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

With his constant gaze poured by the surrounding humans, Garnett walks through the dance hall, the stage of the night club, holding Luke's hand.

Stunning, envious, disdainful, curious.

The implications of the gaze being poured vary, but none of them deserve attention.

Because a gaze much more valuable than tens of millions of gazes is staring at itself from right around the corner.

"- Wait."

A voice that stops the two of you trying to walk away from the dance hall.

His lord was no other, the Ten Person who sent Garnett to this occasion, Rembrandt Argentia.

"Father..."

"Nice to meet you, Lord former Captain."

Try to cover the vigilant garnet and Luke leaves one step ahead.

The insignificant response also behaved too well to rattle Garnett's chest.

"You're Luke from the White Wolf Forest. Why are you here? Though successful in the War of the Demon Kings, we have enough format to be invited to the Count's Night Club."

"Yeah, right. If it's after you've received the Knight's Medal story. Still, I don't think you're good enough now. So this time..."

Luke took a single letter out of his courtesy pocket to show Rembrandt the crest painted on its surface.

"Sir Theodore, the man of the Beaufort family who can be revealed at Borderline Uncle, has acknowledged (given) the letter of introduction. I have a shallow relationship with you."

A surprising colour floats slightly on the face of a harsh Rembrandt.

In the fifth rank of the aristocracy, the frontier ambassador is one above the count.

Besides, the Beaufort family is one of the few authentic, special beings that has become rare in modern times, taking on the original role of frontier ambassador: the guardianship of borders with other countries.

The Earl, Scarlett's husband, cannot be scorned if it is an introduction from an aristocrat who is clearly in character.

Or was Theodore the son of the trail - Garnett was still stunned by the fact and Luke's lack of connectivity.

"... then don't ask me if I'm here. But are you conscious? What does your actions mean…"

"Of course I'm aware. I mean it."

Rembrandt's intimidation increases sharpness over time.

Even close to killing, Luke doesn't take it from the front and take it out of his sight.

Garnett couldn't take his eyes off its sincere side, and he was unknowingly powerful in his hand grabbing his arm.

"No matter how much wealth you have, your daughter cannot do it to the unformatted. But you can't be a knight. Dragon King is conditioned to marry a clan, and Golden Fang is an ancient enemy to us. And..."

"I'm not going to let the Silver Winged Knight marry my daughter...... right"

"Exactly. Connecting with other clans and organizations will not contribute to the prosperity of our clan. It will not be given to those who are already subordinates."

That's why Garnett has never been able to say enough 'Join our Knights'.

Sure enough, we can still be nearby after the escort assignment.

If we are knights in the first place, we should direct them to join us with an emphasis on the interests of the Knights.

But if I became a silver wing knight, I would no longer be able to reach the relationship between (...) and (...) above.

It was only recently that I started thinking about this, but maybe a long time ago, I unconsciously thought so and avoided mentioning it.

"Of course I know. So I came here with the heart to choose the other option that His Majesty gave me."

Luke held that thin shoulder to reassure Garnett and said it out forcefully.

"What?

"Haven't you spoken to the former captain yet?

"No way. I grabbed it a long time ago. But... are you serious?"

"I said I meant it earlier. The creation of the new Knights with me as their first constituent. I'm going to take this suggestion."

Garnett lost his word to much surprise.

The creation of the new Knights. If that materializes, indeed, all of the problems mentioned by the father (Rembrandt) will be solved in one piece.

There is no need to marry someone, a new organization, but therefore no past remorse or hostility, and the 'character' is too sufficient to be the head of the Knights in a bend.

But is it really possible?

No... If King Alfred said he would do so, I'm pretty sure the muscle path stands until it comes true.

In retrospect, Luke had received four letters at the same time the day he received the letter from his father.

I couldn't afford to ask about the contents of the letter because I was full of heads about this night club back then, but I'm sure one of them spelled out the King's new proposal.

"The former captain. Your response to Garnett is probably 'right' for yourself. If so, no matter how much you rebel, you won't change your mind."

"... whatever. I don't even feel the need to change."

"But if I cut off from you and quarrel with the Silver Wings Knights, her accomplishments of purpose will be endlessly distant. I can't stand that."

Luke put his strength into the hand he turned on his shoulder and gently looked down at Garnett's face before turning his powerful grin towards Rembrandt.

"If so - I'll have to run up myself. to the height (...) she deserves"

For just one woman.

Only to stay with a woman named myself (Garnett) did this man say he wanted to be high.

That fact ignites Garnett's mind and body with a sweet heat that can be burned.

Regardless, there is also the apology for letting you make a serious decision for yourself.

But more than that, the joy of sticking up from the bottom of his chest was filling his heart without gaps.

"... say things like His Majesty"

Rembrandt turned his heel back and walked out without looking back.

"Formal marriage is not allowed. Not until you meet His Majesty's expectations. The choice of her fiancée is matching, so I will not disappoint Her Majesty."

Rembrandt's hindsight disappears amid the hustle and bustle of the night club.

Although that was a terribly far-fetched way of speaking, it was clear to everyone that it was a declaration of accepting the relationship between the two.