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

"... poorly spoken, so... passed on, no, maybe... but. I think... Norzuri, the enemy..."

Pompous and the noir speaks without enveloping the true meaning.

"Cannibalism, the... demon... next door... is there, like... that, I feel, I feel... so scared, I... resent, I could say..."

Not just because horrible memories have come back, but precisely because the presence in front of us now is untrustworthy and horrible.

This is a natural emotion.

It would be a difficult undertaking to get along with Norzuri, a demon general who captured and tormented brave parties, including noir, and who was also fierce in the Demon King's War, with a light flat back.

"I'm not even willing to forgive him. But I think you can believe the neutralism of this town and the demon king's army is trying to comply with it. Otherwise, there are a lot of things I can't explain."

As far as the actions of the previous administrators Fraxinus and the demon generals were concerned, I could almost say for sure on this point.

I don't know why the Demon King's Army can't strike out by hard means against Athlopolis, either because following the rules would benefit more, or because the damage would be too great if it were hostile.

"So now you don't have to be afraid of Norzuri. In case you need to rely on Dustin. While you're using that substitute body, Dustin's probably stronger than Norzuri."

"... it's, I know... I know, I know..."

Noir shook his neck to the side more violently than earlier, clenching my clothes tightly, pulling his lips together.

"Luke... accepted me, gave me... I resented him, he was supposed to... brave, both... soon, together, we could fight... Me, too... yes, I have to, I have to... but I can't..."

It was as if it were a blame for itself and a harsh discharge.

"What if... Luke, like, to... can...? Cut it off...... I can work hard......? Tell me, give me, don't..."

"... I'm telling you, I'm not dealing with you in a different way. At first, anyway, now he's one of our most important people."

I grabbed Noir's shoulder softly to get him away to a moderate distance, thought about it a little, and then put in words a reply to a sincere inquiry.

"For once, I may have spoken where you are. I just don't want anyone who cares about me to do anything I can't report with my chest up."

"... important, to people...?

"To Garnett, to Sylvia, to Sakura... oh shit, that's kind of what I'm counting. Anyway, it's about everybody."

While I become aware that I am saying something embarrassing, I nevertheless resolve to have to say it, and continue to tell the truth that I cannot falsify.

"You're right when it comes to dressing. I dug through the past and annoyed a lot of people. It's just that I'm not very good, but I'm not dressed badly enough to get my chest up."

"Yes... if you say so... before, somewhere... I heard, like..."

"Right? It's not a big deal, it's just that. Of course, eventually, depending on the time and the circumstances, we don't always have the same response."

I'm not a man who can call himself a good man or a saint prince.

At least that's what I think myself.

But... no, that's why I don't want to betray the trust of the people I care about.

"... take care of me... think..."

Repeat in a low voice over and over, and hold your fist in front of your chest.

"Ah, yes, thank you... good luck, ru, I feel... do..."

"Well, good for you. Shall we get ready to go, then?"

Noir smiled faintly and nodded small, leaving the room behind for a small run.

I look around the room where no one else is, and then I try to leave the room for the last time.

From the hallway wall at that time, a familiar voice was accidentally thrown.

"Tighten your chest...? Sounds like Temee."

"... Haven't you had this happen a while ago? Sylvia was my opponent then."

If you think you have a sense of ready-to-see somehow, although the content was completely different, the situation is very similar to when Sylvia revealed her troubles.

It would be something that everyone would have personal problems with, and if they were older people carrying titles such as being store managers or team leaders, they would inevitably have more opportunities to consult.

If you ever feel it's a strange coincidence, it's that Garnett (this guy) is on both sites.

"What are you talking about? Cancer. It's better if the escort goes somewhere on his own. I kept an eye on him, not to disturb him."

"Well, that's true,"

I scratched my head gently while I took it to the wall and looked at Garnett waiting for me.

... there were two of them: Garnett, who frowned, and Ezel, a brave man whose mouth had not been suppressed from burning.

"What? What? What was that then? By the way, you know what? Once Garnett realized Sir Luke had been alone with the woman, he turned back in a great panic..."

"No, you're not, are you? Noir is unstable, and as soon as he meets the Warlord, he can be left alone."

Garnett combined his hands and hands from the front with Ezel and drove them against the wall, peeking into his face and staring at him as if he were even comparing forces.

The grinningly awesome staring face that draws is a facial expression because it's not really a furious but careless relationship, and Ezel continues to resist like that playing with how she understands it too.

It seems like a good sight for a boy's friends, but I didn't know they were going to be able to show that to each other with a good amount of equipment.

I heard Garnett was a friend from before he started to falsify his gender, but what the hell was his relationship like back in the day - I just want to believe that if possible it wasn't the time to make a combination like this.

"Well, what is it, Garnett? I know that's not what you mean, but I know you've been devoting less time these days to just you. When we get back to the ground safely, we'll make it up to you."

"Ooh... it doesn't matter at all..."

The garnet's cheeks blush slightly.

As soon as Ezel, who didn't miss out on it, tried to make fun of it, Garnett, who was reading through the reaction, hit him in the head from close range.

"Ouch!?

"Hey White Wolf's. You don't have to worry about what he says."

Garnett walks out with a stuffy ezel on his ass with his forehead down.

All I could do was smile hard to say.