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

"Your throne doesn't, Fire Daylight Girl!"

Burning flashes.

The cherry blossom wrapped around the magic of the divine descent quickly (...) the blade of the tin, and (...) he struck back with a skillful sword.

Silver and cherry sword flashes intersect in multiple ways.

The gladiator, who doesn't even have time to pinch his breath, is clearly an offensive across people's boundaries.

The heat swirling between the intervals increased the roll every second, and the two were just able to thoroughly bystanders.

"Demon General Suzuri! What the hell are you thinking!

The cherry blossom waves a blade on the horizontal giraffe, once cleared of time, turning the cutting edge and raising his voice.

Its eyes seem to look straight at the tin, but its fruit, it cannot look directly at its face, is slightly out of sight.

The reason will not even have to be put into words again.

"Ignorant cherry blossoms. In the many times I've activated a divine descent before, I've fallen into the sensation of being deprived of my own flesh, not once or twice"

"... what happened to that. If we were to bring God down on this body, the danger of being drank by power would naturally come with us."

"But wasn't that feeling something that came down from the outside, something that sprang up from the inside of me?

Cherry blossoms lost their words and pulled their lips together.

Spookiness precedes surprise.

I don't know how Suzuri knows his inner senses - such indissolubility pushes him around, but Cherry Blossom immediately tried to make rational decisions a priority.

I don't know what the hell means I used, but Suzuri is also successfully activating the divine descent again.

Perhaps that's when I was attacked by the same feeling and made the hypothesis that cherry blossoms must have felt this too.

Reasonable explanation can also be given for the success of the divine descent.

The cherry blossom father, the agnostic firekeeper, failed to control the incomplete divine descent he had been forced to master, disguising his death for fear of entangling his wife, and visited the Western continent in search of means of control.

A man named Algernon whom I met there - overcome the rampage with the help of the Duke of Kingswell's real brother, and collaborate in his quest for a dungeon to challenge the breakthrough of the Demon King's Castle - was captured and made into the flesh of the Demon General Suzuri after being turned into an experimental platform.

If at the time of the takeover it was bendably controllable, it's not surprising that it was available multiplied by it.

- Cherry blossoms that try to calmly, rationally and solidify consciousness and contain passion and confusion.

But the words that Suzuri said could easily cut down such cherry blossom efforts.

"You are not unloading God on you. What you call God... the Fire Daylight Girl is inside you."

Demon King Gandalf wants a direct dialogue - I've decided to take that request while I'm lost.

If you had called me for one, you might have just thought it was a trap and refused, but at the same time you couldn't have changed your mind considering the facial touches you were nominated for.

People other than me nominated by Gandalf were His Majesty Alfred and the researchers.

Frosty did not give a specific name for the latter, but there seemed to be no doubt that Hild's participation was in mind.

Even with the minimum number of escorts required, the simple number is about half of what was seen earlier.

His Majesty has accepted the request on it and has advised me to accept it if it is possible for me too.

I can't think of anything other than that I realized I was scared to say no in this situation.

Anyway, we were called by Demon King Gandalf to take a trip to the back of the Fifth Labyrinth.

Me and Garnett, Your Majesty and Ezel, Hild and Ambrose... really a minimal number of people.

If you're evaluating it from a third-party perspective, you might say it's a high-risk high-return choice that puts the king in danger.

But it is also a great feature of a person named King Alfred who is always convincing that if this man decides not to worry.

"- His Majesty Gandalf. We have brought a line of kings Alfred and Luke Whitewolf."

Frosty greets him with humility in front of the door and pushes open the old door.

The sight that was spreading beyond it was a large hall like a dim temple that felt even tranquil, back-to-back with the luxurious and gorgeous Fifth Labyrinth castle.

It is obvious that it is not a space that envisages entertaining guests.

As a literally sacred place, the space I kept trying to keep calm and quiet...... it was the place to get that impression.

Immediately beneath the slightest light pouring from the ceiling, Gandalf the Demon King is just one figure.

And behind the Demon King sits an altar-minded pedestal, and what is dedicated to it - although I don't know the exact shape at this distance - was also a substitute that looked like an old, big spear.

"You've come a lot. The champion of the earth, and heir to the power of the alphazur."

"I see. That's what I dare to call Luke. I saw this case as related to the alphazule"

His Majesty Alfred proceeded with dignity without cowardice and stopped a few steps in front of Gandalf.

We'll follow suit, shoulder to shoulder next to His Majesty.

I don't even see soldiers around me, instead of demon generals.

Frosty never seemed to follow, either, and I gave him a deep courtesy to close the door from the outside.

"Ruri. You have a reason to know. Otherwise, Agate Lamb will take the alphazule."