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

--Whose is this sight that continues to be shown forever?

To tell the truth, I can imagine to some extent the identity of the original person that is the point of view of memory.

Loki - The unidentified person who created the medallion and caused the demise of ancient magical civilization.

There are several reasons for this.

First of all, despite the fact that he was also a member of the Alpha Zulu, the sight he had seen in the past is far from visible in the current world of reproduction.

I can't deny the theory that I am a friend from a later age, but rather, I feel persuasive towards those who think that "I am a person from the perspective of memory, so I can't see the person".

If you think about the former theory, there will be an excessively difficult problem to solve: whose memory is it if it is not Loki?

And the other thing, Alpha Zulu said to me, "I'm learning alchemy."

Of course, it's against the facts, but in fact, I can explain if I think the person from the memory perspective was like that, and above all, I heard that Loki had mastered alchemy.

This is enough material to make a hypothesis.

This memory I'm showing is Loki the Alchemist who created the Medallion and the Beast - a premise that should be met in the future.

The question is why we were thrown into this situation.

With the current clue, it is difficult to convince a hypothesis, even if you can imagine it.

You pulled me in personally.

Am I just stuck in a situation where anyone can get lost? [M]

Did you bring this world into the "right eye" with the intention of influencing visitors in any way?

Was it just a residue from accidental causes or a record without good reason?

I didn't know anything yet.

Perhaps only to the extent that the perpetrator of the incident left a note before execution.

In that case, the mystery remains as to why it was the "right eye".

"(... the noise subsided. Your vision is clearing up....)"

Unpleasant sounds disturbing your hearing and strange sandstorms blocking your vision gradually fade away.

If it is a metaphor for theatre, it is as if once one scene is finished and the curtain is lowered, it will be raised again when the next scene is ready.

I decided to wait for the next memory to begin to reproduce, taking care to act calmly no matter what happens -

"- In the morning?

While being attacked by the strange feeling of waking up in a dream, he slowly wakes up his weak body.

Start by looking around to see where you are.

It's a room somewhere in the house.

At least it feels like a living room with a daily life, not a bedroom.

I have the impression that there are few things and they are idle, and I have a poor feeling of living.

The place where I was sleeping was not a bed either.

Just lying on the sofa and wearing a towel felt like a glimpse into the personal life of the Lord of Memories.

"(Loki's home...? For an alchemist... you don't have any research tools or materials... do you have a separate lab or library...?

As I strolled through my thoughts without speaking up, I was convinced and convinced that I must be.

I wonder if you're kind enough not to confuse me with a new situation.

As I tried to get off the couch with a bitter smile, I noticed a book falling at my feet.

Were you reading a book before you went to sleep?

Also, an unheard girl's voice was thrown from the next room at the tip of an arrow trying to reach out.

Good morning, Father.

The Lord of Voices was a young woman with a gloomy atmosphere - a black woman of her age who had long stretched her white hair.

Somehow, the right half of the face is hidden in a mask, and the skin with a glimpse is so pale that it is pathological.

Still, what does it mean to be your father?

I wondered if time had flown at once, and I checked my condition, but I kept my youth unchanged from the previous scene.

"(No... if Loki lived a long time, he wouldn't look different if he flew for about 20 years...)"

Anyway, it seems that this girl belongs to someone presumed to be Loki, the person of memory.

Should I be cautious about behaving in a way that creates discomfort?

But I didn't even know the girl's name in the first place.

"Ohh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh."

--I couldn't help but be astonished by the words that came out of my mouth naturally.

It's not my own will. I can only describe my body as spontaneous.

It is a phenomenon because the memories of the past have been reproduced... but if I didn't think so, I wouldn't be convinced.

"I was tired yesterday, so I didn't have to call you... * giggle *!

A big white dog rushes towards me through the feet of a shy girl.

The big white dog sneaked up on me, then followed the girl's call and went back to her feet.

"Come here, fu (...) n (...) li (...). Don't interrupt your father."

The girl stroked the white dog with a familiar hand and forgave and smiled at me.

"The meeting with the Wild Hunters was the first thing we planned for today. I'm ready to change. Why don't you have breakfast before you leave?"

"Ah, ahh... thank you"

This is a thank you from my will.

The situation changed too rapidly to follow immediately, but I somehow understood the role of this girl in standing.

The girl threw her white dog into the back of the room and gave her a deep bow with a dull smile.

"If you need my help, please feel free to (...) summon (...) and (...) answer (...) at any time. If it's for your father, I'll run everywhere."