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

After that, the routine as it has always been repeated, and stories such as the Knight's Medal and what it is didn't quite hold up.

I wondered if it might have disappeared before I knew it, or something, but I guess it's just that adjustments continue to be made under the water.

It is not necessary to increase the risk of leakage by reporting progress on a regular basis - such treatment is also a natural case.

So all I had to do was keep living as normal as I could to avoid being enlightened by my surroundings, while getting ready for knowledge and feelings to the fullest extent possible.

"Phew...... for now, is this how much this room is okay"

And today, I was working on cleaning my house and store using the holidays.

The cleaning itself is usually done, but it's hard to say that it's just in every corner, so I took the time to clean it when I had time to spare.

The stores and warehouses are left to Erica and Noir, Alexia and Leila, and Sakura, who came to help, has joined us in that.

The living room, which is halfway between living space and work and life, was decided to do it by me and Garnett, the residents who live their personal lives here, but Sylvia was also helping me because it would take time.

When I finished cleaning my bedroom and went out to the living room, I bowled with Sylvia with an apron for cleaning.

"Oh, is your room beautiful? Next time, please replace the water in the bucket. Because I'm already so dirty."

"Wow, okay."

That's just what I should say, Sylvia's good hands weren't comparable to mine or Garnett's.

I continue to work tirelessly and without delay so that I know what to do in what order.

Apart from the work that needs strength, other than that, I'm not going to stand a tooth at all, even with the two of us at Garnett's side.

Sylvia is the billboard daughter of the best inn in Hot Springs Street.

I guess my arms are pretty polished with my daily cleaning.

I continued working this way in the morning, and when the time was about to plug in at noon, I took the basket out of the luggage Sylvia had brought in and started running around between everyone in the cleaning.

And at the end of the day, he came to me, cleaning outside his maneuver.

"Mr. Luke, is it time for lunch? I've made it easy to eat."

That being said, what Sylvia gave me was a bread pinched with ingredients and a water bottle with a lid.

"Are you sure? Sorry to bother you."

"I haven't been able to help you much lately here. Sometimes you have to remind me that I'm amazing."

Sylvia bragged her arms in a joking manner, spilling a tickle of laughter at her remarks.

He couldn't help but say something he didn't even have in mind.

In the meantime, trying to sit in the right place and grab a meal, Sylvia also lowered her back in the immediate vicinity and spread her lunch over her lap.

"I've heard a lot about Mr. Luke working really hard, from the innkeepers."

"Really? I don't feel much different."

"See, for example. Didn't you dive into the basement of Demon King's Castle before?"

Can it be said that it worked great?

I have to pin my doubts there while I'm at it.

If that's how you describe the collapse as [repairing] and paving the way, you may not be able to say it's all a mistake, but it's self-assessment that your work in combat was one thing now.

To be honest, it's pretty dangerous in a situation where a backward support specialist like yourself has to be active in combat, so if you can do it, it better not happen.

And, well, scowl the bread remembering memories that aren't so old.

... Yeah, that's Sylvia.

Even these light snacks are not blatantly clueless.

"We have a lot of people going in and out of our inn, so there's a lot of rumors coming in and out."

Waiting ahead of this stream, which I can only assume is casual chatter, was a word I couldn't help but lose my suspicious ear.

"I was wondering if Mr. Luke would be scouted by the Knights or if there would be a new Knights in this town. There are also many more incredible rumors - are you ok!?

I cough up unexpectedly, and Sylvia seriously worries me.

"Well, I'm fine...... uh, I'm surprised. Well, what kind of rumor exactly, and how did we end up talking like that?

I will try to find out more as I try to regain my composure.

I got in a hurry because it was so direct, but rumors are rumors.

Maybe I just stumbled upon it with a tail attached to an unsubstantiated and proper reputation.

Or I wanted it to be.

"Mm-hmm. I just asked about it in my biography, too. I'm talking about Luke's recent foot flourishing in the Silver Wings Knights' stuffing, or his sneak meeting with the Golden Fang Captain, because there are rumors like that..."

"What, is that so? I thought Leila was leaking somewhere."

"I was just wondering, but it didn't seem to matter what happened to you."

Caress your chest down with relief inside.

It wasn't unrelated and misguided speculation, but it didn't mean there was a fatal leak of information somewhere.

"You know you're also getting weapons orders from the Knights. I had a chance to have a meeting at that tangle, and it just so happened that the timing overlapped with silver wings and golden fangs."

"Haha. Rumors are like that when you open the lid."

I knew I'd just feel a little guilty on Sylvia's side laughing off.

Her perception of the Knight's Medals should have reached the point where the case of Leila and the Dragon King's Knights ended in infallibility, from which further progress had been made - that is, about the New Knights - yet to be told.

Though necessary, it doesn't mean I have nowhere to think personally, as it will also take the form of lying to Sylvia, who is always in my care.

Sylvia in particular knows Garnett is less (...) years (...) rider (...) and yet has kept that secret for nearly a year.

Because I know I can put my full confidence in keeping secrets, I feel sad not to reveal them.

"So, how did the rumors get out that the new Knights were all over the place?

"You're more groundless..."

We go on to lunch about a snack, repeating rumours that didn't even hit us, and explanations that denied it (so to speak) in a chatty mood.

Eventually, Sylvia swallowed a slice of the last piece of bread and stood up as she slapped her skirt, turning to this side as she flipped her hem.

"Hey, Mr. Luke. If, as rumors have it, Mr. Luke became a knight, would he have left the weapons store and left town?"

While that seemed a casual analogy story, it was also a voice that sounded like it contained heartfelt anxiety.

So I threw my heartfelt determination back at Sylvia, taking the form of returning a hypothetical answer to a hypothetical question.

"No way. You've decided to stay in town and go on with the weapons store. If you can't drink that condition, you refuse to say that it would be the Knights Symphony or the New Knights."

"Is that true? Good for you!

I'm sure Sylvia's smile was due to my slight guilt when she felt like a relief smile after knowing everything.