The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"You can't quite find the right basket."

"Well, 'cause I'm looking in the garbage"

"Yes, but"

"I think I'm funny, but finding the right basket from this enormous amount of garbage."

Interesting, or I know you enjoy it quite a bit.

"Ah! Perfect!

Well, I'm glad I found the perfect overlapping basket, so I'm gonna stick around and really look for it, too.

"I think Ivy enjoys it enough, too. Looking for materials, setting traps."

"I won't deny that, though. Oh, it would have been perfect if I had been a little taller. It's a lot of fun when hunting succeeds in a trap I made myself. So I guess the choice of materials is not bitter at all."

I regret it if I fail, but I would be so happy and fun if I succeeded for that matter.

Is it because you know that, or what do you care when you look for material in a dump?

"Oh, someone's coming this way. Is that it?"

Someone who knows these signs.

"I think it's Mr. Ashley and probably some of the vigilantes."

"Oh, you're looking around."

Three signs of walking straight over here, but without so much haste.

After a while, people other than Mr. Ashley noticed us or walked a little early to the dump.

"Ah! Those are the ones in the meantime, aren't they? Could it be a trap material collection?

"Good luck. Yes, sir."

One of the vigilantes enters the dump looking interesting.

Apparently interested in hunting using traps.

"What are you collecting?

"I set a trap, but it broke, so I thought I'd increase the strength of my basket. I thought I'd double the basket."

"I see. Is the aim obituary?

"Yes, I am."

"What do you do with magic?

"I'm not thinking about it right now because the magic of obituaries isn't so strong"

"It certainly doesn't work very well except by accident. Their magic."

That sounds kind of fun.

That's good, but they're watching, aren't they?

Turning his gaze to Mr. Ashley, he is looking at the bag.

Sounds like you noticed Ciel in the bag.

Well, you don't think that's Adandala named Ciel just because you're feeling strong magic.

I mean, I don't think anyone would think there was Adandala in the bag.

He's slimy now, though.

Hmm?

Even though he looks like Slime, can't he have strong magic like Adandala?

"That's amazing!

Oh, I wasn't listening.

What's so amazing?

"Novea is your goal, isn't it?"

...... hmm?

Tilt your neck to the conversation between Mr. Druid and the vigilante.

I feel like I've just heard something very ominous.

No, should I think after all?

No, no, novea was a fierce demon, right?

Was that an animal?

No, he said it was monstrous and violent.

No, I'm a little upset.

"No, it's not a goal."

Good.

That's right, you just don't do such reckless things, do you?

"That's a crossing point. It's not the ultimate goal."

I didn't hear anything.

Or is the demon using that giant trap you were watching before the goal?

No way, huh?

Mr. Druid, you're not, are you?

"Hello, Ivy"

"Wow."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I suddenly talked to him."

"You know him?

Mr. Ashley called my name, so the vigilante next door gives a strange look.

"Ah! Yeah, kind of."

I'm in too much of a hurry, Mr. Ashley!

"Yes, a little help. Hello."

I greet him with my eyes closed so that he can calm down, but his gaze shifts towards the bag.

And then immediately shake your head to the left or right, and look at me.

A vigilante next to Mr. Ashley is looking at Mr. Ashley with a crease between his eyebrows.

A small sigh goes out to Ashley, who is behaving suspiciously.

After all, I wonder if we can ignore the enormous magic power of the unidentified.

I'm getting kind of sorry.

"Uh, what can I do for you?

If I'm silent, they'll be suspicious.

Even if it isn't, the vigilante next to Mr. Ashley is looking at him with his neck tilted.

"Ah, no, it doesn't mean we need to talk about it in particular. How are you, sir?

"Yes. How is Mr. Ashley, too?

"Yes."

I don't know, this conversation.

Weirdly, I get more nervous...

"What's up?

It's Mr. Druid!

Good.

I might want to hug Mr. Druid and thank him very much right now.

"Nothing."

To my grin, Mr. Druid smiles bitterly.

And he stroked my head with a pong.

"Good luck. Ashley Regiment Members"

Team member?

Oh, should I have called you that?

"Good luck. Mr. Druid."

"Then we'll go back to the village. Take care."

"Ah, yes. Take care, Mr. Druids."

Even while I was talking to Mr. Druid, my glance turned to the bag I was lowering.

I guess he said he wouldn't stop if he cared.

... That was the word, wasn't it?

Wasn't there?

"Good luck with your work"

Mr. Ashley and the others, speak to the vigilante and head to the village.

I feel some gaze on my back.

"Plump. That's what you put up with."

"Yeah, just looked a little pathetic"

"You want to go see him early?

"Right."

Last night, I explained to Sola and the others the magic detection of Ms. Ashley's skills.

And there's also something you might care about because you don't know who the strong magic is.

So, I asked everyone if I should tell them about Ciel or not as a way to deal with it if they cared.

As a result, I felt strongly advised to speak for some reason.

Because of the height of everyone's voice, I felt that way.

Did you like Mr. Ashley?

"You want to go to the jar after dinner? Or should I ask for a message?

"Which would be better?

I'd like to pick someone as discreet as possible.

I don't want Mr. Ashley to be noticed being interested in him because many people will know he has special skills.

I get in trouble when it comes to talking about why I was interested.

"Think after you go to a commercial guild"

"Let's do that. Let's go sell the obituaries Ciel gave us first."

Mr. Ashli is concerned, but so is the value of Obitune's sales.

It's three times the size of a wild rabbit, but it doesn't seem like a rare demon in this village.

Mr. Druid's story suggests that the meat smells a little special, and I don't know if I can expect much.

Enter the commercial guild and view the counter.

I see a woman who made a deal with me before.

"Let's make it her"

The sale price is almost two pieces of wild rabbit.

They still hunt often, and it was a discouraging price.

"The only thing you recommended was salt roasting"

Finally, I asked him how he recommended eating, but the woman told me that salt roasting was best.

The stewed dish seems to bother me because of the stronger aroma.

I'd like to simmer a little and see what happens.

"Oh, you're an Ashley Regiment member, that"

Following Mr. Druid's gaze, Mr. Ashley dropped his shoulder behind him.

I think I'm going to hear some big sighs.

Is something wrong?

"Just in time."

"Right."