his head hidden in the hood and forehead with ease, as if he were even a public tale, and tricked him to raise his gaze.

"You should tell Garnett this later. That day, I was in that place before (...) the (...) the (...) the (...) the (...) the (...) the (...). If you thought I could talk, you'd hear more about it."

Valentine kicked the surface and jumped, wondering if he had let him unilaterally talk about what had not been the answer at all.

Then, with lightness as if the doll were pulled up by a thread, the flesh covered in heavy clothing lands on the branches of the great tree.

On several occasions to keep making that leap, Valentine quickly disappeared into the back of a black smoky town.

"... a body that can barely move, you're absolutely lying..."

Only less than ten seconds in time.

Just one. Mark left on this occasion could no longer but grumble.