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

That's how I told Erica and Lisa to rendezvous with the noirs before heading to Garnett and Leila.

But I didn't see Garnett at that table, and Leila was just poking her cheek wand like she wasn't here.

"Layla. What happened to Garnett?

…………

"Are you all right?

"... Ha! Yes, it's nothing!

Finally realizing my presence, Leila looked up in a panic.

"I don't see Garnett, are you going somewhere?

"There was a sign daughter at the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion, so she said she was going to talk a little bit. Just now...... I think. He was definitely in the cooking area."

"Okay. I'm just gonna go."

I can easily imagine what caused Leila to go wrong.

Because Travis helped me at the scene of the crash.

When Leila first revealed her identity and purpose, she made it clear that she didn't fit her heterosexual preferences about me, and that she wasn't physically bent enough.

And that the person closest to the ideal is King Alfred.

Given this, Travis probably fits perfectly with the heterosexual statue Leila prefers.

Flexible and large flesh. Human virtue admired by the young adventurers. Personality that takes it for granted to help strangers.

I can only tell Leila herself which is better suited to her taste compared to Her Majesty, but from what I can objectively tell, she says (...) Y (...) line (...).

His Majesty is like a lion, and Travis is a man who reminds people of a big dog or a werewolf dog (Wolfdog) that they are accustomed to, but can be said to be quite close by impression.

Moreover, he was dramatically saved from the predicament of absolute despair, so it would naturally be strongly impressed on his mind.

"(But he doesn't like women)"

While heading to the cooking area, I gently flaunt my shoulders thinking of the biggest problem.

Of course it's not like I don't like women, it's not like I like men.

He claims he 'doesn't know how to handle it' and 'what if he touches it poorly and breaks it', but he's a man who carries it without hesitation if he has a stuck old woman, so he's quite suspicious to be honest.

Even I, who have been dating for the last fifteen years, don't like Travis a young woman - even though he doesn't dislike her - and I don't know exactly what caused it.

That was already the case when Travis and I met, so I'm pretty sure there's a cause for it when I was a boy before I became an adventurer.

"(If Leila is serious about getting close to him... I knew that would be a problem around here. I'd like to support you...)"

I even arrive at the cooking area while I'm thinking about it.

In the meantime, I peeked in and decided to ask him where Garnett and Sylvia were because he had a familiar employee who worked at the head office on the ground.

"Excuse me. Didn't you see Mr. Sylvia and our garnet?

"Hmm? Oh, Mr. Luke? The ladies would have gone to the back door earlier."

"Thank you"

I'm sure if I hadn't been familiar with Spring Young Leaf Pavilion, they wouldn't have told me this.

As I tried to open the door towards the back door where I was taught, I heard a leak in the conversation between Garnett and Sylvia.

"Uh... Mr. Alma, is that it? It's your sister's consultation, right?"

He stops inadvertently on its contents and releases his hand with the door half open.

Alma Argentia - a fictional figure born as a result of Garnett disguising herself before that as a 'sister' in falsifying her gender.

Previously, Garnett had a relationship consultation with Sylvia and Marida because of the problem her sister (Alma) had.

The two of them have read it as' deluding Garnett's own troubles into referring to her sister ', and perhaps their assumptions are correct.

But I was in a position where I didn't want to talk to you about it.

You can never show up here right now.

Nevertheless, I could not take the option of stopping the hearing and turning back.

My head knows I should turn back, but I couldn't do that.

"Oh. Looks like he's worried about something he can't do again"

"Something wrong or something?

"No... rather the other way around"

Garnett mumbles slightly and begins to tell the rest after worrying.

"The guy who thought he might be an enemy fell in love with another guy."

"Huh? Isn't that a good thing? Is there anything bothering you?

"You think so, don't you?

There are signs that someone will keep their weight on the wall.

Is it Garnet from the flow of conversation?

"But. As soon as I realized I was horribly happy, he seemed like a hell of a shallow guy. It's difficult, isn't it? If there's someone else, I don't care, but if she's gone, she's gone, and she's sick."

The only thing that gets through to me is my voice, and I don't even know what Garnett looks like.

But even then, only the depressing atmosphere came through clearly.

"I'm not as confident as Marida, but I think it's normal to be happy."

Sylvia affirmed head-on the cause of Garnet's troubles.

"Anyway, if you were shady and happy with your broken heart, that person must have found a love for that person, right? Then there's nothing wrong with that. It's natural to think it was good."

"But hey... if they find out that even a woman thinks that way..."

"What's natural is that it's normal to think so, right?

I hear a pair of shoes called Zari.

Maybe Sylvia came close to stuffing Garnett and Garnett took a step back.

"If anyone liked Mr. Garnett or Mr. Alma, and if their rivals have diminished peacefully, even that person has decided to be horrified. Unless you're so confident and you think you're going to be chosen no matter how many competitors you have."

"Oh, really...?

"Naturally."

Oh - Sylvia's right.

I agreed from the bottom of my heart without saying anything.

"So you can rest assured. Mr. Garnett just needs to stay attacked!

"... well. You don't have to care......! No, it's not! It's not about me, it's about my sister! Don't make a mistake there!

"Ah! Shit, I was!

Outside the back door it becomes noisy.

I had a feeling it was time for the two of us to cut to a secret, so I decided to head back to the dining room without making any noise.