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

For one thing, it would be okay to leave the overall work policy on requests from Theodore to Alexia, who is in charge.

Then the next thing to confirm is how the hell to achieve the requested specifications, but it should be a further pointer to these two.

"So, it's the design of the key cooling gear. I still wonder if this is a good place to apply the gear that the Grey Eagle Knights have made."

Previously, we received a request from the Grey Eagle Knights in charge of Northern Security to develop a heater that the team could easily carry.

One is a spelling scroll made of cloth, based on the idea of a noir, capable of generating heat for the same length of time as heating, which is also folded together with a control scroll made of cloth and packed in a square bag the size of which you will love.

The other, based on Alexia's idea, is a magical pattern with misrilled metal wire inside a metal container the size of which fits flat in the hand, a magical prop that combines with the magic crystals of the power source to make up the febrile ingenuity.

The former is inexpensively easy to mass produce but disposable, while the latter is characterized by the freedom to turn it on and off but the high cost of misrills and magic crystals.

"Doesn't sound bad, but is it technically possible?

"Ah... oh... making, is... a problem, no... performance, is enough... warranty, I can't, but..."

"You actually have to make this all and try it. I don't have to finish it right away, but I was wondering if there were any tries and errors."

"Well, you are. Can you think of any ideas that might work?

I threw the set questions at them, and they both shook their heads vertically.

"S, scroll's... spelling... different magic, to... try..."

"First things first. Of course, there's something else I'd like to try. Last time, you see, it was a plus alpha for the Knights already equipped with cold resistance. There were some proposals that I missed with that in mind."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

Alexia laughs joyfully from the bottom of her heart as she rides herself out to the table.

"I can explain it here and now. It's definitely going to be a long time, and time is up, so shall we see you later? I can't wait for your evening course."

"Yes, they do. When you're done drinking this, pull it up."

I pinch my mouth with clutter because Garnett is my friend's distance.

Obviously it was one word with another emotion lurking behind the words, but the two of them didn't even show how they noticed it.

Even if we think only of published information, Garnett is in a position to have reasons to blame for inadvertent heterosexual accommodation.

"Rumor has it that you're bringing in other women, and if it gets to Alma or your father's ear, it's important."

"Oops, there was that too. It would be annoying if they made a strange misunderstanding. Let's just say if you give me a break, I'll go home."

"... well, yeah... if someone else sees it... I'll take care of it, maybe..."

"You can't bother Alma."

The moment that name leaked out of Alexia's mouth, Garnett had an openly bewildered look on his face, but never got into sight because it was just the right time to be behind the two of them.

Well, that's fine for today, but I just need to check one more thing before I send it out.

"Noir. I think I'm going to be busy with Theodore's request, but in parallel with him, can we also ask for the processing of Garnett's new sword?

"Same as before... slaughter and fencing, magic marks... of course, I don't mind... busy, because Alexia... up there, so..."

"Thanks, that'll help."

"White Wolf's. I should say thank you. [M] It's the sword I use."

Garnett once again thanked Noir when he said so with his knightly seriousness.

"I'm sorry I got more work done. The previous sword really helped me, and I appreciate it."

"... here, here. Garnett, on… many occasions, helped, from… each other, with…"

Noir replied with a gruesome mouthfeel as he wandered his gaze.

About a year after he started making magic props at the White Wolf store, he hasn't gotten used to being appreciated toward face to face yet.

Again, such a place is arguably one of the noirs.

After Alexia and Noir left, I decided to get ready for the future.

What you have to do is pile up, but when it comes to the task of getting your hands on quickly, it will still be Garnet's new sword down.

"Will I just finish [synthesizing] Mithril for now, as I'll have Noir do the processing of the magic crest later"

"Right. I asked you, Luke."

Garnett pulled Adamant's sword out of his sheath and lay it on the workbench he always used.

Mithrill synthesis against metal parts of weapons protective equipment - a classic task that has been repeated many times before.

As is the case with ordinary alloys, the process of finding the right synthetic ratio becomes necessary, but it is not conceivable only to fail the synthesis itself.

"Let's do it first, just like regular steel. I hear there are more similarities between Adamant and steel than between Mithril and silver."

"You fine-tune it later while you actually use it. Sure, that's fine. You wouldn't have failed."

Garnett sat down in a round chair in a cluttered outfit and went into the setting to watch my work from the side.

Activate the [Synthesis] with a bag containing the misrill you have just collected while being thrown at the eye of expectation.

Skill activation that has been repeated for dozens or hundreds.

In the midst of that work process that I can be sure will succeed even as I meditate on my eyes - I stopped my hand flowing magic into my sword, feeling uncomfortable I couldn't help myself.

"... what's up?

"I feel kind of bad about it. Isn't this awkward...?

"Whoa! Your majesty said there's no magic or anything! You mean it's a wizard in the royal palace or a trap?

"No, I'm not. It's not like a trap... I think there was something more fundamental hidden."

I held Adamant's sword backwards, which [synthesized] Mithrill up to half of my schedule, sticking it up against the workbench as much as I wanted, and then pulled out the previous sword Garnett had used.

"Oh, man. Luke......?

"Anyway, I'm gonna experiment. If my hunch is right, I'm sure..."

And get your breath ready - roll out the amateur slaughter of the horizontal giraffe with Adamant's sword on it.

"... Huh!

Two blades that clash.

Usually the knocking sword was a more lacking collision, but what made the noise and broke into two was Adamant's sword synthesized with Mithril halfway through.