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

"Blah!"

The moment he admitted to that appearance at the edge of the open-air hall, Noir raised his sad voice unexpectedly.

The gray hair (scuffle) that was enough to cover his back was torn unbroken by his shoulder, his always confident face was deeply scratched and stained with dark emotions, and his empty left sleeve was shaken by the wind from the fire.

The shadow of temperament is no longer shard, but only distorts the face in a physical and psychological manner cornered.

But I don't feel hatred, just sadness and suffering coming through.

For the twin sister, Noir, the only flesh parent, it was a tragedy that could only be described as grief.

"I'm sorry, sister... I, I...!

A white flame is created in Bran's right hand.

Cover-up magic is magical enough to disappear easily due to intense movements and increased magic.

It is no exaggeration to say that you have shown the will to engage by disarming it yourself.

"... Blanc! How...! This......!

The black flame of the noir welcomes the white flame emitted.

A flashing flash. A magic bullet in an arc-drawing orbit flies around, dazzling a linear flamethrower, but it also fires off a similar attack.

Edward, who became an unsuccessful witness to repeated magic activations and offsets without time to breathe, could only stand up without words.

Too advanced magic reward.

Accuracy and power for activation speed. The magic of polishing all the elements to a high standard is played out at all costs.

There is little room left for a burnt blade demon prop user to break in.

Hidden in a rush, Bran stitches up the shadowy magic of the noir extended in the form of crawling through the floor with a pile of light.

"Why...? It's settled... I don't have a place anymore!

Bran raised his arms high and deployed multiple magic formations in the air.

The shadow of the mud extending from the foot of the noir unfolds domed to receive the dazzling rays shot from there directly beneath.

"Back on the ground, you're a traitor and a felon! For the Demon King Army, a fugitive! Either way, they're gonna kill me! I have to go... to Agate Lamb! No matter how bad they know they are!

"... Huh! Oh no...!

The shadow dome that took the attack collapses, scattering black fog-like magic.

Even if the sight is blocked for a few seconds, interception and defense are fully possible as long as we feel signs of magic - it was the biological blanc that had struck the noir that had thought of it so, breaking through the thick fog of pitch black without any magic.

"Ohhhhh!

"What...!

He gets caught with his right hand on the collar and rolls down the floor of the open-air hall as the two of them rub together, keeping the impetus thrust.

Bran, who was horseback ridden and took the top, shook down his remaining arm to the noir many times as he ate his teeth with a face that was still about to cry out.

Too naive for a beating.

Noir could easily defend himself with both hands, but even if he didn't, he wouldn't have much pain.

Edward had stood up in a different way than earlier, turning away from the advanced magic reward and starting an effort that was also inferior to child fights.

"To your sister! I don't know! I guess!

Noir can't turn from being awkward or fighting back against Blanc, who slaps his fist with emotion.

Or have you unconsciously avoided clinging to the weak taste of your left arm that you have taken away?

"I bet that adventurer didn't resent your sister either! You must have prepared a place for me! Forgive me gently, accept! You must have let me sin!

"... Bran, that, is..."

"I had no future like that! I could only be turned into a monster, like Falcon or Julia, or betrayed humanity! What's so different from your sister?

Noir finally took a massive beating with all his strength and held his right arm firmly in his hands.

And to Bran, who scratches her feet to unshake her, she also sticks up her throat full of tears.

"... no! It's not...! Luke said... I said (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) about me!

Blanc stopped moving on words he never expected.

"I'm not going to forgive you... but I don't want to hit a grudge... with a new, fulfilling life... that I'm not interested..."

It was not accepted because it was forgiven by mercy, it was missed because it did not even arouse interest.

That was what Blanc had assumed, something that did not apply to any possibility.

"Whether I, to the consciousness of sin, suffer... have atoned for sin, feel better, be easier... Luke, I don't care, thrust away... I put it into it, it's just...!

"Bullshit, don't be ridiculous! They were so desperate to protect your sister when I invited her to the Demon King's Army! I don't care. I can't believe that!

"... so glad..."

Noir grabs Bran's arm, which is upsetting, and puts his utmost effort into overshadowing the horse riding condition.

"Pity, but... kindness, but no... I really, admit, I got it... I felt it, because...! Me, if I could do something... even Bran, I'm sure...!

"... Huh! I can't! My sister didn't do anything to that adventurer! That's why I was forgiven! I said I'd cut him off! I'm sure he hates me enough to tear it apart."

At the next moment, the entire great tree swayed again into a big explosion.

A tremendous vibration also passes into the open-air hall, with deep cracks running in the aftermath of the magical reward and in the areas injured by stray bullets.

The crack then instantly leads to collapse, with about half of the open-air hall tilting diagonally toward the outside.

"Ha ha!?

"Ugh......!

Noir and blanc slipping off to roll down steeply tilted floors.

Edward, who was barely in the safety zone near the entrance and exit, shouted the name of Noir out loud, but his voice was cancelled by the roar and not reached the two ears.

Clashing against a fence surrounding the edge of the outdoor open air at the end of the slip, Noir was able to stop there, but the fence that hit Bran broke down and didn't make sense.

White bran body thrown into the dark at night.

I stretched out my arms to grab the edge and cut the universe in vain.

"Blah!"

- I was grabbed by both hands of the noir and spared from falling.

Noir had managed to keep Bran in a suspended state with both arms while using the fence to prevent his own fall.

However, it was clear that there was not enough arm strength to pull it out of there, rather it was even difficult to maintain the status quo.

"Sister... why...? They ordered me alive!?

"No! They didn't give me orders! I... never want Bran to die again... this is mine, I'm exhausted..."

Instead of helping because someone else instructed me to, I wanted to help, of my own free will, and moved on to action.

Bran, who witnessed Noir's appearance, just lay his eyes down on the drizzle and murmured with a calm voice as if the possession had fallen.

"There's a sister who couldn't have done anything without me... oh, she could've really lost her place"

"Bran......! Magic, use anything, they're coming up...!

Poor grip and arm strength can't support the weight of one human being, and Blanc's arms are about to slip off a little bit, away from both hands of the noir.

Noir was also desperately working his head to figure out which magic could overshadow the status quo, but it seemed that Blanc himself needed help to do so.

And Bran looked up and smiled with a crying face.

"I'm sorry, sister. Maybe I should have done this from the beginning."

"Stop it!"

"Pa (...) La (...) La (...) a (...) z (...)"

A spell I once chanted to make Luke the Adventurer easy to leave behind.

Activated at the lowest output, it creates a slight paralysis in both hands of the noir, taking away the power that connects Bran's life.

"Blanc!"

Noir is set to burn his own sister's eyes as she falls to the surface.

I'm sure it'll be a sight I'll never forget.

It will be engraved as a wound that will not disappear even if it dies.

No matter how much happiness awaited ahead, I guess the presence of my sister, who couldn't save her, would shed its shadow.

But - what fateful prank to fulfill, there was never such a end in sight for the two of us.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Someone kicked the outer wall from far down and jumped on top of it, taking Bran wildly as it gained momentum, jumping over the noir's head and landing where the collapse had not spread.

Next to a noir confused with no idea what the hell had happened, now a familiar little boy stepped down.

"Huh, fuck you. Don't let them get away with it, you acorn bastard. He was involved in the Agate Lamb. There are mountains of things to hear."

"Ga...... garnet......!?

"You're safe, too, above all. That... that's it. Sounds like you did well. We're glad we made it."

Laughed at by a garnet that looked the same as usual, Noir felt his vision seep into tears.

For him, I guess Bran is only the perception of a valuable source for hostility.

Still, that's why he doesn't kill Bran on this occasion.

With all my heart I want to hear a little about my mother's revenge, I must try to protect anything from danger.

Noir couldn't help but snorted and continued to snort, surrounded by a sense of relief and a hint of guilt towards Garnet.