The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

In the meantime, Sola's judgment was trusted.

I hope so...... Mr. Rickbelt won't leave Sola.

Pretty much, I think I like it.

He repeatedly stroked and poked about Sola, so he was attacked in the face.

... I've never tried Sola's attack before, but it doesn't seem to be very effective.

The look on Rick Belt's face when he was attacked makes me feel... unfortunate.

Sora, who bounced back and rolled over, hurriedly lifts her and pulls her away from him.

"Hahaha, bad. I've never seen such an expressive slime."

"No."

The more I know about Sola's rarity, the more convinced I am that I can only show someone I trust.

Translucent, individual judgments, and finally expressive are rare.

And most importantly, I haven't said it yet, but the food I eat is potion, and every bottle.

... Sola is too rare.

Mr. Rickbelt is excited to see Sola in my arm.

In a narrow tent, but only one more step away from him.

Even if I can be trusted, Mr. Rickbelt feels a little... unsuccessful.

Mr. Borolda peeks into the tent and looks frightened.

And he grabbed Mr. Rickbelt's clothes and dragged me out of the tent.

He seems to be protesting, but now he's pissed that it won't be the other way around.

Sure, you're right.

Somehow thanks to Sola, the depressing atmosphere that has always been entangled is renewed.

"Sora, I'm sorry. I still need to talk to you, so you're coming."

Outside the tent, close the entrance securely.

And stand before it.

Look at me. Mr. Rickbelt looks so sorry.

... I've changed Sola... I need to protect her.

"Uh, what is it?"

I turn my gaze to Mr. Seiselk's voice, but the tension seemed a little too interrupted.

Something made us all laugh.

"Ha, okay. Talk to Gilmouth first... let's lay low about Sola. That's too rare."

Mr. Seiselk is smiling.

Sora still seems too rare.

I listened to everyone and thought it would happen, but it weighs a lot when the top adventurers tell me.

"And then I'll talk to the four of you by the end of the day. The name of the gathering feels like a job completion celebration."

"Right. So where do we talk? It would also be strange to be using items for too long"

"Then let's talk individually in the tent. I guess we each need time to think about it. And time to calm down."

"Okay. Seiselk asks for company. I come to see Gilmouth. Rick... I'll take him. If we leave it here, it's going to break into Sola."

I've been looking at the tent, Mr. Rickbelt.

I'm having a little trouble figuring out what fitted so well.

"What, no, I'm fine. Because I'm waiting here with Sola."

""... no ""

"Eh."

Greed's leaking, but I guess it's okay.

You can't do anything about sending me a gaze.

"Go away"

And when I sent the word, Mr. Seiselk and Mr. Borolda laughed at me.

Mr. Rickbelt is drooling.

"Rick Belt likes animals that look so cute. However, I often don't like it when I touch it too much."

Mr. Ratlua's face is frightened.

But Sola is definitely adorable.

If you like cute things, you'll fit in.

Even so, he said he would touch it until he hated it... and with that said, Sora already did... no, he shouldn't have even hated it yet.

"Well, the story's wrapped up, and I'm going to the guild. Look, Rick, just move!

Mr. Rickbelt, looking back again and again, was dragged away by Mr. Borolda.

I don't know, how can I change my impression of Galari?

... Let's just give priority to protecting Sola.

When Mr. Seiserque hung the assembly on the four companions, he left the square behind.

The one left was Mr. Ratlua.

"You know, Ivy's really 9?

Suddenly I was surprised.

With that said, everyone surprised me for some reason even when I said I was 8.

"Yes. Yes, but is it funny?

I don't know, is something wrong?

I look at my hands... but I don't know.

"Oh and one more thing. Are you sure, boy?"

Because it was unintentional, it hardens.

And this is a reaction you shouldn't do.

What to do...... I can't think of a way to deceive you.

"Wow, I'm sorry. Don't look like you're gonna cry!

Before I realized it, I seemed like I was about to cry.

Gently look at Mr. Ratlua.

I'm just looking at this one worryingly, and he doesn't look angry.

And I'm horrified.

"Excuse me. I'm cheating."

"That's different, right? Ivy was just trying to protect herself. It's dangerous for a girl to travel alone."

"Thank you. But because I never told you when I had the chance to tell you so many times. And those others?

"Hmm, I wonder if you've noticed Borolda or Seiselk. Because I am experienced. Rick, I don't think I noticed.... because I'm insensitive"

I don't know. It's like I saw a little black stuff only when I said Mr. Rickbelt's name.

No way, only gentle Mr. Ratlua. Don't you have that?

"I knew you'd get ripped off"

What are we going to do, keep the journey going?

"Hmm, to the extent that we feel uncomfortable together for a long time. I'd be more surprised if I was nine years old."

With that said, you've been asked.

I wonder what that means.

"Is that it? I haven't noticed, maybe."

When I leaned my neck, he kind of thought about it.

And when you look at me, you give me a hard look.

I don't know, I'm so nervous.

"You know, Ivy doesn't look like a 9 year old. I guess I look more or less like 7."

........................ Eh!

About seven?

That's just... 'cause the clothes and stuff get tight and big... that?

With that said, about once or twice did you feel your clothes were tight between the ages of 5 and 9?

Is that it?

Aren't you really growing up?

... Are you serious?

"Well, you don't have to be so depressed... because when you grow up, boys won't see you"

Was it better not to grow or worse?

I wonder if it would have been nice in terms of not being able to split.

But in terms of not being able to grow...... sad.

"Until I asked how old we were, I predicted we'd all be about 7. What a trip you're making your kids, 'cause they were seriously out of nooga and stuff. So, after asking how old I was... I got sad"

"Sad?"

"From the way we're eating dinner together, there's no sickness. But if you're slow to grow, imagine you've lived a hard life."

Harsh?

... Really?

Was it harsh?

Everything has changed since I was 5 years old.

Then I was alone, with the help of a fortune teller, but I lived.

Well, it could have been a harsh life to say the harsh.

"It may be so"

"Since when do you travel?

"It was this year that I started my journey. But life in the woods is... four years."

"Oh well. The village of Latomi is pretty bad for village chiefs and lords. Adventurer Alliance info suggests that about half the villagers may have escaped."

"... so much..."

He was running away so much.

With that said, the village where the village chief corrupted was very idle.

I wonder if it's like that.