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

"... Alphazle! Is this situation your fault!?

Throw the first inquiry that should take precedence over anything else.

This is still the one who should suspect this situation as a cause.

I'd even say I don't have any other idea.

But the alphazle only made him try to flatter his shoulders.

"You may not believe it, but I have no part in this situation where you are placed. There's no way to prove it."

"What's irrelevant... are you serious? Even in this world you..."

"No, that's not either. I'm not the one who recreated this world."

I couldn't help but lose my words to statements that overshadowed the very basis of every hypothesis.

It was no other alphabet that gave me the 'right eye of wisdom'.

Nonetheless, do you insist that it has nothing to do with the world reproduced inside it?

"Think about it. It should have been the first and last time you and I met each other in the fight against Gandalf. What was the shape of the space we were in then?

"... it's..."

I couldn't have forgotten.

We had nothing at that time - we were confronted in a space of bland nothingness with no walls or sky.

Wrong, there shouldn't have been any realistic townships or anything like this.

"It was in that space that I was sealing my virtual personality. No reproduction of the doomed township."

"So... then! What the hell is this place?!

I rode myself out to the table and bared my voice.

Now I'm as young as a child, and the alphazle has a youthful youth appearance, but mentally, it shouldn't be any different from when we first met.

Then what is in front of you is an old sage who fought through the destruction of the world, and who has accumulated knowledge beyond my control.

"I have an approximate idea. Who reproduced the annihilated civilization, what the hell made this for, and invited you in? But... now is not the time to talk."

".................. Huh!

"Don't look so scared."

Alphazle kept his body behind the chair and distorted his mouth to smile bitterly.

When we're having a conversation like this, I feel that the Gandalf and the others are one person with an obsession that is close to faith, and I'm about to feel weird about peace of mind.

No, maybe that's why it's a different obsession.

Because he was not a distant being who unilaterally paid tribute, but a being who kept walking next door - as if he had grown stronger every time he overlapped a few starfrosts, without losing it and without strong thoughts disappearing - just looking up far away.

"Things have something called order. Knowledge and information again. Failure to see and hear in the proper order may lead to a distorted understanding. I saw that kind of truth this time."

"... if I ask you the right answer because I'm here now, you mean rolling in a direction that's not good as a result?

"I have that concern. I'm not sure."

When did you (...) and (...) and (...) not (...)?

Is this a profoundly meaningless branch leaf end-of-the-life, or do you dare not even though I can really assure you... not very much, but unlikely to understand.

But reason itself is not a convincing scope.

When explaining something to others, the fear of causing unnecessary confusion and inconsistency in interpretation will persist if we do not order, muscle and convey it.

If we simply confuse them, we can still take them back, but if we make them understand completely differently and they can't correct them, in some cases, it can end badly for each other.

"Alphazle. From the way you put it, does this world mean 'someone' is trying to tell me 'something'?

"Let's be generally positive. It's not like you're the only target."

"Anyone could have told you, but the pattern is that I happen to meet the conditions. I'm not sure about this either."

He spoke up and did not respond, but the expression of the alphazle showed silent affirmation.

I decided, with a long sigh, to sort out in my head the information I had obtained from previous exchanges.

First, this world of memory, which reproduced ancient magical civilizations, was not created by the Alphazle against expectations.

Someone unidentified who created this space seems to have prepared such a big trick to convey some information to a third party, but we don't even know what it is and who it was supposed to be.

The Alphazle seemed to have foreseen everything already, but is concerned that some of them will be prevented from communicating the information as intended and refuses to tell the truth in his own mouth.

"(If you return the back, it means who the Alphazle is going to take such consideration of. I think this is just going to squeeze me pretty tight... after all, um...)"

As things stand, suspects are only counted with one hand.

Especially likely were (...) Eh (...) One (...) person (...).

If the person was Ten Himself, who created the world of memory, some of the discomforts he had previously felt would be put together and iced away.

However, there is no denying the possibility that he has never known his name or existence before, and in that case, he will be entirely at your disposal.

"It's a good opportunity. Let me answer a few questions you might be concerned about."

When Alphazle said so, he repeated his exact statement, as if he had read my mind.

"First of all, I'm not going to force you to give up your body at the moment. Unless you're pushed into a situation where you don't have any other means."

"... you don't want to see Gandalf or Ayle?

"The parting was done a long time ago. I don't refuse to reunite, but I don't mean the purpose to be served, no matter what it turns into. I don't know what they think."

Should this also be the difference in values between the remaining living and the dead themselves?

How would they react if they heard?

"And one more thing. This is the right eye."

The alphazule gently fingered the side of the 'right eye' that eroded the periorbital area.

"With each overlap of activation, the activated area of magic is repeatedly expanding, and cracks are starting to run around the orbit? And I'm concerned that it won't be far away and irrevocable... no?

"... are you even reading it in my mind from time to time?

"It's what once happened to me. I don't need the power to read my mind."

The look on his face that came to mind when he said so, both smiled and pitied - or looked like a face that preceded the pleasure.

"Let's conclude. There is no problem with the current usage. I have multiple shackles from the inside. However... if you want more help, be careful. With every three shackles removed, you will be unable to return steadily one step at a time."