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

The next morning, we greeted the family and the village and left the village behind.

The fifteen-year-old homecoming, which he executed in the form of being pushed off by Garnett, was essentially less than a full day's stay, but he thinks he could have had a very full time.

Not only did we just talk about each other's recent developments, but we could tell with our father that we were even prepared to confront each other.

The days when I couldn't get through the awkwardness, even though I thought I would have to go home one day...... was that a waste of time?

- No, you don't. That's not true.

I started an arms store at a turning point in my life, and it was because I was able to have a current relationship with Garnett that I was given yesterday's results.

I wouldn't have laughed like that if it had been the end of my dream breaking and coming home amazing.

When I'm rocked by the carriage as I immerse myself in my sense of accomplishment and fulfillment, the drowsiness of last night's recoil comes in and I accidentally bite off the stretch (yawn).

"... Huh"

"Whew..."

Next to it, Garnett made an unhesitant stretch like a sun-driven cat.

"You fell asleep first, and you're sleepless too?

"Ugh... it's me, it's me. When the pillow changes..."

"If it's a camp, you can sleep instantly."

Neither do I. Adventurers and knights have the strength to sleep without being driven by the environment.

Or it would be inconvenient not to do so at an early stage.

I'm sure Garnett couldn't sleep for another reason either, but he dared decide not to pursue it in depth.

"Looks like you're both tired"

The man of your lord, who holds the reins in the seat of your lord, talks with laughter.

"Looks like you had a lot of fun last night, and shouldn't you sleep in the car?

"Ha? Ha!? What are you talking about having fun, Temé!

Against Garnett, who stood up suddenly, the old man kept talking in a pale and calm tone, saying he didn't know why he was being exasperated.

"I heard the banquet was up late at night. The inn I was staying in also had someone come back from the village after midnight. Other than that...... oh, I see. I'm very sorry for your loss."

"I didn't think so. Not at all."

Instead of a teasing tone, the rhetoric of apologizing for not taking enough account of it comes into extra effect.

I swear to God I didn't (...) and (...) last night.

... I haven't, but I guess for someone who knows what's going on with me and Garnett, I can't help thinking that's not supposed to happen.

"Mostly, it's not like I'm sleeping right now."

"If that's the case, why don't you pull over somewhere and make a change of mood. The White Wolf Forest is so close."

"Aren't we going far?

I wasn't sure who the question was addressed to, but for now, I'll decide to answer it with a land survey.

"You're just passing by. Look, there's a little distance, can you see it? There's about a spot around here that looks good outside of the lake, so I thought you might want to stop by."

"Hmm... then why don't you go"

If you've decided on a policy, you better act fast.

The carriage immediately changes course to the side road and continues towards the White Wolf Forest.

The White Wolf Forest is situated on the edge of a vast forest surrounding the huge Lake Titania.

You can go as close as you can to my hometown village and as far away as a long stroll.

Naturally, the carriage could be reached in no time, and the carriage that carried us stopped in front of the White Wolf Forest without taking a few minutes.

"Right here. It's been a while, but it hasn't changed at all."

"You're really different from the normal woods here."

The fact that crooked trees thrive to distort is also a distinct feature from other places, but more features float (...) eh (...) and (...) y (...) ru (...) throughout the forest.

"I don't really see the back of the woods... fog, no, smoke?

"It's a substitute for what they call a fog of magic. It's not a real fog, it's another substitute, but you don't know the details."

Garnett is right, the White Wolf Forest is covered in white mist.

The identity of this remains unknown.

I have not even heard of new discoveries in the fifteen years since I left the village.

"For a long time there has been a swarm of smart wolves living in the fog, and they say a big white wolf leads that swarm. The fog of magic is supposedly created by that giant white wolf."

"Is that why they call it The White Wolf Forest?"

"Well, my grandfather was the last to see a wolf here, and he's never seen any of the living human beings now leading up to the leader's white wolf."

"What the hell. It's just a message."

Garnett seemed to clap out, but that's what regional heritage is all too often.

At some stage in the past, an individual of white fur happened to be the leader of a herd, told by its strong and impressive presence, mysteriously interpreted in connection with the phenomenon of mysterious smoke - it is also fully possible that if the lid were opened it would have been this way.

The fact that the body is huge may also have just been overexpressed in the course of the telling.

It is also true, of course, that there is no material to positively affirm, although it cannot be denied that it is not.

"If you think favorably, there's an interpretation that you're keeping people out of it because you're intelligent."

"... this isn't a dungeon, is it?

"At least for now. There is a dungeon entrance somewhere in the woods from which demon fog and warcraft wolves appear..."

Most likely, there will be a number of people who have tried to explore it with that in mind, and it seems unlikely at a time when they are still not dungeon certified.

I thought I'd go back to the carriage because it was time to change my mood, and I saw an arrow tip, an unrecognizable figure standing in the corner of my sight.

A girl who stretched out her habitual redhead - not an orange metaphor, but a literal red one - wearing a lightweight but extremely high-quality weapon at a glance, overlooking the white wolf forest with a worried side.

The girl notices our presence again and turns to us casually.

At the next moment, Garnett and the girl raised their voices of surprise and confusion almost simultaneously.

"Ha!? Why are you here, Ethel? Brave Ezel. No way!

"Alma!? Otherwise, now Nashi! Garnet!"

"It's too late for me to think! Good thing this guy knows what's going on!

All I could do was bypass the exchange from side to side, not reluctantly speaking of mere familiarity.

"Garnett. Does that kid know you?

"When do I know you or what..."

In contrast to the bitterly clouding garnet of words, the girl known as Ezel repeats a gesture that can be read as' Please, keep quiet '.

After watching it and thinking about it for a while, Garnett introduced me to Ezel with an overtly considerate expression.

"Well...... it's me. Think of my noble bouncing daughter as hiding her identity. We've known each other since we were hungry. We have a secret relationship."

"... okay, I'll convince you that."

"Steady, I thought I was going to be an adventurer too, but I don't think I'm a brave man..."

Brave Ethel. A powerful man who discussed a detached sea serpent that dropped the Archlight Bridge.

It was also surprising to see that the identity was a girl of a very different age than Garnett, but more than that, it was a surprise to see her desperately pleading in front of her to keep a secret.