The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

The people outside are taken to a simple cage made inside the stronghold.

Everyone is looking down and trying not to be seen in the face.

Some of them seem to be weeping.

"It's too late to regret it now. Why didn't you think about when you got caught?"

The words of the captain who hangs on them are harsh.

That's something I can't help.

They chose this path for themselves.

We will take a long time to atone for that responsibility.

"Huh..."

I'm glad the operation succeeded, so I can hunt down Division.

This won't even get me targeted.

That way I can continue my journey.

But I kind of can't clear my mind.

I'm sure it's because it's the first time I've seen the grief of those caught.

"You don't get sick."

Turning his gaze to his voice, Mr. Sifal and Mr. Ratlua.

Apparently, he looked rather discouraged, and he fell apart.

"I know, because it's the first time I've seen it"

"Oh well. We had a lot on our minds in the first place, didn't we?

"Oh, you were so young. It was when Ratlua had more cuteness."

"Hey. What are you gonna say?"

"What! Can I tell Ivy about those days? You're so brave."

"No! Don't tell me!

I wonder what happened.

Mr. Ratlua's face is dyed bright red and panicking.

... I'm so curious what to do.

Sneak in later......

"Ivy, you're not gonna ask me later, are you? No way?"

It was read.

Plus, I'm so scared of your face!

Quickly and silently snort again and again.

"Right?

Black! Mr. Ratlua's smile is so black!

I'm terribly curious, but let's stop.

Mr. Ratlua, who has always returned to his usual smile, strokes his head gently.

And I was horrified.

Good ~.

Oh, I'm losing the moody feeling I had earlier.

Maybe Mr. Sifal brought up Mr. Ratlua's past for me.

They're really sweet people.

... No, you meant that dislike of Mr. Ratlua.

I guess Mr. Sifal told the story knowing that.

I knew you were a fighter, Mr. Schiffer.

I inadvertently heard yelling from around the base.

And my body freaks out.

"It's okay."

Mr. Sifal gently puts his hand on my shoulder.

And answer with a smile.

"But what would it be? Let's go."

From the garden of the stronghold, the area around the stronghold was much noisier when it moved to a position where it could be seen outside the gate.

"Rumor has it that those who joined the organization have been captured."

Mr. Sifal's face is getting tougher.

At the end of that gaze are the people of the town pushing over to this place.

I hear voices like, "Tell me who you caught" and "Clear up your grudges.

The vigilantes are trying to rule, but there are too many people.

Is everything okay?

"That's a bit of a shitty number."

Mr. Ratlua's expression is also harsh.

What are we going to do?

"Is it going to be okay?

"Hmm? I think the captain and Gilmouth will do something about it. Oh, look."

Turning his gaze in the direction indicated by Mr Ratlua, he stood in front of the people gathered by Mr Commander, Mr Deputy Commander and Mr Gilmouth.

"Quiet!

The captain's voice echoes around the base.

The neighborhood quiets to its voice.

"The rumours are telling the truth. The organization that has caused the most damage to this town. We've got the people who joined the organization."

In the words, a voice of joy springs up from the people of the city.

but the deputy commander slaps his hand and stops it.

The captain starts talking when it gets quiet again.

"A lot of traitors have come out of the vigilante. And even from adventurers. My deepest apologies for that."

When the captain bows his head, the vice-captain and Mr Gilmouth also bow their heads.

The people of town staring quietly at it.

When the captain gives his head up, he starts talking just a little slowly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't announce who got caught right now. Because we have not obtained any certainty about individual sins. I don't think there's any misidentification, but I want all announcements to wait until we can prove it."

Now that Sola just made the decision, she still doesn't know who was in the organization for what.

We're going to gather evidence to establish each sin.

It must be tough because of the large number of people we've caught.

"I have a favor to ask of the inhabitants. I don't want you to lay your hands on those you've caught."

To the words, curses fly from the gathered people.

Some of them are crying.

Mr. Commander, keep your hands up.

"You know sinners fall into slavery, but few know how much that is. But I do. How harsh a place for sinners to go."

Your voice disappeared into the words of the captain.

It goes without saying that sinners fall into slavery.

Sure, they impose it on forced labor.

But I recall never hearing of the place.

That was the same for the people in town.

"You won't be able to choose death on your own in that place. They just torture their bodies every day and make them work for this world. That's such a harsh day that words can't describe it. Exactly hell. That hell will last until the day it is forgiven."

In the words of the captain, the expression of the inhabitants begins to show calm.

The victims want the perpetrators to suffer.

That can't be beautiful, it's true.

"When their lives are over, so will their suffering. So you can forgive me? Is it that easy to free yourself from suffering? I can't forgive you. So make sure they fall into slavery. I want them to swear they won't do it."

There are no more people who curse at the captain.

Besides, Mr. Vice Commander and Mr. Gilmouth solved the hard look.

"That's amazing"

The captain has carried everything in his back.

"You know, Ivy. What's that..."

Mr. Ratlua sounds anxious somewhere.

I lean my neck against it.

I wonder what.

"Ratlua, I think Ivy's noticed."

"What?"

About what?

What do you notice?

"Ivy, do you know how the captain said that?

"Uh, to keep residents from committing crimes, right? That's why the captain carried everything in. He's amazing."

Had it not been for the words of the captain, I'm sure the people who couldn't hold their anger would have attacked the stronghold.

And I can't abandon the possibility that I killed the people who were there.

If that happens, the victim will be the perpetrator, even for a reason.

That's too sad.

That's why the captain dared to tell them.

When I make them suffer.

That's all the time while you're alive, too.

So don't give me a hand.

The captain was talking to people who couldn't hold their anger because of grief and suffering.

Let their anger calm down a little.

Don't let that anger turn to the perpetrator.

"You see."

Mr. Sifal stares a little proudly at Mr. Ratlua.

Mr. Ratlua makes me squirm my hair.

"Wow! What is it?

"No, you understand the captain properly - I don't know."

"Understand? You mean amazing people?

I've been thinking about that for a while.

Adaptability to respond quickly to a variety of things and the ability to guide people.

And strength of mind.

I think that's just great.

"I want to be like the captain"

"" Eh!

I heard two very surprised voices in my words for some reason.

The voices, of course, are Mr Sifal and Mr Ratlua.

Would you be so surprised?

"Ivy, it's too early to give up your life."

"Huh?"

"That's right, Ivy. I can't believe I want to be like a captain. Because the future is still bright."

... The captain should have talked about being amazing...

"You guys."

Turning his gaze to the heavy bass, there's a captain with a sticky face.

Soon, the story seemed over.

"Good luck"

When I greet him with a smile, he will have a very calm look after a moment of surprised face.

Definitely better this way than the slightly stretched face I just had.