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

"... Luke Knights Chief. Sorry to disturb you."

Mark has instantly gained excitement and switched to behaving in an other-mannered manner by the time he was thorough.

You mean you don't treat me as your own?

I can't even tell you my muscles are through, but I still can't forbid a little loneliness.

"Uh... can I rub something in the Knights?

For one thing, I'll try to be clerical and ask what's going on.

Justin Knights Commander and the middle-aged man alternated between me and Mark with a puzzled face before raising his name.

"This is it. I keep the Purple Knights, my name is Justin Easton."

If I hadn't made a knightly appearance in plain clothes, I would not have realized I was a very knightly captain.

Not in a bad way, of course, but in an atmosphere that never leaves the earth.

"I wanted to send personnel from us to the new White Wolf Knights, but it was difficult to persuade the people I saw..."

"Shouldn't we just issue a decree under the authority of the captain?

It was Garnett who was beside him, not me.

I'm not used to standing and behaving as a knight yet so much as words like that come out.

"Because this is outside the original mandate, hey. I want you to go as convincingly as you can, beyond being part of your official business."

Sir Justin smiles with a troubled face.

Garnett, who received the answer, glanced up at me sideways and then let me flaunt my shoulders.

I do not try to wield power unless it is necessary on official business, and I am also allowed a refusal to have a personal affair with a young man who has just become a knight - somehow, but I felt I had a glimpse of the atmosphere of an organization called the Purple Knights.

I guess the good or bad of that policy depends on who judges it, but it seems preferable to me personally.

- When I shifted my gaze from Sir Justin, Mark peeled his eyes off like he saw something incredible, and he was staring at Garnett.

Garnett, noticing Mark's gaze, raised one eyebrow deep in meaning before smiling nicely.

"No evil. I heard my sister interrupted earlier."

"My sister... will, I see...?

I'm sure there's a terrible mess swirling around in Mark's head with the overlapping shapes of Alma and Garnett in front of him that we met a while ago.

Sir Justin swiftly returned the story to its main point, not to mention Mark, who had not wiped through the confusion.

"Sir Mark undoubtedly possesses useful skills for the White Wolf Knights. But we wanted to build the drills involved in the original mission, and we didn't get the consent of the dispatch."

"Besides, is that the main reason you don't want to work for me?"

"... Excuse me, but you're my brother, aren't you?

"Yes, he's a loving and unnatural brother."

Speaking frankly, Sir Justin got stuck in words with a troubled face.

I guess I didn't expect my brother to support my brother's stance, either.

"Anyway."

Mark pinches his mouth when he returns the thought circuit.

"I am not interested in the work of adventurers, etc. So is the dungeon. If you have time for that, sooner or later you will have the knowledge and experience to prepare for the day of your journey to the Eastern Continent..."

"I'm sorry, Lord Luke. I think I misplaced it."

A girl's voice blocks Mark's remarks.

The Lord of the Voice was just a Sacrament.

"Sakura!? What's the matter, you were out with Sylvia."

"I just got back to the inn after some errands. Then I heard that you and Lord Luke had misplaced each other, and it was up to you to immediately use [shrinkage] to chase them. So, what can I do for you?

Because I was at Chairman Dorothea's until just now, Sakura was not wearing protective gear, unlike usual, but only the knife remained equipped as usual.

When I turned a blind eye to Sir Justin, he showed me by hand to proceed with the matter, so I decided to finish responding to Sakura first.

"... you talked about the Duke of Kingswell before, didn't you? I was supposed to take over some of the material from that minister about The Millennium Corridor in Nara, and there was something like this in it."

Take out the old notebook of the example and hand it to Sakura.

"Apparently there were Orientals among the adventurers who had challenged the 'Millennium Corridor of Naruto' in the past, and the person had left notes"

"I see... I just looked lightly and you don't seem to be mistaken in the language of my country. Herbal body… It's a little too bad for the writing body I'm talking about here."

"I guess I didn't envisage letting you read anything but yourself. You think you can decipher it?

"I'm going to have a harder time translating into western than deciphering. I'm quite confident in what I'm saying, but whether I can translate it with the precision that I can use for research materials is something I don't actually try to do."

Reliable response.

As for him, I know he thinks that sometimes it's not his native language and he can't have a cheap contract, but that's about enough for me to appreciate.

Besides, I could just confirm that the notebook text is Imperial.

Sewing between interactions with Sakura, he moves his gaze to see how the two Purple Knights are doing.

... Something's wrong with Mark.

Trying to bite the stunner and excitement off and not being able to stop it in the end is like trying to deceive me by covering my mouth with my hands.

"Brother...... Le, Luke Regiment Chief. I didn't get any information that there were Oriental clerks or members of the crew... and the handwriting..."

"Sakura is a familiar adventurer. It's a relationship where you get help when you need it, so you weren't on the Knights dossier. As I explained to Sakura earlier."

It was also suspicious whether Mark had me in his sight anymore.

Sakura is the only one who doesn't understand what happened to Mark, and it looks like me, Garnett, and Sir Justin, the Knights Commander, have roughly guessed the situation.

"Excuse me, may I ask your name..."

"It's an agnostic cherry blossom... you know, why do you look so impressed...?

Sakura while deepening the color of confusion.

Mark keeps scratching wasted feet trying to stay calm.

Even if it wasn't the girl's sakura here but the man's nagi, I'm sure Mark must have had the same reaction.

Sir Justin, smiling, sneaked up on me from behind, thinking it was time to crack it and come in.

"Sir Luke. Can we talk about this at the Inn Tavern (bar)? It can be difficult to talk in front of him."