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

"What's up? Why don't you sit down and don't just stand there?"

As prompted, empty one chair and lower your back to the seat next to you.

It's the big table I used for the banquet, so when I sit across the street, the distance is too far away, but I'm not thick enough to sit next to it.

This positioning was the product of such compromises.

…………

The fifteen-year reunion was too abrupt, not garnet but unprepared for the mind.

My father opened his mouth without looking at this one at the arrow tip where he began to wonder what he should be talking about.

"I know some circumstances. No need to explain."

"... well. From your mother, after all?

"What do you think my title is?"

My father poured the liquor he had on hand into two glasses and he pressed one of them against my hand.

"He was the mayor of the village (Muraosa) who kept the village before His Majesty's reign and continued to be entrusted with his service after the White Wolf Forest became the direct domain of the Royal Palace. I've built a handbook that tells stories from the great ones."

"That means... Hit me..."

"I know how well you are positioned as an adventurer… I've figured that out. Once a year or so, it was a confirmation that I could finish when I felt like it."

He is told so in a voice-color that reduces ups and downs and wipes the back of his head with one hand out of awkwardness.

I didn't know that being informed that what you hid because you believed it wasn't supposed to be known was actually a long time ago would be so much mental damage.

"If I'd known for a long time, I would have told my mother too"

"Don't be stupid. What can you teach that mother, such as her popping son hanging at the bottom of the guild?"

"... in your best interest"

When I finally got here, I felt empathy develop between me and my father.

If my mother had known about my current situation, she would have been much more worried than she is now.

Mouth the booze pressed by his father as he realizes once again his infidelity.

- This booze is not cheap. Pretty good stuff.

It is not of the same rank as the booze that was consumed in large quantities at the banquet that had just been held.

"I have heard from the junior officials of the familiar capital of the King that you have begun to run an arms store and that you have been distinguished by His Majesty for your contribution to the War of the Demon King. He just told me it was good news."

Father contained a little liquor in his mouth before exhaling into the confusion.

"I've also heard rumors about the new Knights. It's something I don't usually hear."

"That's all I knew."

"I thought it was just a false alarm. It's an unexpected feat in the Demon King's War, so the story's getting meaningless."

I didn't even know my father knew about the new Knights - I was surprised, but I was also convinced that he thought it was the wrong information.

"Sure. If you're a knight apprentice like your brother, and you want to be a true knight, it's not normal for you to suddenly be entrusted with the Knights."

"Your mothers told you about Mark. I thought you'd forgotten your very existence because you're a distant brother."

"Exactly, it doesn't..."

There was no disgust or accusation at all. It was a voice color, but still makes me feel blamed for my weak relationship with my family.

He (Mark) wasn't even ten years old when I left the village, so it's suspicious if he remembers me.

"This is a great opportunity. I want to ask you directly. Is the story of the new Knights true?"

"... uh, that's..."

"Don't worry about the information leak. I've already illegally obtained information from another route, so to speak, I'm just going to be cut off from that route."

Think about what you should do for a few seconds or so and draw a clear conclusion.

"I'll just say it's true... I agreed, but I still don't know exactly what's going to happen."

"... right"

Father only slightly loosened the mouth, which was strictly pulled together, while reducing the liquor poured into the cup to about half.

"That's why I said it. The adventurer is not for you. You were a child who felt talented in (...) using (...) people (...) and (...) behind adventures. Perspectives on understanding the abilities and personalities of others and assigning appropriate roles… in a different personality from skills."

"... it's my first ear?

"You were just listening. If you were denied your dream, you would have had no island to attach it to."

When I'm told that by my real parents, I kind of feel like I was right.

Sure, I was terribly stubborn just before I left the village.

It's as if I don't lend an ear to my parents' persuasion.

"I mean, isn't that an important talent for adventurers, too?

"I guess Adventurer Rank is one criterion: 'Dungeon Rank You Can Survive Alone'. Even if you only have the talent to make others work, you can't make it."

Absolutely right, so I get cramped with objections.

"But... when I heard that I turned into an arms dealer and succeeded, I thought, 'Have you seen that?' But I can't even say that I'm going to be the new Knights."

My father didn't even care how I reacted, and looked down at the liquor left in the liquor container.

"If I hadn't held back, I wouldn't have gotten this high. It is the mountain of Sekiyama who will inherit the village chief and end his life."

And with his gaze pointed forward, Dad reached out to me with a liquor bowl, sitting in two adjacent chairs.

"Congratulations, Luke"

Short words with a sense of universe.

Pure thoughts that do not require decoration or anything else.

Fifteen years of anxiety received a sublime word, and I return fifteen years of thanksgiving, too.

"... thanks, Dad"

Meet the liquor bowl to stir up the contents.

Wonders and lighter feelings will never be just because of drunkenness.

The heavy wedge that I've been stabbing in my heart falls off, and I'm even going to feel confused about too much lightness.

Unspoken to each other, immersed in a soaking air, a crude and adorable voice was inadvertently thrown from the entrance to the living room.

"... hey, I took a bath. And the white wolf's. Get in there."

Looking back almost at the same time as my father, a hot garnet dampening his golden hair was standing up with his face warped that it was gone.

Garnett has a fast head spin, so he instantly figured out where and who he was with me and what he was talking about.

"Oh, uh... nice to meet you. of the white wolf, not... that, Le, Luke, and, uh... oh, with..."

It's too late to wear a cat.

"Shut up! There's nothing you can do about it!

Garnett stuffed me with a blown out look, absurd his voice just saying it was an accident at the encounter.

My father looked from the side at the interaction between me and Garnett, and for the first time moved his mouth to a smiling shape, bowing his head deeply towards Garnett.

"You're Miss Alma of the Argentian family. I'm listening to you. Thank you for being an impossible son."

"Oh, hello! It may not even get to much! Oh, and!

Garnett, confused by his sudden face-to-face with my father, talks absurdly about leaving the momentum to him.

"There were circumstances that got in here too! I wish I could send my grandson's face or something ahead!

"Buh...!

I blow out the liquor I was about to contain in my mouth as much as I want.

And Dad was laughing out loud with a face that didn't even show shards until just now.