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

The next day, the White Wolf Store hired several adventurers to start operating.

This time not to make up for the shortage of labour.

It is a request to have the security officer patrol the perimeter of the store on a rotational basis during a small number of visitor hours.

It wasn't just my shop that was issuing these security requests, it was here and there in Green Hollow that I was able to find what I thought was an adventurer on guard.

The survival of the Mad Golem, which destroyed part of the Hollow Bottom Fortress, remains undiscovered.

Even though it is not a great threat compared to the dragon, it still makes no difference that it is a residual force of assassins released from the Demon King's Army.

Increasing security just in case is a natural option.

Of course, it's not like there's any chance that they're dysfunctional in the mountains.

- That's how the day passes without anything, and at about the same time as sunset, you can hear the bell announcing the time from the town's central square.

We were able to meet the closing hours without any major trouble today.

I don't know if hiring adventurers for security worked, or if there was actually any imminent threat, but even if it was the latter, it's not a wasted expense, etc.

That's what safety measures are.

For example, how stupid of a fool to say that it was a waste of money that bought the lifeline when he was safely descended without slipping his hands and feet, for purchasing an expensive lifeline to get off the cliff.

"... Oh, um... Luke. I need to talk to you... time, can I have it... okay...?

"Oh, that's good."

Noir has spoken reluctantly as he prepares to close as usual.

"That... about Bran... what..."

I stopped the work I was about to finish and headed back to Noir to listen seriously.

This morning, I was passing on to Noir the testimony that Dustin asked me to give.

Fighting against the Demon King's Army, which besieged a human side stronghold under construction in the "Demon King's Castle area" - in the middle of which a person believed to be Blanc appeared and said he had acted only to think he was supporting the Demon King's Army.

Although technically I could only confirm my face, it is almost certain that it is Dustin Ichigo Noir and Melon, and Blanc himself.

Noir, who heard this story, has naturally been badly upset and complained about wanting him to wait until night because he would sort out his feelings.

And now, as promised, I've brought my thoughts together.

"I was ready... I was going to... I was... sorry... my head turned white..."

"I don't have a choice. You're a sister even if you rot."

"... thanks, uh... so... if Blanc is going to be Luke's enemy..."

Noir breathed again and again, gazing straight at me, as he eventually decided to.

Squeeze your white, thin hands together and squeeze out your prepared words.

"I fight Bran......! You don't believe me, maybe... but... yeah... you don't have to believe me... this is my, a statement of determination... the..."

I stuck my voice up because of it, but my voice keeps getting smaller and smaller.

Apparently, he's misallocated the pace of his lung vitality.

Noir took another deep breath before again voicing the continuation of the words.

"... because I'm a coward. Twice, the same guilt... I don't want to carry it."

That said, Noir bowed his head deeply and left the store without waiting for my response.

Beyond the closed doors, you can hear Noir and Erica having a conversation leaking.

Erica's voice seemed to play with pleasure, and the opposing noir seemed confused by it but not more than satisfied.

"Ah, Mr. Noir. Have you finished talking to the manager yet?

"Ugh, yeah... let's go home then..."

"Promise to go to the 'Day Clock Forest' for the next holiday to pick up some herbs, that, I wonder if I can invite some friends too. I mean, it's Sylvia and Marida."

"... right. Let's go with the four of us... No, you might want to invite Sakura too... Sakura is strong... because when you do, you can count on her..."

Around the corner where the conversation between the two moved away and the signs were no longer felt, Garnett appeared watching from the back of the store.

"Fight Bran, huh? I'm serious right now, but if we meet in person, they might bond and change their minds."

"You can't deny it. But it's enough that you just put it into proper words. Maybe you won't say anything with your mouth shut, because I've been thinking about the possibility."

Doesn't mean I don't trust Noir at all.

It is the result of imagining a human reaction that found out that flesh parents were on the enemy's side and thought that there could also be such a pattern.

Whether it's family love or romantic sentiment, love is an intense driver that thrusts and moves humans.

Because His Majesty Alfred, too, has risen to the throne of the king as a result of piercing his love for the princess.

"Hey, White Wolf's"

Garnett sat back in the chair behind the counter I normally use and threw a calm voice with his cheek cane poked.

"You believe in noir. Let's just say I'm in charge of being suspicious and alert. They're easier on each other."

"... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. But I'm fine. Sooner or later, when I found out this was the time, I decided to hire Noir. I know it's hard to doubt it while you believe it, but I'm gonna make sure you do exactly that."

At the time he found out that the brave man had been turned into a chimera with the dragon at the hands of the demon clan, he also expected the other two to turn to the enemy in some way.

Bran can't be the exception.

It was within his assumptions that he would also be an enemy on the human side, and the only thing that was unexpected was that he was showing up at that time.

"Yeah, whatever you want."

Garnett laughed with his nose, but had a soft smile on his mouth.

Damn, I've always had a hard time with Garnett, albeit with the pattern of sharing all the secrets I have.

At the very least, in return, we have to finish the promised weapons and protective equipment as high as possible and yet as soon as possible.

"Yes, Garnett. I just got word from Travis that the blacksmith on the case got his weapon manufacturing consent. If you run the horse, you'll be in a town a day back and forth, so why don't you and I go to a meeting the next holiday"

"You two? Me, too?

"I think it would be best to have it made in an easy-to-use size and shape to [synthesize] a misrill later."

Garnett pretended to think a little, then made him laugh like a boy invited to play.

"Fine, you two go. You don't need extra baggage, do you? You're on your own."