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

- the management of the White Wolf Shop, an arms dealer, and the operation of the White Wolf Knights tasked with conducting explorations and investigating ancient magical civilizations beneath the Demon King's Castle.

Perhaps an unprecedented hanging job, Sakura's "wearing two pairs of grass shoes" life, was able to continue without surprise or collapse.

That, though, is because the official duties of the Knights have not yet moved in full.

Dispatches from the other Knights, with the exception of Garnett, are so far only two of the Knights of Honeyscale's Hilds and Purple Knights' Marks, and are only a quarter of the number of people eventually scheduled.

Naturally, the work we can do is still limited, and we haven't been able to do all the original work.

But there's nothing I can do if I'm in a hurry or a hurry.

The pace of dispatch is entirely up to the other party, so with every more dispatchers, we'll have a little more work to do.

- One day I was living my daily life thinking about that, the first interim report came up from Sacramento on the work of translating notes in Oriental language deposited from the Duke of Kingswell.

The detailed explanation was that he wanted to spread the material at a large table, so he decided to sew between the weapons store jobs and go to the conference room that came with the materials room... that's what just happened.

Garnett is following along as we have properly adjusted the number of store staff this time before leaving.

Through the premises of the headquarters where the architecture has progressed more than before, knocking on the doors of the materials room, which, if completed in its entirety, will take the form of being surrounded by other buildings.

The material room is surrounded by soundproof junctions, but the doors themselves are contained inside the junctions, so that metal knockers can be used to convey them properly to the humans inside.

It was Hilde in the hood who picked us up after a while.

"Lord Commander, I've been waiting for you. Please come inside. I'm already ready for the interim report."

"Hmm? Was Temei here too? You understand Oriental?

"No, not at all. My role is to listen to Sir Mark and Mrs Sakura's requests and find another material to bring."

The bookshelf in the library, which was empty the other day, contained a large collection of materials taken over from the Duke of Kingswell, as well as books that he thought would be useful for his research.

Would half to two-thirds of the total already be buried?

Once I load it properly, it's not how many years it'll take.

Walk through the materials room with Hild and dive through the door of the co-located conference room.

In a conference room essentially identical to the lab, four young people lined up their chairs to consider the contents of the material.

Sakura and Nagi are adventurers from the Oriental Continent.

The same mark that was seconded for this official business.

And for some reason, Melissa, who was supposed to call herself useless for this job, is also mixed up.

Me and Garnett have each had another question about the sight in front of us.

"... why is Temei here too?

First, Garnett wonders that Melissa is mixed up.

Melissa answered it with a grinning smile.

"You're my assistant, right? Look, when you really get a fever for your job, you don't want to do anything else extra. That's what I asked you to do instead."

Reflecting on the fact that he had been kicked out previously saying, 'Do your job, too,' he decided to sit down instead of means.

The request, by the way, was not made by me in my mind.

It was prompted by the fact that it came up as the hope of the members who entrusted it with translation and decryption.

"You guys... no, I don't mind Sakura and Nagi... Melissa and that and Mark. Why are you dressed like that?"

What really bothered me was the outfit of the four of us.

A pure desk work without combat meant that Sakura and Nagi had completely removed their weapons, armor and other equipment, and were dressed in what could be termed an oriental-style personal outfit.

There's no question about that one.

He'll just be wearing an easy outfit he's used to because he's a desk job that doesn't go out in public.

But for some reason, Melissa and Mark were dressed similarly.

Technically, it's not Oriental clothing per se, it's clothes like those made by Western tailors in the image of Oriental style.

"Does it look good on you? Exquisitely aligned with the nagi, isn't it? Look, look, like, shades."

Next to Melissa in a mood, Nagi stares in a different direction as she pokes her cheek wand and distorts her mouth.

"It's a matter of mood. I didn't bring many personal clothes. Because I thought I could order it from this tailor. Just a playful reflection of some of them."

Is there a problem? That's what Mark replied with the attitude he just said.

Listening to this statement alone sounds like it's all about sparing your mind or being playful, but given the repeated reactions to Sakura, it was clear that the motive wasn't the only one.

That already seemed to come to my attention that I was happy to place an order, but I realized that if I went deep into it, I would be in a mood, so I decided to cut this topic up where appropriate.

"... so, Sakura. How far has the translation and decryption of the notebook gone?

"Yes. I have already finished a simple direct translation. The problem is the interpretation of the text and the modification to the meaning based on it."

Sakura's explanation suggests that the example note was still nothing more than a diary as an owner's memo, not assuming someone else would read it.

For this reason, it was not unkind for third parties to decipher the information, and it was not uncommon for them to have no idea at first reading what the hell was referred to in the statement of that day.

"And apparently, this journal was the second one."

"Book two? Does that mean you're even getting your first book mixed up somewhere in the pile of materials?

"No, the first diary was damaged and lost during the journey, and that's the form you're spelling out from its continuation in your new homemade second book."

Well, that could be a normal development.

Even a normal living person would use a new journal book to write a continuation there if for some reason it was badly defaced.

Older people throw it away sparingly and don't bother to write down the contents - there must be a lot of people like that in the public.

"I mean, he says it's impossible to unravel the whole story of this person. But what matters is down there with the Duke's brother challenging the 'Millennial Corridor of Narrow'. Unless you're into the third book, this one will be enough."

"Yes, I think so, too. First of all, let me report on the translation of this notebook - what I found in the process."