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

Shortly after stepping into the inn cafeteria with complicated thoughts, the girl who was serving - Sylvia - noticed us and rushed over here in a panic.

"Mr. Luke! Are you all right!

"Sylvia? You were here."

"Yeah, with the help of a branch! More than that, my right arm really..."

Worried from the bottom of her heart, Sylvia looks down at her sloppy, drooping right sleeve.

Seeing that, I couldn't help but remember how sorry I was.

When I made the decision to use my arm as collateral, I intended to make my decision on a rationale that distracted me from my emotional judgment criteria, but perhaps I should have thought of some more of those points.

Garnett and Sylvia seem to be really worried about me losing one arm, and the other adventurers seem surprised and anxious.

Right arm: "You don't have to worry about it. I can't tell you the details yet, but it's for later planting."

I dare explain it in a voice that I can hear around me.

The vast majority of guests in this dining room are adventurers, just people who would use my lost arm on the fourth tier as a reference for future activity policy.

So in order not to give him excessive vigilance, he needed to spread the information as far as he could talk.

"The local demons, including the dragons, were stable enough to repel this party, and my arms weren't taken by the demons."

"Yes, yes. If you've just been torn apart, you've decided to fix it in [Repair]. Sakura was there, so he fell to the bottom of the valley, so he could collect it at [shrinkage]."

Garnett also gave me a helping boat with a laugh.

Anyone knows that I am the leader of the White Wolf Knights and the Lords of the surrounding area at the bend, and that Garnett is their escort, unless he is also an adventurer who has just come to Green Hollow.

If you try the guys who weren't at the scene, the very fact that such a garnet is behaving plainly will be taken as a backup to the loss of his right arm that there was no glitch of an escort.

"Uh... I really hope it's okay..."

"Sorry, let me worry. I'm in the middle of an operation, so I can't explain the details. But I think it was worth it."

"In the meantime, let's mesh. I'm starving. Do you have any recommendations or anything? If that's what you want."

"Ha! Then I'll prepare you a daily breakfast set!

The smile was worth explaining. Oh, Sylvia regained the look of a billboard girl and led us to an empty table and headed to the kitchen.

Garnett and I surround the table and stretch the fork with our left hand onto the breakfast set that has been carried.

However, although I tried to pierce my tip into a grilled sausage, it slipped and escaped when I stuck it without stabbing it well.

"... um, an unexpected foe in distress..."

While I was working on the fourth tier, I had no particular problem without being an expert because when it came to meals, it was about the kind of solid food that I could eat as is with my hands, or the kind of soup that was cooked together in a large pot.

But when cooking like this is the other person, it seems that it takes getting used to eating only in the hands of those who are not dominant.

After a couple of bad fights like that, Garnett, who sat across the street, got himself up and took the fork, made a crisp noise and stabbed him in the sausage.

"Oh, open your mouth."

"... Huh?

The hot sausage is close to the mouth.

Garnett keeps sticking out forks at me when I can't react suddenly.

"Eat it."

…………

Pushed off by too strong a pressure, it twists around the edge of the sausage.

Contrary to when we exchanged earlier, I'm also not getting the urge to see with what eyes my surroundings are looking at this one.

Rather, it makes me want to turn my face away with all my might.

I don't know if it's for the rest of them, but this situation is for me, and I can't do it if you don't mind.

"So, what do you think?

"... you feel fed"

Returns a harrowing joke to a garnet with a slight and deliberate grin.

If it's just the two of us, we can't let them do this in front of the public.

It is also troublesome not to be angry because it does not expose your gender.

If this is payback for worrying, maybe we should spoil it and accept it somewhat...

Open your mouth.

"Give me a break"

... just gibberish in this one.

Retrieve the fork and throw the twisted sausage into your mouth.

He decided to finish his breakfast for now, hoping his complexion hadn't gone crazy, while he decided on his mind to get some practice living on his left arm alone.

A man with a face I found out from another table moved in, as I foresaw finishing the whole meal.

This is Chandler, a member of the White Wolf Knights, seconded by the Brown Skin Flexible Youth - the Red Wings Knights.

"Ugly, Admiral"

"What, you were here, too?"

"This is the best restaurant in the branch. Besides, I've been wondering about this for a long time, so can I ask you something?"

It was unusual for Chandler to ask questions with a changed attitude, so I also turned around properly while sitting in a chair and listened.

"The Admiral's skill would be [restoration]. Besides, you made up for the trees and ice before you connected your slashed arms and legs in an instant."

"Oh, right. What's wrong with that?

"Then you can rebuild your right arm, too. I can't grow it from nothing, but if I scratch the ingredients and stick around, I feel like I can handle it."

"... well. It's theoretically possible..."

Scratch the back of your head with your left hand and subtly circle your gaze around your surroundings.

"Shall we change places? I'm not going to talk about it at the diner."