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

On the day of the night club - the dance hall of the Count's residence was crowded with brightly dressed guests.

The smallest number, then the most conspicuous, are the people of the Count family of the same size as the Lord of the Mansion.

They adorn themselves with costumes that they can see at a glance as luxurious, serving as the centre of socialisation and celebrating nightclubs with fame.

The next lesser number is an invitation from the Baron's house, which has a slightly inferior title.

As aristocrats, they were the lowest and essentially just big landlords, trying to interact with a variety of opponents to expand their connections.

In addition to these two types of nobility, several members of the Knights were also present at this nightclub.

They are not wearing conceited nightclub clothes or overdecorated dresses, but a qualitatively rigid liturgical garment enacted by each Knights, so it is easy to distinguish them from the nobility by their appearance.

Modern knights are not uncommon to have more property than most barons, but tend to see it as unknightly to fashion 'aristocratic' in these venues.

Regardless, that's only the story of the person who received the Knight's Symphony.

The wives and others brought in by the knights were beautifully dressed, even if not as noble, and they were jokingly bickering with the wives of those in the same position and nobility.

And roughly a quarter of the participants are invitees from ordinary people who are neither nobles nor knights.

Even so, they are not just ordinary people.

It is a face that deserves to be called upstream of society, such as the Chamber of Commerce, which has made up enormous fortunes, and the executives of the shipping industry who support the logistics of Wangdu.

Their costumes are triplets. Some are dressed to the fullest, while others are expensive in materials but look no different from their normal work clothes.

It may be closer to the reality of this nightclub than to calling it an exchange that brings together various stakeholders in the Wang capital.

Beside maintaining the elegant shape of a nightclub in the form of a standing meal, nobles, knights, and the great merchants talk about the political economy in a mix of bickering - an evening not uncommon in the Wang capital.

Garnett looked at such a sight like any other HR.

A flower on the wall, there is a saying.

While attending a nightclub in search of meeting heterosexuals, it's a word that represents a courtier who just killed time on the wall without even being invited to a dance.

Garnett was trying to continue to be a 'wall flower' by his own desire.

Dressed like a flickering dress that doesn't suit your sexuality, you sit back in a chair on the wall and keep waiting for the night club to end.

If only it was a flower on the wall that didn't speak to anyone, couldn't speak from anyone, and filled the void.

That alone fulfills his father-in-law sufficiently.

However, the appearance of the garnet, decorated against the will, was beautiful (...) and (...) gi (...) to do it without attention.

"Hey, look. Who's over there?

"It would be Miss Alma of the Argentian family. They rarely show up in public, but it's rare."

"of the Silver Wings Knights... and what a beauty"

I was going to run scared of the praise I didn't even want.

"You're like a living copy of your late mother. Of course Sir Rembrandt doesn't want to let go."

It is also unpleasant for an elderly baron to say so with a translated face.

A man's heart is a strange thing, and I was sincerely happy when he once told me that he looked like his mother in the basement of Demon King's Castle, but now I wanted to block my ears.

What difference does it make then?

- I don't even have to think about that. Because the person I was told is different. I can assure you clearly now that I was so happy because he told me to.

"You don't have a sad look."

Whose fault do you think it is?

"Really? I'd like to see you laugh."

I don't like it. I'll show you.

"Here's one, why don't you invite me to the dance?"

The young knight, who proclaimed so, has really come to the front of the garnet, offering a respectful and inviting courtesy.

But Garnett didn't even try to gaze at him, he refused even to be taken, and refused the invitation without hesitation.

If you refuse without this many islands to attach, you won't show up drunken and entertaining people thinking about talking to you - the idea of such a garnet was, however, to be completely behind it.

"Oh, my God. This guy's tough."

"All right, I'm next."

Turn from the flower on the wall to the flower on the high ridge, which is not easy.

Decisions to turn off attention, on the contrary, caught the attention of the surrounding area, and the men of various identities and positions fell into successive visits.

Some to dance, some to eat, and some to bicker.

Miss Alma. Master Alma. Mr. Alma.

As far as I can think of, the next call is thrown.

As I kept turning them down from one end, gloomy thoughts piled up in Garnett's mind.

There is no guilt in rejecting it.

However, the status quo itself of being treated like this was clouding my mind a little steadily.

He receives empty praise like a decorated flower making, invites him like a tool for bravery testing, and mechanically rejects it with words that hide his nature.

There is no one joy or pleasure, and even the thought circuit is going to be eroded.

The beautiful dance hall was also felt like a dark, precipitated space in Garnet's sight.

I feel dizzy. Would it be easier if I really fell down and left?

No, then I'm sure there 'll be a crowd of people looking to intervene in a worthy and gentlemanly manner.

I'm going to throw up for real if they do that.

- I don't want to be in a place like this. What I want is...

What came to mind was not among the Silver Wings Knights who had spent a long time, but a small weapons store nestled in the woods.

"(Damn... there's more to it than that. There's no way he's coming here...)"

One more, a participant man approaching us.

You can't do it, and I hear you yelling.

A mocking laugh occurs when it's just futile to do it.

The man, however, did not at all willingly intervene in the reaction around him, but knelt before the garnet and looked up at his face, gently calling with a voice the size of which reached only one person in front of him.

"Garnett. You, you were in this place. You looked for him."

As soon as that voice reached my ear, my vision, which was gloomy, instantly cleared.

A vibrant world. With a beautiful dance hall on his back, a man is smiling who wants to see him more than anyone else.

"What...?

I can't believe my ears and eyes.

I wonder if you've seen too much melancholy hallucinations.

But the sight in front of me was obviously real, and as soon as I found out yes, my heart started pounding so painfully.

"You... why are you here..."

"It's going to be a lot longer when we talk, so take your time later. But when I confessed to one thing, I [repaired] the letter you broke. It was force majeure..."

The man in front of me - Luke in the White Wolf Forest said so and laughed awkwardly first.

Even if he was dressed in a lower standing dress like he normally wouldn't wear, a costume close to the Knights' liturgical garment, the interior hasn't changed one thing from normal.

Garnett embarked herself sitting in her chair, embracing the urge to jump now.

"Then... why am I here... you know?

"Oh, sure."

"And yet you're here?

That's why I'm here.

Luke quietly offered one hand as he looked straight up at Garnett's moist eyes.

"I want you to stay with me. That's what I wanted to tell you."

"... you stupid bastard"

I can't contain my bloated mouth. I can't stop blushing cheeks.

The depression that was in my heart disappears without a trace, and the unspoken sense of happiness fills my chest.

And Garnett shook that surprisingly boned hand back with a thin finger, and they stood up lightly.