The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Good day, Mr. Ashley"

"What? Ah, Mr. Ivy, Mr. Druid. This evening."

"This evening, is something wrong? Seemed pretty depressed though."

Ashli, with a slightly surprised look at Mr. Druid's question, smiled bitterly as he wandered his gaze.

"I kind of failed at work,"

When I say it in shame, I sigh.

Looks like you're really depressed, are you okay?

"Is that it? You're worried about what's in Ivy's bag?

Huh?

Really?

"Ugh, sushi?

Ashley answers all sorts of things as she swims her gaze.

You mean you failed your job because you were concerned about the identity of the giant magic in my bag?

"Sorry about that."

When I apologize, I shake my head to the side in a hurry.

"It's not Mr. Ivy's fault. I need to be more decent."

"I need to talk to you about that."

Mr. Ashli's face, which was in a hurry, will now turn blue.

Uh, have you misunderstood anything as much as you think?

"It's okay! To no one!

"No, no. Not really."

"What?"

"I'm going to believe about the Ashley Regiment. That's why we need to talk."

"Trust me..............."

Mr. Ashley's face turns a little red on Mr. Druid's words.

You've been busy earlier. His complexion.

"So, I want you to make some time. When will you be available?

"If it's the day after tomorrow, you can always do it because you're off work"

The day after tomorrow.

Mr. Druid nods because he sees me.

"So after lunch the day after tomorrow, can I meet you at the gate?

"By the gate? Could it be that you plan to talk in the woods?

"I'm going to."

"Um, I know a few shops with private rooms. I don't think we need to go to the woods because there are sound insulation items."

Mr. Ashley talking while looking at my bag.

Surely, if it's the size of a bag, it could be in a store.

But the actual size never goes in the bag, and if Adandala shows up at the store, it's mayhem.

"Sorry, the forest is more convenient under the circumstances"

"Really?

I'm looking at the bag again and tilting my neck.

I see, is this how you react when you are feeling only enormous magic?

That's kind of funny.

"Okay. At the gate after lunch the day after tomorrow, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me take the time. We'll talk soon, it'll just take a little time to get back together."

"Resurrection?"

"Oh, I want you to be ready that day"

When I look at Mr. Druid, he laughs with pleasure.

You're going to enjoy how Mr. Ashley is doing.

Not at all.

"Eh? Like that injury..."

Mr. Ashley shows anxiety and tension in Mr. Druid's words.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna get hurt."

"... ok. The day after tomorrow."

You convinced me of my words for now.

I was confused.

"Yes, thank you the day after tomorrow"

Slightly slap Mr. Druid on the shoulder.

He just shrugs his shoulders.

"Already, Mr. Druid. I'm not making fun of Mr. Ashley!

Pay attention to Mr. Druid after you break up with Mr. Ashley.

"No, he said he wasn't kidding... well, the reaction was a little funny"

"No, you can't."

"I'm sorry, but I meant it pretty well."

I'm surprised at what Mr. Druid said.

You weren't making fun of me?

"Have you ever shown Ciel to a young adventurer or a new vigilante?

Show Ciel?

"You don't."

Reminds me of someone I've ever known Ciel, but a lot of them.

People whose names are already known as adventurers or masters.

There are no young people.

"Then maybe it'll be my first experience for Ivy."

My first experience.

I wonder what it is?

I look at Mr. Druid, but he doesn't look like he can tell me.

Does that mean you don't have to rush about this?

Or do you mean look at Mr. Ashley the day after tomorrow?

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it"

"Do that."

Uh-huh, what is it?

Don't worry, but you'll never tell me.

Do we have to wait until the day after tomorrow?

When I arrived at the inn, Mr. Chickal was cleaning at the front door.

"Welcome back"

"Back."

"Mr. Druid and the others weren't having dinner today, were they?

"What? Yes, it is"

When Mr. Druid replies to Mr. Chickal, he gives a troubled look.

Is something wrong?

"Is something wrong?

"Um, could you get me some freaks?

"What? Odd?

"Yeah, I made a little too much today"

"Mr. Druid, can I have it?

"Fine."

The only thing that's decided for dinner today is the salt grill on the obituaries.

I was planning to think about it from now on, so I don't mind if I get something else.

Besides, the food in this inn is delicious.

"Are you sure?

Mr. Chickal's reassuring expression.

Looks like he was in real trouble.

Still, I know two innkeepers, but they both seem solid and somewhere out there.

Is it a coincidence?

Or is someone a little out of it like that better suited to running an inn?

"I'll pick it up later in the dining room."

"Yes, please. It was really helpful because the flavor wasn't going to fly tomorrow"

Return to your room with Mr. Druid and get Sola and the others out of the bag.

Mr. Druid activated the magic item so that the Solas could not escape.

"Thanks. Well, let's make dinner too"

I don't have much work to do because I'm going to get a freak.

Shake salt and pepper on the obituaries.

You don't smell so concerned when it comes to raw meat.

I figured if I bake it like everyone taught me, would it smell?

"I'll help. What am I supposed to do?

"I had nothing to do either, because that's what I got to do."

The soup is made in the morning, and the obituaries meat is just cooked.

"It's been a long time since I've salted an obituary."

"Have you ever eaten?

Speaking of which, he said he had also come to this village for work.

Did you eat it then?

"Oh, I stayed at a cheap inn in this village, and the food sucks. The only thing I could eat was the salted obituaries. Well, it was overcooked."

I kinda hate the unfortunate inn of cooking.

Looking at the time, it's time to start baking obituaries.

"You bake? I'll do it."

Mr. Druid stands next to him as he puts the obituary meat on the net.

"Really? Then please"

Pass the net to Mr. Druid.

If Mr. Druid is going to bake it, I think I'll make another dish or so.

Can I simmer the vegetables?