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

There was just a ceremony where the Royal Palace partitioned in His Majesty's name, and the large number of people behind the scenes were brilliant.

The next knight candidates will be moved to the waiting room in the appropriate flow (flow), from where they will be sent to the hall of the auditorium in the same order as planned.

I wonder how many knight candidates are here.

Intuition, but I feel like I'm reaching three digits lightly.

Even if the number of new recruits this year averaged about ten, the total of the Twelve Knights is as high as one hundred and twenty.

Besides, the four senior knights include all but one of the continents in their area of activity, so the number of newcomers should not fit into the dozen or there either.

With so many people moving constantly to the right and to the left, we didn't have time to stop and chat with each other.

- The attendees, including me, finally took a breather after being moved to the hall of the grand auditorium and lowered their hips to the designated seats.

"(Phew... I'm finally going to calm down...)"

Almost everyone in attendance is a younger young man than me, and it's not uncommon that they don't seem to be reaching the age of twenty, and the vast majority of them are stiffing their faces to tension.

Of course, a very small number, but also a mix of people who are older or quite older than me.

Perhaps they didn't work down as knight's squire, but a pattern that was recommended to knights for merit as much as I did.

"(That's just not how you calm down with the young guys. It feels like I'm quite used to the big stage)"

The chair is only about half filled and it's going to be a while before the ceremony starts.

Using this gap, I decided to somehow observe what was going on inside the auditorium.

About two-thirds of the space from the front entrance is allocated almost all as seats for guests.

The place we are now in is the other third, and a high place set between the two is the center of the ceremony to carry out the epistle.

For a musical theater analogy, the audience space is equivalent to a guest space, and we line up with guests like orchestras (orchestras), with ritual altars set up where the conductor should stand.

Furthermore, it seems that the guest seats are divided into multiple grades, with places close to the altar being allocated to Knights officials.

The body of a knight candidate from the general population is behind it.

Overall, it is a tilted construction, so even in the back seat, the prospects are not bad, and we could also see the rear guests from here.

I guess everyone inside and green hollow I called from my hometown village is somewhere over there.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find the people I was looking for out of the huge number of guests, but if I stood on the altar, you'd see me better from beyond.

Just thinking about it made me feel tight.

"(I guess the guys in front of the guest seat are in a high position in the Knights after all. The Knights Leader class is… naturally present)"

William the Dragon King Knights, a gray-haired old knight full of strong intimidation.

Gilbert, the Golden Tooth Knights, a young man who behaves with no emotion from day to day.

Angelica, the Knights of Honeyscale, who closed her eyes without vision and brought her squire girls.

And Carmine, the Silver Wings Knights, who is also Garnet's brother, who is the most marginal Knights leader for me.

It was only a ritual to welcome new knights, and the four Chiefs of the Knights led the Senior Knights.

Maybe the other Knights chiefs are here, but I don't know any faces other than the four, so I couldn't tell from the other constituents.

"(… ah)"

When I looked a little deeper, I had eyes with a girl who could never have mislooked.

There's Garnett in the back seat a little more than Carmine in the front row.

Next door was also Abigail, carefully dressed in black courtesy.

When Garnett noticed I was looking at you, she smiled and waved her hands small with a clear smile worthy of her current outfit, and then smiled with a nibble of white teeth as she subtly hid her side with that hand.

An appeal not to worry about yourself and an out-of-the-box tease that you're nervous again.

Damn, I can't believe seats were available that close.

Not very much with this, but I'm not going to be shown the disguise.

- Be quiet.

Without any foretaste, the voice of a man standing on the altar echoes in the grand auditorium.

Even though it was a raw voice released directly from his throat, it was a voice that often passed through every corner of the grand auditorium.

If you notice, all seats for attendees are filled.

I'm sure that man is the one entrusted with the moderation of the joint recital ceremony.

"This will be followed by this year's reciprocal ceremony. We will wait for His Majesty's arrival for a while now."

The MC man began his lecture on the significance of the joint recital ceremony, the role of the knight, mindset, etc., just saying that it was a link to the arrival of His Majesty the King.

No one is reacting to the lecture that seems boring.

That was not because the lecture was intriguing, but because tension seemed to be caused by the coming of His Majesty the King soon.

"So, because there is..."

After a while, the MC man suddenly breaks off the lecture.

Then he stepped down the altar and then turned to the side of the hall to make a high declaration.

"It is the coming of His Majesty the King"

The consciousness of everyone gathered in the Great Auditorium is pointed to one point.

From the side of the hall, the altar and the entrance connected by a red carpet, a large figure, feather-woven with a crimson liturgical cloak, represented him.

King Alfred of Westland.

He wraps the majesty worthy of the king's name, which unites the continent, as if it were a supreme decoration, and takes the stage in the ceremonial setting in the grand footsteps of a lion.

- Big, and far.

That was my candid feeling.

I have had the opportunity to see His Majesty up close twice before, exchanging few words.

But that doesn't mean I've become close to His Majesty - I realize that obvious fact again.

His Majesty Alfred stood in the center of the altar, first glancing around the guest table, then turning his back on you and looking straight at the knight candidates.