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

"Good day. That was pretty exciting."

After Mark left, Garnett laughed and poured herbal tea into the glass for me.

It's a temperature that stains my dry throat with too much talk.

If you look at the watch made by Alexia, the time is already before midnight.

This is also something we have talked about for a long time.

"Well, was it worth trying to spread the truth?"

"Come on...... I don't know. Maybe we're just refreshed to say what we want to say to each other."

Keep your weight on the back of the chair and exhale deeply and long.

It could have been the first time Mark and I had exchanged so many emotional words since we were born.

Fifteen years out of my hometown - but until just before that, my brothers weren't bad friends, and I don't care what you think about my fifteen and under-10 brothers hitting each other hard in the first place, because it's nothing but childish fights.

When I was a kid, it was so rare to have 'serious' bumps, and when I could do that, I never looked at each other myself.

It was that kind of distorted fraternity. A lot of recoil, or whatever was hoarding in the bottom of my belly, anyway.

But it must have been an essential moment to fill the void of fifteen years.

Because if you don't put any thoughts into words, they won't be communicated.

- But whether this makes things better is another story.

Maybe a deeper mutual understanding will improve the relationship, or it will deepen the disconnect because it feels unnecessarily incomprehensible.

"At least I know what discontent he was building up. Well... I might need some time to sort things out."

"You've got enough. Isn't it nice to hear what you really mean over there?

"How about that?"

Garnett smiled calmly, pinching the table and lowering her hips to the opposite chair.

It has an atmosphere that I don't usually see.

Did you even look at the interaction between me and Mark from the side and wonder what it was like?

"Are brothers a good thing to say without hesitation?"

"... what the sudden. Can it be that I ate something bad? Dinner was a spring pavilion."

It was surprising to be envious of your relationship with Mark, but it was more surprising that it was Garnett who made that statement.

"When I say your brother... isn't that how you relate to Captain Carmine?

"My brother has a strong perception of one boss or the other. There are drawbacks to being part of the Silver Wings, and the rest of the brothers are not always the same."

I see. Do you really want to pinch the reluctance of your brothers and sisters just because you're in a position?

Make it a Knights leader and a member of the regiment, brother - that's the same relationship between me and Mark if you look at it, but my brother's rating and contribution are too different.

"What kind of guy does the lawn next door? Mark might think my brother would have preferred the other way around."

"If that happens, are you going to be my brother? Bad. No kidding."

"What do you mean?

"Come on, I don't know"

Garnett deliberately missed her face and grinned slightly.

Were you, by the way, the only sisters of the same sex with a different brother than Sir Carmine?

Garnett was the only daughter Sir Rembrandt had set up with his late wife, and he had four children with his former wife, who had died quite a while ago.

His oldest son, who was the original successor candidate, died in battle during the war.

This is what happened when Garnett was only a young child, and his oldest son's memory is not a metaphor but really nothing.

Valentine Argentia, her second brother, can't get out of public because she's sick or injured, and apparently she also completely hides her complexion when she shows herself in front of her body.

Sir Carmine, the third son, also took the chair of the regiment leader, an extremely accidental inheritance due to the overlapping death of his eldest son and the concealment of his second son.

I haven't met this person yet, but Garnett tells me that there are verses that stick to old ideas just like my father, Sir Rembrandt.

Though the mother is different, it would be an idea that must now be said to be outdated at a time when she has nothing in mind to use her sister for a political marriage.

My oldest daughter, Mrs. Scarlett, has only seen her face once.

A woman who made it good to make her home stronger by marriage and who actually made her a powerful Count.

In the first place, the organizer of the (...) evening (...) meeting (...) of example (...) was its Earl, and it was only natural for the organizers and their wives to be in a prominent spot.

- Considering this, Garnett may still have had no connection with the so-called normal siblings.

"It's a different story, but honestly, it's been tough for me to laugh, huh? I heard why you decided to take the Knights' story, Mark's face!

"Don't remind me of that... because I just ran my mouth in momentum"

"But someday you'll be the feather to say, won't you? It's a matter of whether it's early or late."

During an earlier exchange, Mark has hit a frank dissatisfaction that I went above and beyond than myself with a genuine effort, so I accidentally went back to including the (...) night (...) meeting (...) tangle of example (...).

By the time Mark realizes that he has been hit back with a statement that is only love rather than objection, and that Mark is blatantly trying to kill (sooner) his temper, it is already too late.

We can't withdraw now, and the unspeakable air drifts into the living room.

…………

If Garnett hangs around with that kind of stuff, I have an idea here too.

I actually planned to do it after the next business hour, but if you look at the clock, it fits just when the date changed.

If it is the (...) day (...) of this (...), the same thing will happen if it starts or ends.

When I took my seat without saying anything, I took the elongated box that was in the back of my desk drawer and went back.

"Hey, what the..."

"It's just a year today."

Place the small box in front of the confused garnet and open the lid.

What was inside was a misrillic necklace made of thin chains.

The tip is fitted with two small misrillic finishing ornaments.

One is a fine workmanship in the shape of a feather embedded with the same bright stone as Garnet's eyes.

The other is a small grain of pearl - that is, a fine workmanship that mimics wolf fangs, embedded with pure white gems.

I guess it seems to me that if others look at it, it means a combination of the Silver Wing Knights and the White Wolf Knights, but two ornaments that mean something completely different if we look at them.

A souvenir I promised before, a year since we first met.

"You... what is this...!?

"You remember Craig the Mithrill Processor. I stopped by Craig's workshop and ordered it when I went to Wang Du at the Inaugural."

Garnett took the necklace in his hands in such a way that he could not hold back his feelings of deviation, and began to stare seriously at its silver glow.

"... can I put it on...?

"Sure. What are you gonna do without me? I meant to make it look good either way..."

Without waiting to finish, Garnett tried to put the necklace on with a hasty hand.

Since I didn't seem to wake up to the unfamiliar decorations, I'll help you from the back and fit the hardware properly.

"What do you say!? Doesn't look good or something... hey?

Garnett trembles back at her cheeks with excitement.

The response is well settled.

It's not flattery or exaggeration, the only real answer from the bottom of my heart.

"- Oh, you look great. Really, it's beautiful."