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

"Yes, of the White Wolf. I almost forgot. I left a message from Felix."

Garnett mentioned that as he put his full body armor back in.

I was wondering if the armor of this hand could be worn by itself, but it seems to be worn without any particular problems.

Is that how it was built from the start, or is Garnett special clever?

"He said the date for deciding on your treatment has been consolidated. Tomorrow night, when business hours are over, you should come to the guild house."

"... please, don't forget such an important message"

"You can't help it. I was pushed on the verge of going out. He's busy too."

Going into the details is going to be a waste of time, so I'm going to try to get some more details out for now.

"By the way, what do you mean, a date to decide what to do with me? You've already decided, and you don't mean you can tell me tomorrow?

"I don't know much about it either. I just told him exactly what Felix was saying."

While doing so, Garnett had finished wearing his armor.

Cover your face tightly with a full face helmet and return your heels to the entrance and exit of the dining room.

"... Hey, hey, hey, hey. I wanted to ask you one thing. of the White Wolf. How did it feel when you heard the person you resented had self-destructed?

It's a sinking voice, unlike the usual way of speaking colored by ease and roughness.

I'm turning back while wearing a helmet, so the expression is as if I can't read it... it should.

But the imaginary picture of what Garnett looks like right now came to me with wonder and clarity.

"I have trouble reacting when they ask me again...... right, I guess if I were to say it in a nutshell, I'd say, 'I got a catch in the back of my chest'"

"Does that mean it's refreshing?

"Perhaps, in short, yes."

"But! I don't know if the brave guy's really dead, and you haven't even retaliated with your own hands, have you? And you... oh, shit..."

Garnett tried to recruit him with his back to me, but the words didn't come up well, he shook his neck sideways to shake off his frustration.

Perhaps this is what Garnett wanted to hear.

- Are you satisfied with that?

Of course, you're not supposed to care about me.

You're probably worried about how you should behave when you're in the 'same situation'.

Then all I have to do is respond based on it.

"If you say luxury, you don't have a kiri, do you? I don't know if this is all over, but for now, I'm satisfied. Naturally, if things change, you might change your mind."

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"It's just that in my case, I was the only one who was harmed. It was about me that I was able to sort out my feelings in moderation."

Mouth the continuation so that it folds up while Garnett remains silent.

"If the important guy had been caught in the same eye, he wouldn't have been forgiven to the extent that he deserved it and was ruined. I think they wanted to retaliate with their own hands, no matter what they said."

"... Ha ha! You're surprisingly radical. I thought I'd say vengeance wasn't good."

From the voice of Garnett, who laughed with her back turned, I could not hide the joy and relief.

As if you could have affirmed your thoughts.

"Nothing. I'm not a saint prince. Sometimes he hates and jealous of other guys, and naturally he thinks it's annoying. For example, I was serious about you when I was gonna hit you at first."

To my joking mouth, Garnett laughed like a kid playing with his friends.

"Hahaha! That's great! Do you still want to hit each other by the river?

"I don't like it. That's not a beating, that's just gonna make us unilaterally bumpy. Don't take a sweet look at my weakness, okay?

All right, apparently, Garnett's back on track.

I don't know what the hell kind of past this guy has and what he thinks he's knighting, but he doesn't feel so good about being carried the sinking air.

"... uh, I was refreshed when I laughed as much as I wanted. Well, I'm going home. The store is already calm."

"I'm supposed to thank Sylvia and Sakura for dinner, but how about you, too?

"No, I'll just take my feelings. I want you to pay for the [repair] of the wound."

And Garnett walked out of the store with his nose crossed with a flickering hand covered in caged hands.

The next day, as Garnett told me, I took a trip to the Guildhouse as soon as business hours were over.

Informing the receptionist Marida of the matter, Felix was told she had already arrived and was put through to the back room of the guild house.

"Thank you for your time, Lord Luke."

Two people in the room were Felix and Bradford in plain clothes.

Most of all Bradford is just standing there like an escort or something, so it's essentially a conversation between me and Felix.

"Garnett...... I heard a rough story from you. It hasn't been three days since I wrote to you, and you've already decided to respond."

It bothered me a little, but I'll give Garnett a proper name as well.

I usually treat him with a pretty shattered attitude because he says that's fine, but for once he's part of the Silver Wings Knights and Felix's men.

It would be better to describe it properly in a setting like this.

"To be precise, this is the stage where a day has been set for the announcement of our response to Lord Luke. I'm not even informed."

"That's what they told me yesterday, but what the hell is going on?

"Check this out before the description"

I was breathtaking when I saw the seal Felix gave me.

An emblem inspired by a double-headed dragon - a crest that would almost certainly be known to a person born and raised in this Westland.

"This... isn't the royal palace crest"

"At present, His Majesty the King is touring and visiting various parts of the country. And in a week's time, they're going to be passing the streets down the mountain from Greenhollow."

I have a feeling it's taken care of. It's creeping up.

"That means..."

"He says His Majesty himself will tell you in a week's time about all kinds of treatment of Lord Luke. Your seal contains a formal subpoena. That's all I can tell you at the moment."

I have no words for unfolding that I never expected.

Indeed, the authorisation to manufacture and sell Mithril products is determined in the name of the King.

It is also within the bounds of assumption that the King will deny the theory of a ton of demonstrators that the minister has smashed up.

But I didn't even imagine that I was going to see him with the king.

"And one more thing... This is a completely unrelated project, but I've been asked to do something about it..."

Felix suddenly said, and began to let his gaze swim uncomfortably.

"... In fact, a nobleman who heard rumors about Lord Luke has asked me to produce objects to decorate the mansion."

"Objects? From nobles, to me?

"Yes, but he's a known stranger anyway, and he seems to have a hobby of letting artists make strange substitutes. This seems to be the expected completion of the requisition…"

I spread the contents of the new seal I was given, and I was unexpectedly stunned.

Of course, it's a completely different reason than I lost my word earlier.

"You look like a sword pierced by a stone pedestal..."

"Seems exactly right. Whatever happens, he wants us to build a sword that he can't pull out... let the visitors try and have fun or something..."

"Oh... you know..."

I could see that the serial emotions that had filled my chest until earlier disappeared as if to dissolve salt in warm water.

What the hell is this?

Even though it is the same in terms of seals from royal nobility, the fallout is too harsh.

"... you can say no, you don't mind...?

I felt like Felix had never seen a boulder with such a vague bitter smile.