My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop
Episode 484: The Dressed Girls
The large hall, where nightclubs are held, has an overall longitudinal shape, with His Majesty the King and high-profile invitees gathered in the back, and public guests gathered near the main entrance.
And near the boundary between the two, ordinary people trying to worship the royal nobility in a far-sighted way, as well as aristocrats and merchants trying to create a relationship with each other, were gathered to emit a different atmosphere from both.
There's not a physical separation, but everyone seems to be enjoying a nightclub without having to be ordered to keep this positioning and without creating confusion.
"Uh, where is everybody..."
"I wanted to be there! Mr. Luke!"
Looking out into the crowd near the entrance, Sylvia, dressed in elegant clothes, rushed up.
Although it is flashy and beautifully thin, it has good shades and shapes, and has not floated at all on the stage called the Great Hall of the Royal Palace.
"Mr. Alma hasn't seen you in a while!
"Yeah. Glad to see you, too."
Garnett behaving like a lady.
With that too much perfection, my mouth seems to loosen unexpectedly as I know what's going on.
If Sylvia sees me with a weird face, I'm going to be suspicious, so I'm going to cut my gaze subtly and look for everyone else.
Soon afterwards, it caught my eye that the other faces were approaching us.
"Hey, is that the guy, Mr. Alma? Wow! As rumored! Really sooo cute!
At the beginning is Marida's appearance.
Slightly more skin exposure compared to Sylvia, but not so much compared to her outfit in the liquor store, adding a touch of luxury to her surroundings in a familiar way.
Nestled behind it to hide are Erica and Sakura.
"Ugh... I'm finally out of place...? Absolutely evil. Remarkable..."
"Well, if you say that, it would be mine. I've never worn anything like this before."
Erica is dressed in a dress that is either her own hope or simple and effortless, bringing a mixed look of tension and fear to her right and left.
If you don't deserve a place called a night club hosted by the Royal Palace, you seemed totally trapped by what troubles, but from the side, that kind of thing is overwhelming.
And speaking of Sakura, he unwraps his long, black hair and flushes it on his back, wrapping around a western-style nightdress with no oriental elements at all.
Deep black and brilliant shine often appeared in lightly colored dresses, but the person in question seemed ashamed of the unfamiliar outfit.
They both fit very well in the back with the anxiety they have in person.
Again, this would be a clear occasion to praise the beauty - such an idea passed through the back of my brain, but just before I tried to move on to execution, I now remember that (...) with one (...) person (...) is (...) (...), and accidentally turn my face towards Garnett.
What about praising other women while bringing their fiancée candidates?
You instantly guessed that I thought that, Garnett immediately had a full smile and turned his praise to Erica and Sakura.
"You're both beautiful. Don't be modest."
"That's right, why don't you be more confident?
Praise the two with natural flow multiplied by an accurate follow up.
Erica distorts her mouth to hide what she felt rather than full, and Sakura is still picking a long skirt to see if she's not used to it.
"... I guess so..."
"But it's uncomfortable that it's strangely cool from the waist down..."
I just finished hanging out with the girls, reminding them that I haven't found the faces of the White Wolf Knights who are supposed to be coming to the venue yet, and I'll look around again.
Shortly afterwards, Mark appeared cracking the crowd from the opposite direction he was looking at.
"Were you here? I went looking for it, but you misplaced it."
Mark in black based courtesy has just broken through the regular knight's training course, where he is both dressed and standing and dancing.
But still, the color of the tension hasn't slipped out, which, as Sir Sophia has pointed out from day to day, will mean that we need to gain experience and improve.
"I guess I was keeping a good eye out so that no weird guy would ever speak to everyone"
Joking and saying so, Mark has responded equally smashed.
"I was going to, but the bad bugs seem to have dispersed early because he's just coming to see how things are going."
The one ahead Mark turned to was Chandler, who pushed his forged length into a seemingly cramped courtesy.
I usually expose my skin to a large extent and it is militant, but how can I look like a courtesan?
He also had well-groomed black hair, with an unbeatable atmosphere for his title as a Southern knight with brown skin.
... and well, for once, I've made a positive objective assessment.
The actions Chandler was taking without us noticing just seemed to be gently dictating young female attendees, no matter what.
"What are you doing, that guy?"
"I thought it was as you saw it. He's the one who can tell you when and if he can, but if he can, he's just looking out to drag you out."
Mark looks at Chandler with a mixed gaze of awe and giving up.
Obviously, it's the look when you blame your rotten friend for his vices.
In the meantime, I don't think I can ignore it even though I found it, and I decide to go near it and give it a call as the Knights Commander.
"Chandler. Sorry, you kept me waiting"
"Oops, looks like it's over if you look at it."
"I didn't have to step on it somehow. I'm going to see you again in a little while."
I told her I was back from a glance, so I thought I'd pull her up so she wouldn't disturb me, but before that, the women I was having conversations with Chandler turned their attention to me.
"Who is this one?
"Hey, Master Rumor White Wolf Knights?
"Why don't we talk over there, if you don't mind?
The next thing I know, I get called up, and I get stuck in a reaction by accident.
Accidentally, I'm going to lose my mind, but I'm more famous for this title than for an arms dealer.
If they keep pushing me away, I'm sure the topic will turn in the direction of sooo (...) (...) (...).
So anyway, I decided to put in a no with a candid response.
"I'm sorry. I have a fiancé with me now."
Then, for some reason, the women raised their voices with joy, and Chandler deliberately got used to whistling.
... is that you? Did you make fun of me with my knowledge or something?
I felt like I wasn't going to be seen in Garnett's face for a while as I looked back in my brain at the fact that I ran into her mouth.