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

- The rapprochement, which also coincided with the opening celebration of the headquarters of the Knights, ended in success with a show of more than that.

But I hope so, but I accidentally removed too many wings, and it seems that both Garnett and I went straight to bed when we got home.

I fell asleep without any preparation, and the fact that I couldn't get out in front of the guests, not very much as I did, meant that I was rarely supposed to have a morning bath and a sprinkler today.

"After all, it's more convenient to have your own bath at times like this. Let's get this over with."

"... first of all when the interior of the headquarters is finished"

So I washed off my sleeping sweat in the private bath at the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion and tried to wait in the dining room for the garnet to come up and I realized that the woman with the face I was used to seeing in the corner seat was generous.

"Noir. Everyone else still in the room?

"Le... Luke... coincidence..."

Sit back in the seat across the street with your consent.

I'm going to get breakfast when Garnett gets back, and since the noir was already after I finished eating, I'm just going to get some water and talk to him a lot.

Noir and I haven't had a chance to talk calmly for a while, so I just had a build-up of things to talk about, including work.

"I'm talking about new people, but until now, you've been looking for people who can use their [magic prop making] skills, right? But..."

"... normal, hire a clerk... proposal, right...?

"Did Alexia tell you that? I'd like to move forward in a way that's easy for you to do."

After much thought, Noir spoke with the same small voice as usual of his hopes for additional employment of the staff.

"I'm willing to... say... have skills, right? You two, I want to do the work... and I have to..."

"Well, not only does he want to hire skilled people to work in shifts, but he also wants to do what he can't do without the two of us. Then surely it makes no sense to increase the number of regular clerks"

Nodding back with satisfaction at the raw opinions of the parties.

After all, it is much more useful to listen directly from the person than to keep thinking in your own head alone.

But with this idea, we can't deny that it makes it harder to find talent.

In the first place, the skill of [magic prop making] is a so-called sub-skill that a wizard may gain in addition to his skills for the main business.

They say that few vendors specialize in making magic props so that no one specializes in [restoring] because my [restoring] skills are inherently subskills of the profession in general that deals with tools.

The vast majority of the demonic props in the market are made and sold by wizards to earn research money, production is not as stable, and no one is the first to be looking for long term jobs in demonic prop making.

That's why the magic artifacts professionally made by Noir are becoming popular not only among adventurers, but also among other Knights.

"Hey, Noir. I guess this kind of thing is best to rely on a connection beside a wizard, but you really don't realize it?

Trying to throw the question again before, Noir shook his head as vertically as before and expressed his intention to 'not feel it'.

But that was all before, but this time he seemed to hesitate to try to tell me more about the circumstances.

"... my... my, my parents... not good, I was doing research, apparently... specific, specific... I don't know, but..."

Noir constantly puts his gaze around him.

I don't want strangers to talk to me - more of an atmosphere like listening to (...) or letting (...) ku (...).

Should I describe myself not as disgusted by being asked, but as disgusted by others who have heard it?

"Blame it... blame it, they... killed it, they... Us, but around the time of the child's... In my hometown... I can't stay... now..."

Noir's past to hear for the first time.

I listened quietly, not even to pinch my extra mouth.

"... and from... we... walked over there, over here... and lived. Sell magic props. Wizards, as, hired. So... of my colleagues, I know... little, no..."

"... sorry, you reminded me of something unpleasant"

Noir closed his eyes, shook his neck sideways, and went on to say more.

"Oh dear, it was, only... at first, so. Streams (...) and (...) of, wizards, are... rewarding, too, high... Magic, arms, polished..."

Noir's gaze at the subtle distance also seemed to be looking at a nostalgic past somewhere.

"But... me, like this, so... all the time, to my sister (Blanc), lean on me..."

Blanc the White Wizard - I'm not surprised the name came up.

I (...) and the others (...), who have been told earlier, clearly indicated the twin sisters of Noir and Blanc.

"Now that I think about it... Blanc... oh, my personality, maybe it's my fault... pity... it took a lot of work... I left it all to myself..."

Bran, whom I know, was the kind of guy who stood out to stroke my nerves, the others who were looking down, while being able to get into the brave Falcon with strength and status.

Plus, even though his own life and humanity were seriously at stake, he is also the kind of guy who would fall back on the Demon King's Army in self-preservation.

But if we return these too, they may be the result of an environment like the one Noir talked about, where the younger sisters have risen indecisively to survive without harm.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Luke... Bran's, the story is unpleasant... right...?

"Don't worry about it. I'm not a clever guy enough to be dragging my grudges through this period. Too many things happened in a short time, and most importantly, he's already..."

"Well... well... good..."

It's the noir, not me, that makes it hard to talk about Bran.

Indeed, Bran is Ten himself, who suggested leaving me in the 'Millennium Corridor of Naruto' to wipe the ass of the brave Falcon's demise, pushing him into a situation where he could even lose his life at risk.

But it was noir like no other who fought for Bran, who turned to the Demon King's Army.

Seeing fulfilling the fruitful sisters who divided the blood as their mission, they desperately contained all emotions and proceeded on their own to pollute their own hands.

At the end of the day, he was swallowed up by a runaway summoning magic reflux, but the runoff was deliberately induced by Noir, who himself seems to recognize it as something he put his hands on.

I wasn't on the scene, but there was an adventurer Nagi on the scene who had absolutely nothing to do with our cause, and he's reporting exactly the same upside as Noir.

So there was no doubt that Blanc had reached such an end.

Even though the woman with the flesh parents in her hands is behaving in a temperament, I've got the extra stuff by reclaiming my losses, even though I've been annoyed, and it's no different how much I grumble about grudges festivals over this period.

If this is other HR, I'm not going to say it anyway, but if it's about me, it's useless.

"... strange, right. I don't know... I feel lighter... maybe..."

Noir loosened his expression and exhaled somewhat calmly.

"This, thing... Luke, can only talk to... from..."

"That's good. Talk to me again if you feel like it."

We've been dating for about a year now, but it's probably the first time Noir has told us so much about himself.

I was happy with the fact, too, and smiled back at the noir that was breaking my mouth.