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

- For Valentine Argentia, meeting that woman was both an unspeakable happiness and an unsatisfactory misfortune to devote to the brush tongue.

The first time I met him was when Rembrandt Argentia, his father and the man who led the predecessors of the Silver Wings Knights, introduced him by saying he had looked after his remarriage.

Along with his late eldest brother, Valentine had been told that he looked terribly like his father, but he no longer dreamed of resembling even a woman's taste.

In other words, at the same time as I miss the affection of love for the woman I just met, I became certain that it would not pay off.

Although it was extremely unfortunate, there was nothing more to it than to break it off that it had no edge.

He was conscious of fulfilling his duties as his father's successor and only strived to shake off his untrained.

- Then one day a few years later.

During the war of reunification involving the entire continent, when consultations were underway between the Fatherland and Father descending into King Alfred's military gate in the Kingdom of Westland and assuming the Kingdom's official duties in exchange for the retirement of the old cadres.

A dark merchant who had made suspicious moves in the country was prosecuted, and rare metals of unknown origin… Valentine, who had insisted on a new Knights leader, was responsible for investigating the path to obtaining Mithrills.

Prosecution and investigation are no fault in themselves.

The Dark Merchant handled a lot of illegal merchandise, and he kept his mouth shut tight by the unusual about how he got Mithril.

If there was any bad luck - that woman and her young daughter would also have stayed in the fortress that was capturing the Dark Merchant.

The trigger is just a trivial coincidence.

My father missed his wife to a safe place during his engagement with King Alfred, but decided to call her back because of the speech and the merger, and along the way she was transported to stay in the fortress where Valentine was stationed - that's all.

That night, the castle fortress was suddenly attacked by an unidentified group and badly damaged.

- The number of casualties among soldiers is enormous, and the function of the fortress is substantially lost.

- Dark merchants are slaughtered by the time they don't retain their original form.

- Rembrandt Argentia's young wife was also murdered and her young daughter suffered minor injuries.

- Valentine Argentia, who commanded the troops and was in a position to protect that woman, was also so destroyed flesh that she was told it was a miracle that she was not dead.

On the face of it, the case was announced as an assault by a former nobleman opposed to the national merger, replacing Valentine, who had become irreversible, and Carmine, then a strange brother who had left the house, would be recalled as the Knights Commander.

Until who made the cover-up decision, Valentine doesn't know either.

Was the defeat of the unidentified organization the father who considered it a disgrace within him, or was it used by the then king - not King Alfred, but the king on the absorbed side - on the pretext of the solemnity of the Thorough Antiwar?

Which is fine for Valentine.

An investigation into the incident was later conducted in secret under the command of Carmine, and it turns out that the mastermind of the raid was the crime for the mouth sealing of a dark merchant who was deeply involved in the trafficking, in a group called Agate Lamb of the Mithrill trafficking organization.

And the woman's daughter wanted to fight her mother's enemies, and she threw herself into battle with her gender as a knight of silver wings, and to this day...

"-Garnett. You may have forgotten, but you weren't the only mothers and daughters who were in that place that day."

From a corner of Athlopolis, on a branch of a certain great tree, Valentine was looking down on his own at the township slammed down in the midst of chaos.

Black smoke and flames rise from there in the city, and a stream of water manipulated by the demons of the aquatic habitat tries to extinguish the fire, and the pillars of fire rise in another place.

But Valentine's consciousness wasn't such a tragedy or anything, it was only tilted by the appearance of Garnett and Luke Whitewolf, who ran through the boulevard without even shaking their sides.

"Vengeance...... oh right. This is revenge against Agate Lamb. But it's not my revenge. I don't have the right to revenge if I just lose like a commander."

Even though no one listens, Valentine is disclosing her mood in a conversation that took an act.

From time to time, the face covered in white masks was hidden in the hood of a wizard and strange foreboding and still could not ask for an expression, but only the voice color was richly discouraged as if to make up for it.

"This revenge belongs to that woman. She wouldn't have killed me. They took my life just to say I was in that place. If there's any atonement I can make, it's just to accomplish his (...) restoration (...) revenge (...) of a woman (...) - don't you think?

Creepy signs of paranoia and confusion seeping out from behind narratives that could even be accepted as cheerful.

If there had been others present on this occasion, I would have had to feel the fear I might say.

After all, was only flesh broken then?

Even the spirit was smashed and connected in a distorted way, is it not true?

... I must have fallen into those senses and had to question Valentine's sanity.

But no one blames this man for his differences, and emotional outbursts continue to follow a path of deterioration.

"You are just a living copy of your mother. As someone who represents her vengeance, she deserves no more. That's why I wanted you to move, not anyone else... but I wanted to be present at this moment...!

Valentine therefore did not intend to await Garnett's return to the ground as she told him that Agate Lamb was lurking in the dungeon.

Though I wanted to be present at that moment when the girl who deserved to represent her vengeance on Agate Lamb would take her hand in vengeance.

There's nothing more to it than calling it a delusion that neglects logic and efficiency.

Regardless, diving into the dungeon could also not find a clue to Agate Lamb.

In a way, I'd say Valentine won the bet.

To bet you won't get anything but satisfaction.

"... Luke Whitewolf. Thank you so much for bringing me here. When it's all over, I'm sure it'll be a good brother-in-law."

At that moment, a single hotline pierced Valentine's chest from behind.

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Light but therefore no sound.

A burnt hole in the fist was worn through the torso.

"Unidentified person (announ), eliminated. Adventurer Guild or Knights Associate, etc..."

Valentine never noticed, but he discovered what a single automatic doll was like to be aroused on a tree and shot through the back by a hotline trick planted in his arm.

I wasn't aiming for that as a target either, with the mess of killing it because I saw it by chance.

"I was calling out for something I don't know, but have you gone crazy... your life is still brittle. The body, the spirit..."

Shortly after the male automatic doll turned its heel on the tree and tried to return to the building integrated with the trunk - there was a dull noise of stiffness and the doll just collapsed on the neck (...) or (...) et al. (...).

The no-neck doll falls out of balance, crashing into the surface as she hits the branches over and over again, lowering her limbs at a strange angle and stopping moving.

- You should have been after your head.

And from the lost neck up, it fit in Valentine's hand with a wind hole through his chest.

"You've had your hands on a variety of means for a long time to connect your life. Thanks to the wizards' modification of their bodies, they became a body that didn't die easily. Nevertheless, it's only very recently that I've been able to go away so far... oh?

Valentine crushed it with boring force, realizing that the doll's head held with both hands had stopped functioning at all.

Then he put his hand in a hole worn on his chest, exhaled a melancholy sigh and shook his neck to the side.

"These clothes, they're borrowed from friends, right? What will Ambrose say later? He's surprisingly clothes-limited."