My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop
Episode 449: The Golden Wolf Maiden
"It's our material for human modification. Of course, I use other ingredients, which are usually about 30% of the time."
Stunning - and a lot (how long) of convincing goes by the back of my brain.
I don't really think that human modification can be achieved by legitimate means enough to prolong life.
"In other words, the basic technology to extract the material (...) from the medallion has already been established and operated"
"... With that said, it wasn't uncommon for a wizard to bring in a request to collect demonic material. I was wondering what the hell you're using it for..."
"It's a very small part of the use. It's not expendable."
In land with wizard strongholds nearby, requests from wizards were often also brought to the Alliance.
Some of them seek parts of the demonic body, something that was often discussed among fellow adventurers as to what ritual they use it for.
Naturally, no one could have argued that I was using it to create and change my own flesh.
"It's not until I adjust the medallion that I get my hands on. Later, I'll leave everything to Luke Whitewolf's [restoration] skills and the power of the 'right eye'"
Ambrose turned to Garnett, who stood next door, not me.
"If it's his' right eye ', you'll also see that there's no small workmanship in the workmanship I've added to the medallion. If it's up to him, not me... don't you think I could give it a try?
Soon after I wanted to speak up about what I was talking about, I turned my gaze to Garnett again.
I'm sure he would reject it immediately - contrary to such expectations, Garnett was hesitant (for) to answer instantly, apparently in a troubled manner.
Is it because it is clear that the matter of the right arm of the example is reversible?
Is it because it's me, not Ambrose, who applies my hand?
Either way, Garnett's air like this was evidence that feelings were moving from rejection to acceptance.
"... it seems worth a try."
"Are you sure? There's no guarantee it's gonna work."
"I trust you...... wouldn't that be a reason?
Garnett looked up at me, moving only her neck, and raised the edge of her mouth to smile.
"I've been helped over and over and over again, exposing myself to incompetence. I'm not in a position to boast, but I think my very existence is proof of your power."
"So you think it's okay to be [fused] with the Warcraft?
"If you can't, I'm already dead. In the first place, both arms are slashed off. Normally, it's a fatal wound without waiting for a blood loss."
It is a bold split because it is about me.
It is unacceptable to push the same reasoning on others, but if the person of the moment says so, there is no objection.
"... well, Garnett would think so..."
Speaking of me, I was in too much of a complicated mood.
Mixing elements of the Warcraft with the human body, minus the fact that we have done similar things before, is not a matter that allows us to shake our necks cheaply vertically.
Moreover, the subject is Garnett.
Of course it sucks to fail and not be able to put it back, but I also can't stand to make you look ugly if you don't.
But I don't want to scorn Garnett's will to be strong.
Besides, if you care about the appearance problem, that's the one thing you won't be able to judge if you don't actually try.
"Valentine. What do you think?
Ambrose asked Valentine for her opinion, too, when I was stuck responding.
"… even if the performance has reached the required level, it cannot be tolerated if the appearance changes significantly."
Though it's the different reasons, oddly enough, I see a concurrence with Valentine.
And it should be called a natural outcome, we had the same weaknesses as each other.
"Then let's try it. What happens to the appearance is not known in the aerospace theory on the desk. Of course, if Sir Garnett wants it, but..."
Soon afterwards, we followed Ambrose's room to the lab he had set up at the Knights headquarters.
Garnett's response to Ambrose's inquiry was a word of 'want to try'.
Neither me nor Valentine could bring up a reason to refuse until 'Test Operations', and I could only shake my neck vertically if I just tried.
"The usage is as explained. The medallion of Warcraft Scoll has a restraint seal. And with magic, you'll be able to use it exactly the way you want."
Look over the lab with repeated explanations.
Although the name is the laboratory, it is large enough to allow flashy combat training, as it is a substitute for the modification of the unused hall into a blowout.
Some damage can be undone with my [repair], so I won't have to hesitate.
"Do it. of the White Wolf."
"... ok"
Keep your distance and take a glimpse of Ambrose and Valentine confronting us, then drop your gaze on Garnett looking up at this one in front of you.
Start the "Right Eye of Ji" with your hands on the right half of your face.
"Right Eye," transformed into a blue flame-like mass of magic, ready to spot the occurrence of an anomaly immediately, before pressing Scoll's medallion in his gripping hand against Garnett's chest.
"Let's go......!
"Oh, come on."
Inject the magic of [synthesis] and [fusion] into the flesh of Medallion and Garnet with the invincible grin of Garnet.
The glow of magic permeates from the chest and spreads throughout the body without taking seconds.
Various appearances of Garnett that I've stared at so far pass the back of my brain.
Laughing face. Ridiculous face. An alarmed face on an angry face.
And - a face you're not supposed to have shown anyone but me.
Even if it's temporary, if I can undo it with my own skills, I'm not going to be able to stand the loss of such a garnet figure.
If it's so-so (...), I'll do it instead.
That's how I make you fight with me.
I don't care what it is to be a werewolf beast man.
"… [fusion], done"
Get your hands off the garment and the adhesive medallion.
The glow of magic is gradually lost, so that you can see clearly what a changed garnet looks like.
"... Hey, Luke. What do you say? Me, what's going on...?
…………
Couldn't get back to you right away.
I don't know what to say...... I could have thought of the expression 'changed' without thinking about it, but it had actually changed almost nothing.
Garnett looks down at his body anxiously and exhales a short, reassuring breath.
"The shape of your body remains human. Are there more furry parts on your clothes because you stuck with the Warcraft?... Whew! Your nails are getting sharp!
Garnett's face, which changes his temperament and expression, was exactly the same as it was before he attempted [fusion] with the Warcraft.
If I insist, when I open my mouth wide, is it about the extent to which I get a peek at the dog teeth that have grown?
But there was only one big change I could tell from just looking down from the front.
"... Garnet..."
"Am I right? This is successful, isn't it? I don't think he's changed at all."
"... I'll touch you"
"What are you touching... hiccup!?
Instead, I reach for Garnett's head and take a look at it like a bunch of hair bouncing near the top of his head.
... has contents.
It's not just here. It's a touch of golden fur.
The meat under the hair has a texture similar to that of the earlobes...... or perhaps even functionally so.
"You're growing, my ear. Like a wolf."
"Uh-huh!? Seriously!... Seriously! There's something!
Garnett hurriedly touched his head, followed by a hand on the back side of his hips.
"So what's the odd cramped side of your pants ass from earlier... the tail? Is that your tail?
"Don't say your ass or anything!
We stick our voices out in confusion with each other.
Who the hell could have predicted this development?
I can't believe the result of being one with the Warcraft medallion is in the form of wolf ears, tails and fangs growing.