The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Ah, should I go away too?

Mr. Ginal alternates between your father and me.

There's a grin on that slightly troubled look.

Mr. Ginal, "The Wind" is an amazing group of people who are investigators and even entrusted with backwork.

That's kind of funny that you're putting one of those amazing people in trouble.

"Ivy?"

Mr. Ginal looks at me still.

"Sola! Is Mr. Ginal okay?

Mr. Ginal tilts his neck at my words.

Sola, playing on a cracked black stone, immediately replied, "Pfft ~".

I also got Sora's ink, and it's okay.

"Exotic memories and exotic skills apply to me and your father."

"Ah, Gilmouth said... I see, right"

Is that it?

It's a more normal reaction than I thought.

"Hmm?............... Ivy!, Druid!"

"Yes!"

"What?

Suddenly, Mr. Ginal grabbed my shoulder all the way around.

I'm a little scared of those eyes.

"What about your body? How are you feeling? What's the impact of the magic formation? Let's go to the captain and have Etchey look at his body right away."

Surprised.

Doesn't that mean the same thing about your body and your health?

When I stare at Mr. Ginal, Mr. Ginal panics.

"Ivy, are you sick? What are you laughing at, Druid?

When I looked at your father, I could tell he was turning his back but laughing.

Is it because you're holding your voice down, or you can hear strange noises.

"Hey, Druid?

Well, for now, let's calm Mr. Ginal down.

"Mr. Ginal, please calm down. Me and your father are fine."

"Really? But it's a magic formation that you may not be good at. I don't think I'll be in trouble after something happens."

When Mr. Ginal looked at my whole body and nodded small, he looked at your father.

He's been kind of a no-grabbing Mr. Ginal for a long time, but now he feels very close.

"I'm really fine. And if anything happens to it, the Sols will let you know."

To that word, Mr. Ginal with a stiff expression.

I rushed to find Sola and the others and showed them how horrible I was.

"Bad...... by the way, what is a different country?

In Mr. Ginal's words, your father, whose laughter finally subsided, saw me.

Nod at it.

Hiding it prevents me from explaining the magic formation.

"Different countries would mean a different world than here."

To your father's words, Mr. Ginal, leaning his neck.

"A different world than here? It's not like here... that's the right story for a story I read at a young age. A boy strayed from a different world, he was talking about adventuring this world."

There's such a story.

Hey, don't worry about it.

"You mean different countries, different world memories and different world skills?

Mr. Ginal looks at me and your father strangely.

"Yes."

When your father nods, he comes up with a serious look, Mr. Ginal.

"You mean you have memories of a different world? And skills? Skills of a different world?... Become! That's amazing!

As soon as I understood, I panicked, Mr. Ginal.

"It's not something we can talk about outside. Let's go to Gilmouth's house right away. Before that, Ivy and Druid ask Etchey to look at her body."

It still seems like a decision to have Mr. Etcher look at whether our bodies are worried.

Still, I twist my neck wondering why Mr. Etcher is.

He's a former assassin, isn't he?

If you don't know a person's body, is it a useless job?

"Is that okay?

Mr. Ginal gets confirmation from your father.

And I smile bitterly, and I acknowledge it, Father.

I don't mean to worry, so I don't mind working with you if you're convinced.

"Just give me a minute, please"

Pick up the magic items that Mr. Ginal has scattered around.

If you want to help me with that, pick up the crushed black stone.

"What's up? Do you feel anything?

Your father also picks up stone shards and stares.

"I don't feel anything, but I haven't seen so many black stones"

See the stone in your hand.

I've seen black ores and so on, and it's not unusual to see black stones.

But the black stone in my hand makes me feel like I'm staring...

"I wonder what. It makes me feel like I'm peeking deep into the darkness when I look at it."

To your father's words, snort.

I think it's strange, but I felt the words were amazing.

"You made me wait, shall we go? Oh, I want to show it to the captain, so let's pick it up."

Trying to throw away the black stone, Mr. Ginal stops.

I do give it to Mr. Ginal to see if he should see it.

He looks at the black stone in his hand.

"That's creepy."

Mr. Ginal lowered from his waist when he put the stone in a small bag.

"Okay, you haven't forgotten anything. Let's go home."

Slimed Ciel competes with Sola, as usual.

Today, they're playing a game where they bump into each other and compete at the tip of a jump.

"... Father, what happens to that one, it's a win?

"I've been watching, but I'm not sure. Big recoil, huh? Is that pain when you bump into me?

I'm looking at two of them playing, but I'm not sure I win or lose.

Leaning his neck, Frem went to the two and joined them.

Flam made his body a little bigger for a moment as the three jumped ahead of him.

Because of this, Sol and Ciel are bounced a little farther than Flem.

"It's rare for Frem to join us."

Nodding at your father's words.

Though I usually look a little further.

For some reason today, it looks like you're very motivated.

When I check Sol, he stops by my side, so I hold him.

"Pefu."

"Thank you for stopping the magic formation. Thank you."

I forgot to thank you firmly, so I look firmly in the eye and thank you.

Sol shudders a little shy of pulling.

To the cute reaction, I hold her tight.

"Peffee."

Hmm? Right now, I feel like it sounded different.

Well, okay.

"Teri ~"

Turn your gaze to the sound of a satisfying Flem.

When I saw it, Ciel and Sol were about to regret it, but I found out.

"Hi, it's like losing when you get bounced far away."

What a hard game to understand makes me laugh.

"Guys, is it time for you to go back to the bag?

In my words, the solas who were playing gather under me.

When you put it in the bag in turn, Mr. Ginal shows how impressed he is.

"I knew it would be amazing"

When we are three people and walk out, Mr. Ginal stands opposite your father and walks out to protect me.

"What is it?

"I've never seen a relationship with the demons I've tamed before."

"If you want to put your mind through it, you'll be aware of a good relationship."

"Looking at the Ivies, I started to think so. I don't care if you just listen to me."

Mr. Ginal flaunts his shoulder.

It's certainly easier to see than to hear, isn't it?

"Good luck"

Enter the village greeting the first gatekeepers to see.

And a little lonely boils down to it.

Not all the former gatekeepers didn't seem to be able to help, although I didn't listen closely to the conversation.

"Villagers, you're confused"

"Apparently, you had an explanation."

While we were going to the woods, it seemed that what happened to this village was explained, and the villagers were different than usual.

"Ah! There he is."

Walking down the boulevard, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie, who worked hard together in Merme's meat, rush over here.

"Good. I went to the square and I didn't see him, and the captain told me that something had happened to the two of us."

Listening to Mr. Kowl, I could tell he was looking for me worried.

"It's okay. I'm taking care of someone I know in this village right now."

"Really? And did you hear that? You scare me."

Lizzie says as she rubs her own arm.

The look is a little tense.

"The captain and Gilmouth are back to normal. It's all right now, I'm sure."

I was a little nervous in my voice about Mr. Kowl being scared to say that, too.

"How is the village? Haven't you had any confusion or something?

Confusion drives people into strange situations.

Now this village will have difficulty coping with even minor disruptions.

"That's okay. 'Cause the captain told me he already caught those involved."

Well, then I guess I'll be fine.

"Oh well. Good."

"That's right. The stalls are thriving. Come and eat! I'll put an extra on it."

"Bad. I have business to attend to today. I'll be there when it's settled."

To your father's words, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie with an unfortunate expression.

Promise to go to the stall when you calm down a little, then split up.

"You're worried sick."

"Right. Tomorrow or so, you want to go eat?"

"Yeah."

I don't know how long I'll be in this village, so let's keep our promise as soon as possible.