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

At the end of the meal, I first saw the figure of a nagi nestled at the entrance to the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion, an arrowhead that I wanted to return to the White Wolf Shop.

I don't see Melissa anywhere who's always acting together.

To see how damp my hair is and how my skin feels, I think I just got up from the bath.

When Nagi realized we existed, he made a small meeting and threw in a silent greeting.

"Is Melissa here? That's unusual."

"He's still in the bathroom. Long bath."

Even after the White Wolf Knights began to inaugurate and the publication of Garnett as the Silver Winged Knight, Nagi has not changed his attitude towards Garnett.

It doesn't make any difference from how they behave the same age, and Garnett just treats them like they're more comfortable with it.

Not intimate enough to be called a friend like Sakura, but the more we face each other, the more we exchange words very naturally, and the more we help ourselves very naturally with the predicament - a common pattern in same-sex adventurers.

"Sorry about this before. Trouble."

"No, because it's my job, including responding to emergencies. Besides, there was a lot to be gained."

I vaguely remembered that when I heard what I was getting, I had never heard why Nagi came to the West (here) and became an adventurer.

Sakura asked alchemists from the Western continent how to process highirokane, and at the same time was intended to train samurai, but the purpose of the nagi has never come to his ears.

To observe from the surprise of the first encounter with Sakura, at least there doesn't seem to be a pattern of coming after Sakura.

I also thought I would take this opportunity to ask, but I just reconsidered whether that was familiar and decided to broaden the subject in a different direction.

"With that said, you had different values about God than you had at Sakura's. Does this mean you were right about Nagi's place?

God is a being that gives skills to the faithful - a common perception, whether East or West, of the continent, but the opinions of what it is exactly are not unified within the continent.

The hypothesis that was the Lord is the theory of being a transcendent being with self and a mass of power without human self.

And the Nagi clan denounced the former, the Sakura clan supported the latter, and the Nagis condemned the divine descent, which sees God energetically and resourcefully...

"Well, I can't say enough."

Nagi's response was so badly toothed.

"He's like a human being in that one. The only thing that seemed divine was the strength of power, and there would have been no bare gesture at all to protect humans. If that's really God, the elders in my hometown will die of rage."

"... in your best interest"

You're certainly right if you ask me.

I couldn't pin it right away because my faith was fading so much, but if you put it into a layer where you think that the gods have a self and are protecting people, the stand-up behavior of that dazzling Japanese woman (Kamehime) may be difficult to accept.

Of course, some people think it's more divine to be selfish about that.

Melissa waved to Nagi from the back of the hallway leading to the Baths as we had such a conversation in a shaky mix.

"You can make a direct request, so if you still have an underground exploration job, speak up. It's an interesting project for me, and it's going to have valuable experience."

"I'd appreciate it if you'd say that. Keep it up."

Nagi finally spoke lightly about his work as an adventurer before walking away towards Melissa.

Nagi tends to bump into Sakura on something, but he shelves these personal feelings during the fulfillment of the request, and works well with Sakura.

That's what he's saying to me, too, and I'm going to let Melissa rely on you all.

"Even so, I'll run into the Demon General. Sakura will be like that, for a while. I wondered what it would be like, but I see how it fits round. I have no remorse for the fact that Nagi was about to be torn into two."

Garnett squeaked so smudgingly as he walked through the streets of Green Hollow Town and climbed the ramp leading to the White Wolf Shop.

It's a busy road with adventurers heading into the dungeon during the day, but when the sun goes down like it is now, the crowd just goes down.

Most adventurers either pull up to town before dark or spend the night at the Hollow Bottom Branch Inn before returning to the ground.

"Looks like the careless adventurers recovered from Erica's meds, too. I'm glad the Knights' first job didn't turn out miserable."

"Yes, yes. Are all the adventurers in the basement crazy about Erica? He's pretty good at it too."

"I don't think it has anything to do with sex."

Of course Garnett's tone was a complete joke.

It is true that the appreciation of Erica soared among adventurers who were taking part in the exploration of the deep realm.

To enhance the resilience of the distracted body, I hear Erica continued to make medicine with her crushed devotion and even showed her concern to give a fatigue recovery potion to the adventurer who cooperated with her when it was over.

... Well, the fine expression remains Roy's statement, so there's no denying it's a bit daunting.

But the report from Mark was also the least necessary and pale expression, but the major muscles were consistent, so there would be no doubt about Erica's activity.

Maybe more customers for Erica - I tried to say that right after her return to the ground, and Erica denied that she had to turn her face bright red, but it would probably be what I imagined.

I've been an adventurer for fifteen years, so I can roughly grasp the behavioral patterns of the general adventurers.

With such chatter, walking along the dimming slopes as usual, the figure of a young man nestled in front of the White Wolf Shop entered his sight.

They noticed us approaching, so they slowly looked back here and waited for us at the front door without saying anything.

"... Sir Mark? What's going on at this hour?

"Lord Knights...... no, brother. I need a personal word."

I unwittingly round my eyes to the exact way they call me.

A nostalgic name that kept calling me that long before I left my hometown, but never once properly called me after reuniting.

Mark didn't just grow up and change the way he called it, he even used that name, which he intentionally and blatantly avoided, until he dared to say it again.

"Okay...... let's just get inside. Garnett, can you get me some tea?

"Whoa. There's a bunch of stories to be had, right? Beat it all you want."

Garnett put me and Mark inside the house before closing the front door at the end.

- The exchange from there ahead doesn't even have to be worded dare.

We just bumped into each other fifteen years of blank events and the frank emotions we had accumulated over fifteen years, and prolonged and repeated the shouting and yelling.

There's nothing wrong with that, it's a very common sibling fight.

Honestly, the specific exchange is so embarrassing and pitiful anyway, I don't want anyone other than Garnett to ask me or reveal it.

Not a knighthood leader or a knight under his command, but just a selfish brother and an empty brother threw what was hoarding in his belly late at night - because he just had that time.