The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

We exchanged contracts and asked your father and Mr. Ginal for explanations.

The fact that I freed myself from the surgery from the encounter of Mr. Ginal.

And how Mr. Nargas healed the wounds caused by his surgery.

"That slime?

Mr. Nargas stared at me, and I strained my chest, Sola.

Lovely. Looking all the time, Mr. Fische seemed to like that he had the same feeling.

"That's so cute. Ivy, can I just stroke the Solas for a minute later?

"You should all give permission. Give him a gentle stroke."

Mr. Fische gives a slightly surprising look to my response.

Tilt your neck to it.

"Everybody's talking about those kids?

"Isn't that right?

"No, you wouldn't be able to stroke Tamer unless he ordered you to, would you? You'll get away with it if I try to touch you."

I remember Mr. Fischer's words about the normal slime.

Sure, you were familiar.

"The Solas are fine. Everybody, gather around for a second."

Everyone gathers to my throne.

With that said, I'm jumping freely on my desk, okay?

A gentle glance at Mr. Ginal and Mr. Garritt, but not a particularly unpleasant look.

That doesn't sound like a problem.

"Go ahead, Mr. Fische?

"Seriously?"

Pretty confused, Mr. Fische.

Experience knows that this kind of thing is quicker to try than to explain.

"Yes, it's okay."

"Uh-huh. Uh, I'd like to stroke you, okay?

Mr. Fische speaks to the Solas with a slightly troubled look.

It's kind of funny to watch.

"Puffy ~"

"Teriyu ~"

"Nya-yay."

"Pefu."

To the sounds of the Solas, Mr. Fische looks at me strangely.

"The way it sounds, it's okay," he said.

"It is. You can even communicate your intentions well. Then don't stroke me."

Mr. Fische gently reaches out to Sol.

When I stroke it slowly, I shake it pully and narrow my eyes.

"Is that it? Hey, Ivy. Isn't there a sign of Tame on this girl?

"Yes, because I haven't just taemed Sol"

"" "Huh?

Is that it?

Didn't I forget to tell you?

Mm-hmm. There's so much going on that I can't remember what I said or what I didn't say.

But you didn't say anything about this reaction.

"Uh, Sol asked if I could take a taste, and he refused, so I didn't. But she's a sweet girl who's been helping me."

"It is. Well, even I touch it. Yeah, I guess so."

Mr. Fische looks at Sol with a slightly troubled look and strokes him gently.

I don't know, just a little less than just now.

"Oh, were you attacking me with a slime that wasn't tayme?

"Ha ha, yes.... it's supposed to be."

"You're not coming."

Mr. Garritt comes beside me and peeks softly at Sol.

"Sol wouldn't do that. Hey!"

"Pefu."

"Ivy, can I ask you something?

"What is it?

I look up at Mr. Garritt standing beside me.

"It's the way it rings, why is this?

How to ring?

Why? What does this mean?

"This has been happening since we met, is something wrong?

"Weird, no, you know... is that something we just don't know?

Mr. Garritt says something about bumps next door.

My voice is too small even though I'm next door.

I'll see, but he's the only one in him who's got any answers.

I nodded a few times.

"Well, it could be"

I don't know.

"The way it rings, I hope, is a little unique. That girl by the name of Ciel, that's an unusual pattern."

"Because Ciel is Adandala. I think it's a little different than slime after all."

Because the way Ciel sounds is the same as when Adandala did.

"Really what... hmm? Eh?"

"Didn't you hear something strange right now?

Mr. Fische and Mr. Garritt stare at Ciel.

No matter how much you look at it, it's about the pattern and the way it rings because it's an Adandala element now.

"Adandala?"

"Both of you, let's get this conversation started. And when it's all over."

Mr. Ginal calls Mr. Garritt and the others.

Looks like we finally got a whole convincing story.

"Ha, roger. Do you want to solve it?"

"Right."

Mr. Fische gave a satisfying look as he stroked everyone's head slowly at the end.

Without Mr. Garritt stroking, just watching.

I guess you don't like slime?

"Okay, you're all set. Ivy, I need a favor from Nargas."

From Mr. Nargas?

I'm sure it's about your people.

If that's the case, if Sola and Sol give me permission, I'll be there for you.

"I want you to help my people. Give me a hand."

Mr. Nargas bows his head in the face of tension.

"Sol, Sola. I'd like to help Mr. Nargas's people. Can you give me a hand?

"Puffy ~"

"Pefu."

Good, looks like you can help me.

"Looks fine."

"Thank you, Sola, thank you too"

Mr. Nargas, who looked at Sola and the others worried, gives a horrible look.

Did you think they'd say no?

"Are the Solas all right? It would use magic that way to heal the wounds of the surgery. I have three of Nargas's people. I don't think I can help them all."

Hmm?

Mr. Ginal sounds worried, but you need magic to heal the wounds of the surgery?

Not the potion in Sola?

With that said, I wasn't just trying to study with magic.

"Sol, Sola. Can you help all three?

"Puffy ~"

"Pefu."

"Looks fine."

"Really? Could Ivy even transfer magic to the Solas on the way? Then Ivy doesn't have to either."

"I can't do that. Because I have little magic."

"Really...... hmm? You have little magic? No, how do you tame rare slime?

Mr. Ginal tilts his neck.

Shall I briefly explain this place?

"I have less magic than people because I have no stars. Sola was a collapsed slime, so I could Tame. Flem was born from Sola and has already had the mark of Tame since then. Ciel is sometime. Sol's not tayming, so it doesn't matter."

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Quiet in the room.

The sound of your father drinking tea echoes in the room.

Father with the face of a bit of a failure.

"Ooh. Well, Ivy has a lot of things, but it's Ivy."

"Right."

What, what kind of explanation is that now, father?

And why is Mr. Ginal convinced by that explanation?

Compare the two by surprise.

I kind of feel like we're getting along very well.

That's strange.

"I know exactly what Druid means."

"Right?

"Ah."

Really what?

Listening to the story doesn't make sense.

When I looked at Mr. Ginal suspiciously, he smiled bitterly.

"Bad. Don't ask for the three of us."

Snort firmly into Mr. Ginal's words.

I nod confidently too because Sola and Sol are confident.

"Then how do you make them grow up?"

Mr. Fische conceives.

"I'll put you to sleep with sleeping pills for now. If you can't, hit him and put him to sleep, so it's okay."

Oh, Mr. Nargas is definitely Mr. Ginal's son.