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

"It's like my [repair] skills...!

Gandalf took my overflowing voice without moving a single eyebrow.

"The intelligent races all challenged the resurrection of the alphazur. Theoretically, if we have more than one proper primitive, we can produce just a few primitive replicas of the alphazule at the time it leaves its magic mark."

What was spoken was neither a denial nor an affirmation, but only a continuation of the explanation.

If you want to know the relationship between the means of resurrection of the alphazle and [repair] skills, listen carefully to the rest of the story... as if that's what they're telling you.

"But none of the attempts came to fruition. It is also significant that the conditions required for the plasma were only poorly understood, but more than that, the disruption of the distribution of supplies made it difficult to maintain civilization and technical skills."

It is clear from the current state of affairs that the resurrection was unsuccessful.

Otherwise, demon kings Gandalf and Evaldi, as well as Ayr Sethroomnil, should not be in the (...) wind (...).

"The depopulation we talked about earlier and the luxury of demons also hung on to it. The room to just focus on the resurrection of the alphazle is lost from generation to generation..."

"… and then began to use Reeveslasil to supplement the population"

"Ruri. But that's what made ancient magic civilizations (...) thorn (...)"

"What do you mean...?

Before continuing, Gandalf turned his gaze to His Majesty Alfred sitting behind me.

It's like asking if you don't mind.

His Majesty breathed deeply and threw up, opening his mouth heavily.

"... all of you. Perhaps from here forward, we will step into a hypothesis that only some people in the kingdom know. Knowing this, or it may never happen again that s (...) ki (...) l (...) will (...) enter (...) et al (...) into (...) hand (...). If you have anxiety, exit. I'll forgive you."

His Majesty Alfred's proclamation was clearly telling the extraneous story that it was a 'hypothesis that should not yet be known'.

Most of the faces in this setting cannot deduce the contents of the hypothesis, but there is no way of trying to leave the room.

Of course I am, Garnett and Ezel, and Hildo are all there - with the exception of Ambrose, who was alone.

"At least I haven't had more skills since I learned the example hypothesis. I got it ten years ago before that, so it won't be causal evidence... but you guys are still young. You're not old enough to be cut off from new skills like me, are you?

The words seemed more directed at Garnett and Ezel than at me.

For me, there was more to 'less new skills', but for them, it shouldn't be.

But that's why these two are scared.

"That's an extra favor. White Wolf's can make you much stronger and trustworthy than your bad skills."

"If you don't have more new skills, it doesn't mean you won't be able to use or train the skills you have now. That would be enough... wouldn't it?

"... I can't say for sure because the sample count is extremely small, but it hasn't been confirmed in the current case"

And Ambrose, for some reason, did not try to ascertain Hild's will, but kept pushing silently back to the bystander.

Hild is obsessed with focusing on every word Gandalf speaks and engraving it into his memory and in the book at hand, and the surroundings don't look very visible.

Elf magic seems to be different in nature from human skills, and it's understandable that the acquisition of new skills is other human resources - based on that, I think Ambrose's response should be concerned.

Gandalf the Demon King set aside long enough to see how we reacted and then started talking cold again.

"What you call" skill "was the special ability to use magic as an energy resource, gained by believing in gods and doings."

"... oh yeah"

"But think about it. Demons also wield magic as a source of power. Even the potency of herbs is a by-product of the ability to regenerate itself by magic. But... do you think grass and beasts have 'faith hearts'?

That was a wedge-like word to be punched into the scaffold of common sense.

Gandalf broadly extended one arm, letting a small amount of magic swirl over his palm facing the ceiling.

"Originally, the operation of magic is a function unrelated to faith and the like. Just as the grass fills the damage, so the beast spits out the fire. The magic of our elves is also just a refinement of the magic controls that can be exercised by anyone, as if they were learning swordsmanship."

A glimpse of the Demon King turns to Hild - the elf who hid his identity.

That's all Hild did, and he shook and stopped the writing hand as if he had been shot.

"It's just you. The extra process of 'faith' and so on must be sandwiched in the exercise of magic. Young demons seem to mistake themselves for being special, but we are not the ones who know ancient times."

"No way... the 'magic' of ancient magical civilization, unlike our skills today... you mean it didn't require faith in the gods...?

"Ruri. Information that Ayle Sethroomnil tried to hide until he sealed your 'right eye' … the biggest of them is probably this"

I didn't think of it because I took it for granted. I didn't realize. I never imagined it.

The healing principle of medicinal herbs is that medicinal herbs use their powers to try to heal their own damage, causing the wound to act on the aftermath overflowing from the crushed medicinal herbs.

The ability of demons such as those typical of dragons to wield also naturally functions with magic as a fuel substitute.

Those wild flora and fauna believe in the gods? It's a hard assumption.

I never dreamed that I would believe in the gods and give them skills related to the areas in which they are directed - too fundamental common sense would be shaken.

"From here on out, however, it is a matter that had nothing to do with the human beings of the 'Ark of Elements'. The rest is only information that I have learned from people. So… let those who know the history of other dungeons speak."

The magic that was swirling in Gandalf's hands swelled and became so spherical that each person could fit in the air.

And the magic that made up the sphere unraveled, and the resemblance of a translucent young elf - a mental body that mimicked the appearance of Ayle Sethroomnil's youth day - appeared.

"... Damn, I can't believe this is happening... it's like I'm having a bad dream"

Young Ayle's mental body fluttered down in front of Gandalf as he swelled his cheeks in disgruntled fashion.