The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Wash your face with cold water but you have a slight headache due to lack of sleep.

I had no choice because I was up late last night, but it's a little hard.

Yesterday, I was worried about Mr. Borolda, who went to see Lord Foronda, and waited until midnight to come home.

I felt terrible on the way to him not showing up, wondering if Sola had made the wrong decision.

Mr. Ratlua recommended me to worry about me like that, and I went back to my tent on the way, but I apparently fell asleep because of the interrupted memory from it.

My consciousness surfaced, and I jumped up in a hurry, but already in the morning.

When I looked out of the tent thrilled, Mr. Ratlua told me that Mr. Borolda was coming home.

"Good."

"I told you it was okay"

"Yes. But I'm really glad"

The moment a big sigh came out of relief, a scratchy pain ran on my head.

She laughed at you for expressing yourself or for lack of sleep.

After the pain settles, I start making breakfast.

It's morning so it's an easy soup.

And I cut the rest of yesterday's meat into easy-to-eat sizes and pinched it in the bread.

I got a little more vegetables, so I should be able to eat them refreshingly.

I just want mayonnaise, but if you say so, you've never seen it.

Let's look for it next time.

"Morning. I heard you waited a long time late yesterday. Sorry about that."

Mr. Borolda's expression is as usual, calm and gentle.

I heard he was coming home, but I was really relieved to be able to confirm his appearance as well.

"No, because I was just waiting on my own. Um, so what happened?

"Yeah, we'll talk about that later."

"Yes."

"And what is that? It in my hand."

It's a sandwich.

"Heh, that's funny. You found out in some town?

"... like that"

I wonder why I made this.

After all, maybe he had a lot of temper.

For God's sake, I purposefully pulled it out of my memory and made it.

"Something looks delicious, but don't look at it the first time"

Hahaha, Mr. Sifal, don't stab me in the stops.

I don't know, so I don't have a choice.

In the meantime, let's do something we didn't hear.

"We're all set, shall we eat"

"Oh my goodness. Ivy made something interesting again."

Stop Mr. Marl Leak, too!

Ugh, I just pinched it in the bread.

There must be something similar out there somewhere.

Yes, there must be!

I hope so.

"Is that Lol? Kind of different, huh?

If you have something to say lol, I wonder if I can mislead you with that.

"They say," Which way is it? "

Oh, shit.

Mr. Borolda, you have a different name!

"Heh heh heh heh heh"

Oh, you can't do this.

Everyone has heard.

... You're hungry.

"Shall we eat?"

The sandwich was well received.

I just pinched the meat and vegetables in the bread.

Lol, by the way, sounds like bread pinched with cheese.

So I insisted I try to imitate that.

And his name became "Sandwich Back".

I want to roll back, but when I say something, I'm going to dig a grave and I'm too scared.

They asked me why my name was, so I answered that I thought of it, but did you convince me?

I'm a little nervous, but I don't think I'll ever eat that, okay?

Because you can't make soft bread unless you get it.

The dominant black bread is hard and not suitable for sandwiches.

Mr. Ratlua happened to have a soft loaf of bread for me in the morning.

Soft bread is expensive, by the way.

"Well, it's time to talk about it because it's settled"

Drinking tea after a meal and slowing down, Borolda, who activated the magic item, tells us about last night.

Lord Foronda, as Sola judged, is fine.

It was Lord Foronda who misled the former merchant based as a place of control for the Alliance.

An adventurer on Lord Foronda's side, to be exact.

Lord Foronda recognized the organization eight years ago for protecting a child who had fled the organization.

Mr. Ratlua and the others found out about the organization, a year ago.

They've been investigating it independently ever since, and they've managed to wreak havoc on the organization.

However, he was long and hateful in a state where he could hardly grasp the whole organization.

That's when I jumped in for information on a merchant doing back business that Count Faltria grabbed.

But Lord Foronda questioned the information.

He had already looked into the merchant.

And I thought it had nothing to do with the organization.

Maybe ask the adventurer, whom I have trusted for years, to investigate independently, considering the possibility that Count Faltria is being deceived.

The merchant still decided it had nothing to do with the organization.

And I thought about what I should do with the information I checked, and at first I was going to tell Count Faltria everything.

But if someone from the organization were near Count Faltria, he would not consider the possibility that his life would be in danger.

I decided to let the former merchant, whom I had long considered suspicious, change secretly as a place of control.

The former merchant was the base of the organization as intended, but after the information was leaked and all the evidence was brought up.

And by that move, he decided that Lord Foronda might have noticed that he was after the tissue.

"Until that time of restraint, you're just a Foronda lord to deceive organizations."

Mr. Seiselk gives you a respectful look.

Mr. Borolda is looking happy.

I guess I'm glad someone who believed me fought the organization all the time.

Especially after you find out there's a lot of traitors.

"So, what about this operation?

"I told the vigilantes and adventurers there were traitors. I thought I was ready, but I was surprised to hear the numbers."

"Ah, well. That's a surprising number of people. But even for adventurers, there's a good chance they're still here, right? I didn't check them all."

Surely only the adventurer Mr. Gilmouth introduced me to was left to judge by Sola.

As a result, half said there was a problem.

... Could it be worse than the vigilante?

Well, should we think about that after all?

"And when I told him Count Faltria was part of the organization, he yelled at me that it couldn't be. Well, I thought you'd say that, so I had no problem with it, but I told you I used magic items to get you to believe me."

"There are only a few others in this town who connect with the Earl of Faltria."

"Oh. I was stunned. I was anxious if you would believe me, but Gilmouth believed me because I used magic items. I'm not talking about this operation. More than that, because the problem has come up"

"Problem?"

"A few days ago, they talked to Count Faltria about chasing the organization. So he's supposed to introduce me to a trusted adventurer as an escort."

"It's dangerous."

It's certainly a disturbing presence for an organization, such as a lord chasing an organization.

So what do we do as an organization?

Definitely, I'm coming to turn it off.

And it would put those who make a profit in the organization on the lord.

"Lord Foronda was also aware of the danger and worried about what to do. If you turn down the escort thing, there's a chance that the organization will move quickly. That's why I put the adventurer I was introduced to nearby."

"Are the adventurers really enemies? I think not only Lord Foronda, but his adventurers will be killed together."

"What, I know Lord Foronda, but also the adventurer?

"I think it would be more effective if we killed him together..."

"Hmm... what's effective?

"Eh. The way you mourn the loss of the adventurers you referred to, and your dear friend, invites sympathy. And for his sake, which he could not protect without his strength, he would put the hand of the organization in the next lord, saying something about introducing him who was willing to fight the organization. I think it would be more effective if one or more people died to gather sympathy. I think this organization is going to be okay with this. What do you think?

………………

Is that it?

Did I say something strange?

How is it that everyone is looking at me and solidifying?

Mm-hmm. I said before that sympathy makes people run into the stupidest behavior, but it's not?