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

Should the newly acquired power be called [remodeling] - or [creation]?

I used that power to start with the medallion that the diversions had secured, the medallion of Nemeos Leon that Dustin had secured, and the medallion of Vukub Caxis, the core of Theodore that Travis had defeated.

"With this, anyone should be able to pull the power of the medallion. One for you, Travis. Distribute the rest at the discretion of the Attack Leader."

So, are you okay, Luke? Garnett said it too, but something's going on.... "

"I'm a little tired, but that's about it now. It would be good enough for a bug to stick his neck in a fight like this and go through it safely by himself."

Have Roy's Spirit Beast hold two Medallions and throw Nemeos Leon's Medallion at Travis.

"Bring me a new medallion when you can. I'll make it right away and send it back."

"... I see. Please be careful."

Roy's Spirit Beast spreads its wings and flies away.

I dropped him off and turned to Travis again.

All right, next up is the Repair of the ship. Hurry up and go there..... "

"No. Rest a while."

Travis holds me down with a serious gaze and a strong voice, and holds his shoulders down with a big hand to stop him from moving forward.

That shouldn't be easy either.

However, Travis' attitude is under constant pressure, and if he tries to resume the movement forcibly, he will rest (...) with his best efforts.

"... does it look that bad?

"You look terrible. Have you consumed too much magic, depleted your health... or been scraped off something else? Either way, hold your breath. I can't help falling into a coma while I [repair] the ship."

There are no symptoms of consciousness at all, but if Travis says so, there is no mistake.

His eyes are first-rate.

The assessment involves not only discerning the level of ability and talent as an adventurer and the appropriate role to play in the fight, but also determining the current condition.

"If you say so. Maybe there's a lot of fatigue that keeps going so far. I'll sweeten your words and rest for a few minutes."

"Ah, rest slowly. I'll keep watch."

Travis headed to the main street leaving nothing to say.

I sat on the wall of the building that I was close to, and I sat down on the ground trying to fall.

Then, Garnett came next door and sat tight, trying to worry about my "right eye."

"Why don't you disarm it while you're resting? No matter how much of the alpha is contained from the inside, there's no limit to it."

"That's right....."

Put one hand against the "right eye" and try to release it as usual.

However, I couldn't help but remember something like an unspeakable discomfort.

"... hey, Luke"

Garnett circles in front of me, pinches my face with both hands, and peeks into my right eye from a close range.

"My right eye is still blue... what's going on..."

"Ah... I see, you came out (...) here (...). What exactly is it like?

Feeling strangely convinced, I asked Garnett to report on the current situation.

"It doesn't shine as well as it normally does. My eyes are burning blue... If this is the result of removing the" shackle ", you won't be able to go back, will you?

"If Alpha Zulu is right, yes."

Close your left eye to see how your right eye can see.

"... it looks like the effect of 'right eye' is still pretty much there. If this is the result of erosion, it's acceptable... I wonder, yeah. Honestly, I thought it was gonna get worse."

"Hey, you, even if it gets a little more serious, it's not gonna hit the bees, is it?

"Should I have been depressed and regretted?

Return a smile to Garnett with a stupid face.

I don't regret anything.

Tolerance is nothing unless it is strong.

It's just that I was prepared to ask the Alpha Zulu to let go and was lucky enough to stay with minimal change.

I thought there might be holes around my right eye that would shatter like a piece of glass and never be blocked again.

If that's all, you should rather be thankful for your luck.

"That's not good. Instead, I'm relieved. So, isn't it strange how you look? Are you tired or worn out? I don't think it hurts."

Garnett is touching my face and making sure my right eye is okay.

In times like these, it's better to convey honest feelings than to be meaningless and strong.

Anyway, it's just me and Garnet.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. This is true. But to be honest, I don't think it feels good to see too much. Anyway, if you're just going to temporarily use the" right eye, "you're going to lose your mind at 46 o'clock."

"... yes. You can whisper as much as you want. That's why, at this time... it's his turn."

Garnett leaned in front of me sitting by the wall and pulled out a little magic tool from a small bag that was turning behind his hips.

It is a leather eyelid made from a combination of special materials.

The areas touched by the eyes are generally rounded triangles that are large enough to cover nearly half of the right side of the face.

It is a magic tool to suppress the "right eye of wisdom" that was developed based on the knowledge given by the Alpha Zulu and brought in just in case.

It is a reproduction of the eye band worn by the living alpha Zulu, and if there is no trouble in my manufacturing process, I should be able to expect similar performance.

I tried to take the patch from Garnet, but Garnet pushed my arm and tied it with his own hands.

"Don't be reckless... it's not a situation you can say, and it's not a position you can say. That's why...."

Garnett puts his hand on my cheek and touches my forehead.

"Let's get you started, Luke."

"Yeah, each other."

When this battle is over, our lives will be at a big turning point.

As a weapon dealer, as a knight... and even bigger as a man and a woman.

That's why you'll never lose.

I can't give up.

But I'm definitely not going to sacrifice anything.

I want to live with Garnet even after the battle is over.

I felt the temperature coming from Garnet's hands and forehead, but I once again firmed up my determination.