The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Stand in front of the first standing picture in the room.

The painting in the decorated wood frame is very large and powerful.

"Amazing size."

I first look at the size of the picture rather than the picture.

Somehow, I went to the right corner of the picture and spread my hands.

Remember the general location of your left hand, shift it to the left and spread your hands again.

About three of us?

No, maybe a little bigger?

"What are you doing?"

"Ah."

He looks at me strangely when he sees my father.

... embarrassed.

It's huge.

So, were you trying to spread your hands?

You were watching.

Let's laugh.

My father stroked Pong and my head with a smile and a soft smile.

Why are you so happy?

When I looked at your father's expression, I saw that the fever was gathering on his face, so I gently looked down.

"Pupupupupu ~"

Don't peek down, Sola.

That's cute.

Turning to Mr. Ginal's voice, he had a soft expression like his father.

Then I quickly lost my sight.

Thank you, that expression makes my face itchy and makes my face burn worse.

"What kind of painting?"

Okay, let's distract ourselves.

In response to my question, Mr Fischer stroked his head with a pop.

"It's a picture I've never seen before."

By the side of the picture, Fischer gently brings his fingers along.

There's no dust on this either.

Were you looking at the dirt?

Indeed, it is in very beautiful condition.

View the entire picture.

In the center, people in black armor and people in red armor are fighting.

I can see you have swords, spears, and arrows in your hands.

Behind those who are fighting in black and red armor are waiting men with spears.

If the previous person dies, will they fight next?

A little behind the men with the spears are the men with the ropes, but for some reason behind the men with the ropes are the men with the spears.

And at the end of the picture on the left and right, a black shadow is drawn.

The black shadow seems to take the shape of a man.

But I tilt my neck to that black shadow.

Overall, the picture is very detailed.

If you look closely, you can also see the faces of those who are fighting.

And for some reason, I don't know if I can say that I'm in the left and right corners, but it's only painted with black shadows.

It is as if there is a creepiness that may be familiar.

Again, look at the picture as a whole.

"This is a contested picture, isn't it?"

Mr Ginal leans against my words.

"Oh, I think so. But I've never seen black armor or red armor.The knight of King's Landing was silver armor.Knights other than King's Landing are green. "

The knight Lord Foronda called me in silver armor.

He was a knight of King's Landing.

Is that it?

If I had called from King's Landing, I would have come sooner.

"I have no idea when it was."

He nods when he sees Mr. Ginal in his father's words.

Mr Fischer is also tilting his neck.

A picture of two knights who know and don't know each other fighting.

I wonder why it is in the church.

Strange, isn't it?

Is that it?

As I approached the picture, I felt a little uncomfortable when I looked at it.

The people with the spear behind the rope, and the people with the spear behind the people who are fighting in front of them, are also wearing masks.

Besides, this spear is in a strange position.

Now it's like stabbing the previous ones.

"... are you threatening me?"

Looking at the picture, the words spilled.

But it feels good for some reason.

"Threats? What do you mean?"

In my words, my father comes next to me and sees pictures of people with spears.

"These masked men look like they're threatening the previous man with a spear."

"... it certainly looks that way."

Dinal and Fischer nodded at his father's words.

"Are you saying you're forced to participate?"

I felt disgust at Mr. Ginal's words.

Looking at him gently, he looks at the picture as if he were staring at it.

"But what is this church?"

When Fischer looked indoors, I looked around.

There are no flowers that should be in the church in a room where the passage of time is invisible.

Instead, there is a huge painting of knights that the Ginals do not know.

Look at the huge picture.

There are no flowers, but there is always a cross tree in the church.

Without this, you wouldn't have realized this was the church.

Speaking of which, you saw this cross in your previous life.

That was... that was a church too.

It's the same in my previous life.

Strange, isn't it?

Looks like there's a room over here.

Looking at Fischer's voice, a part of the wall was open like a door.

"Hidden room?"

Mr. Ginal is by Mr. Fischer's side.

I guess so. I felt the wind, so I tapped on the wall and opened it. "

From between Mr. Ginal and Mr. Fischer, look beyond the door.

It certainly looks like a room, with a desk and something on it.

"You have something. Is it a bunch of paper?"

Mr. Ginal enters the room at my word.

By the desk, I took what was on top of me.

"... it's like a diary."

I wonder if it was written by someone who was in this church.

"Um, 'I've been in hiding for the fourth year today.I finally got a voice from them in that church over there. "

Mr. Ginal leans his neck.

Yeah, what's that over there?

The church is in every village and town, but it's not that way because we're all together.

And you can hear me?

" If we gather the magicians, we will succeed.I'm glad they survived. "

A magician?

What do you mean you're still alive?

"What is that?"

Ginal shook her head against Fischer's words.

"I don't know, but it's magic again.Could it be that this village was hard to see, or that the time was running out, the power of the magic team? "

It's possible.

Father nods at Fischer's words.

"I don't know much about the power of the Magic Faction.Maybe we can hide it, maybe we can stop time. "

My father put his hand on my shoulder.

You must be worried because you've been targeted before.

Slightly slap your father's hand on his shoulder to tell him it's okay.

It's okay because there are dads and ginals.

A magician in that church over there.

According to the diary, this church probably had a magical team.

Then, the magicians gathered to do something.

I wonder if I can use my magic team without taking any lives?

"'I am a user, but this time my magic team has taken a lot of lives.With a few more magic squads, this life will be over.I'm really glad you made it. "

Does the Magic Team take lives even if it becomes a user?

What did you want to do, even if you had to kill yourself?

"'The users captured by the church over there are probably not enough, even around ten of us.Even if I know I can't help it, I hate myself for not being strong enough.We need to use their lives for what they did to get us out of here.But let's make this world look good to them... "

Turning to Mr. Jinal's hasty voice, the paper was crumbling.

"Shit!"

Ginal rushes back to her desk with a bunch of paper.

"No, I can't read anymore."

I looked on the desk by Mr. Ginal's side.

There was something on the desk that I didn't know was paper.

It doesn't look like paper.

"Ah, it collapsed suddenly. Maybe the magic of stopping time is running out."

Dinal slowly sweeps the wreckage of worn-out paper sideways.

"Maybe there's more paper down there that you can read?"

Do you have one?

I don't think I can do it anymore.

"Oops! Can you read as much as you want?"

A barely legible piece of paper emerged from under the wreckage of ragged paper.

However, the paper is about to collapse with a little vibration.

"Um... 'If there's no magic team, there's no magic team'.I can't read it after this.And then... 'We have to be ready'.The next part I can read... 'This world will perish'. I don't know what that means. "

I feel like I hate the Magic Faction even though I'm a Magic Faction user.

And the world will perish.

It's kind of a scary diary.