The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

The owner of the inn rents a kitchen and Mr. Ginal cooks.

He saw what I was making and wanted to shake his arm for the first time in a long time.

But I'm a little anxious to see onee-chan and the back of the cooking.

Is it because it's been a long time? I have a little doubt at hand.

"Are you okay?

"... you'll be fine."

I'm tilting my neck to taste the pot, but I'm sure it'll be okay.

"Is that it, Ivy?

I've been feeling Garito's signs for a while.

Turning around, Garito and Garito looked at each other in the dining room.

"Welcome home."

"Oh. What the hell are you doing?

Garito peeks into the cooking room we were peeking at.

I saw Mr. Ginal inside and looked a little surprised.

"Mr. Ginal is going to cook dinner for us today."

Garito whispered to oneechan.

"Sometimes his cooking is really off."

Take it off?

When I saw Mr Gallit, I shrugged.

"It tastes pretty good, mostly. About once every 10 times, why does it fail. And the taste when I fail is really bad about once every five times."

Once every 10 times?

Isn't that a lot?

What kind of flavor is it?

Can you eat it?

"Which one is it today?

Looking at Dinal's back worried about your sister's expression.

"I don't know what it looks like or smells like. Until you eat."

... I'm getting really worried.

Should I help you now?

It's time to do it.

I know that Mr. Ginal was late in his speech.

Not today's the day to fail!

"Oh, Gallit. You eat too, don't you?

"No, I am. Come and eat."

Garritt shook his head sideways.

"Eat a little, because it's delicious today."

I am relieved by Mr. Ginal's words.

Dinal smiled bitterly at the sight.

"What, did Gallit tell you?

"Yes, so I was a little worried."

My sister nods at my words.

Garito laughed as he watched and slapped Ginal on the shoulder.

"I'm fine today."

"Ah, Ivy and the others ate it, so I tasted it."

Hmm?

What's that supposed to mean?

"... don't you taste it when we're alone?

Ginal nods naturally at Garritt's words.

And Mr. Gallit sighs.

"What's going on?

When my father, who was taking a bath, came into the dining room, he looked at us and leaned his neck.

"Ah, good place. It's just finished."

Ginal enters the cafeteria with a plate of food.

Stir-fried vegetables?

"Sounds delicious. Ivy, what happened to Gallit?

Your father whispers when he sees Mr. Gallitt with his items hanging.

Moving to his seat, talking about Ginal's cooking, his father slapped Garritt on the shoulder.

"Sometimes he comes up with new dishes, and I'm making them... I don't know if I've ever tasted them."

"It's not that bad, is it?

Garito stares at Jinal for his words.

"Sometimes you really can't eat it!

Dinal shouts at Garritt's words.

There is no reflection at all.

I'm sure you'll never taste it again.

"" "" I'll take it. ""

I eat stir-fried vegetables sandwiched in white bread, so I have a lot of white bread on my desk.

That's all you're earning.

I bought a lot of white bread.

"Delicious"

Ginal-san gladly sandwiches her clothes in oneechan's words, but eats white bread.

Eating a bite of it is definitely delicious.

The slightly dark-eyed vegetables go well with the white bread.

Ah, Mr. Ginal.

Looking at the entrance to the cafeteria, there was a man who dragged the man he spoke to when he went to the bath.

Were you acquainted with Ginal?

"Ah."

For some reason, when he saw us, he stopped and his gaze swimmed.

What is it?

"What's going on?

Mr. Ginal lowers his head in a small voice.

"Um... I want to ask you about the underground cave, can you talk to me when the time is right?

"Ah, that's good. You won't be able to get in or out for the time being, but you should know as much as you can."

"Yes, please let me know when you have time"

A man lowers his head and leaves the cafeteria.

I feel uncomfortable somehow.

It seemed like a conversation I took and put on.

Looking at Mr. Ginal, he enjoys the food he cooks.

Is it your fault?

"Doloid, how long till the trip is ready?

When I look at Mr. Gallit, I see his father with a serious look.

"The necessary shopping has already been completed. I can still leave tomorrow... but I need time to get some food."

Sure, there's still something cooked in the magic bag, but it'll be gone by the time we get to the next village.

I see. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?

"Oh, what's the matter?

Father and Ginal see Garritt.

"I'm hearing some rumors that bother me. That's why you should always be able to leave."

Rumors?

What kind of rumors?

Ginal's words were deeply wrinkled between Garritt's eyebrows.

"Rumor has it that the Church raised an assassin in this village."

Oneechan's motion stops at Garito's words.

"Maria, it's okay. There's a lot of potential for rumors."

Ginal slaps oneechan lightly on the shoulder.

Really?

Oneechan stares at Garito with anxiety.

"Ah, the church officials can move behind closed doors, but it's strange to be rumored."

Ginal looks at Garito suspiciously.

"Sure, but all of a sudden the rumor went around the village this afternoon."

"Isn't that being manipulated?

Garito nods at his father's words.

"So you should be careful. Who spreads such stupid rumors for what purpose? If you suck, you can watch the church."

It's getting kind of confusing.

In the meantime, it seems better not to stay long in this village.

When I was originally ready, I was planning to leave, so is there a problem?

"Dad, should we finish the preparations by tomorrow and leave the day after tomorrow?"

I see.

Looking at the ginals after the appointment, she seemed to be thinking a little bit.

"I'll look into this rumor tomorrow. Just give me a minute."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Dinal laughs at your father's words.

And your father leans his neck.

"I'm sorry about Maria, but I'm having fun, so don't worry."

My father opened his eyes a little to the words.

But it will soon replace the bitter smile.

I see.

Ah.

After dinner, each returns to his room.

Garritt went to retrieve Mr. Fischer, who was drunk somewhere.

Mr. Ginal said he was going to go to bed early in the morning.

"The ginals will be back around dinner tomorrow."

My father, who was talking to Mr. Ginal until the end, comes back to his room.

"Okay. I'll make something for the ginals."

Shall I?

Dinal's words just now must have been something we didn't care about.

When I look at your sister, I can see that she's relieved a little.

I was worried about getting involved.

Nevertheless, the Church raised the assassin.

I don't know if it's true, but I'm scared.