The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

seemed a little uncomfortable being among the adventurers.

 

“I had no idea you were involved with the organization.”

 

Cival-san called out to the man.

 

But the man walks away, trying his best to avoid eye contact.

 

Did Cival-san know the man? 

 

“He’s the eldest son of a slave trader.”

 

“Slave trader?”

 

“Nn? I’m talking about a legitimate one, not a black market one.”

 

I see.

 

So, he was the eldest son of a legitimate slaver.

 

So, that was why he had a different vibe from adventurers.

 

But why would the eldest son cross that dangerous bridge? 

 

If nothing went wrong, he would be the definite heir to the family business.

 

Could it be that the whole family was involved in the organization? 

 

If so, it would not be surprising if the eldest son was involved.

 

When a problem arises, it could be an opportunity to spread their hands.

 

As I stared at the man, I heard a faint laugh from Cival-san, who was walking next to me.

 

“Um, what is it?”

 

“Well, I was wondering if you might be thinking the same thing as I am.”

 

“…Are you suggesting that the entire family is involved with the organization?”

 

“I thought so as well.
But why do you think so?”

 

“I have heard that the eldest son or daughter usually have a special place in the family, so him doing this is strange.”

 

“Fufu, we have the same eye for the same things.
Maybe we’re similar in the way we think?”

 

Same as Cival-san.

 

I smiled spontaneously, feeling happy.

 

“This is the first time I’ve ever heard someone say we think alike and have a happy face.
It’s kind of refreshing.”

 

“How terrifying that you and Cival think alike.”

 

Rickbert-san shuddered.

 

Why did he have to say those words so often, I wondered?

 

Now look, he heard you.

 

“Rickbert, let’s have a long talk later.”

 

“Hiii!”

 

That was self-inflicted, wasn’t it?

 

I wonder why they were so freaked out when they were caught? 

 

“Haah, that’s enough Cival.
Come on, let’s move.”

 

What was that about? 

 

What were they doing? 

 

Maybe he was sending out a murderous intent? 

 

I heard that when one became a high-level adventurer, one could direct one’s killing intent at will.

 

I thought I would appreciate it if it were possible, but I wondered if it was. 

 

Cival-san was a wonderful man, after all.

 

“Ivy likes Cival, doesn’t she?”

 

Rattler-san said curiously.

 

I wondered if I do? 

 

I was not really sure, but I nodded my head in agreement.

 

I certainly liked the way Cival-san thought and behaved.

 

“That makes me happy~.”

 

Cival-san gently pats my head.

 

And a smile appeared on my face.

 

“It’s rare for you to be liked by a child, isn’t it?”

 

Nouga-san looked at me and Cival-san alternately with a curious expression on his face.

 

“That’s true, most of them fear me.”

 

“Scared? Cival-san is very kind, though.”

 

Borolda-san and Rickbert-san’s faces cringe at my words.

 

Nouga-san and Rattler-san laughed.

 

They were walking slowly because they had to match my walking speed.

 

So, it took us a little longer to get back to the town.

 

As soon as they saw us, the gatekeepers started to panic.

 

One of them came running toward us.

 

I wonder what happened? 

 

“Good work~ Ivy was safe.”

 

“Thank goodness.
The deputy leader has been inquiring about it several times, and we were having trouble.”

 

The Deputy Leader-San? 

 

We hadn’t really talked much, but did he have business with me? 

 

“Ivy likes people with strong habits, doesn’t she?”

 

Another bad comment from Rickbert-san was unleashed.

 

Cival-san glanced at him, making him look pale.

 

Borolda-san looked disappointed.

 

“Does Rickbert-san want to be tormented by Cival-san?”

 

“Bwah!”

 

Rattler-san, who was standing next to me, suddenly started to burst into laughter.

 

I hurriedly looked next to him and saw that he seemed to be holding back his laughter by shifting his gaze from me.

 

I wondered if he had uttered out aloud the words that had just crossed his mind. 

 

“I never meant to say that Rickbert-san is a man of unusual proclivities!”

 

I hurriedly explained, but my voice was a little too loud.

 

“Oh, wait, Ivy, what do you mean? What proclivities?”

 

Rickbert-san, who was handing over the captured people to the vigilantes, shouted in a panicked voice.

 

Both Rattler-san and Cival-san started laughing out loud.

 

Nouga-san was also laughing, his shoulders trembling.

 

…I was glad that they were having fun!