The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Yes. Tea, please"

"Oh, thank you. I thought I'd drown for a moment."

Mr. Gilmouth laughs and pokes Sola on his lap.

"Puffy ~"

"Any pain?

Mr. Gilmouth shakes his neck to the side of your father's words.

"It disappeared the moment I was surrounded by Sola. Wow, Sola."

Giggly hugged Sora looks a little happy.

I don't know, I don't know, but I guess I'm glad.

"I guess I owe it to Sola, three years ago. I met Marsha's grandson."

Mr. Marsha's grandson?

What are you talking about?

"The woman who married me is Marsha's grandson."

"Really?"

"Oh, I also remembered I was consulted because I couldn't be very good as a Tamer."

I didn't know that the person who became Mr. Gilmouth's wife was Mr. Marsha's grandson.

So can I assume that my grandson is definitely involved?

"You remembered everything?

"No, that's fragmentary. Marsha's grandson told me she needed to talk to me, and then something happened, and my memories are flying, and I'm facing Marsha's grandson in some room."

Even fragmented, it helps solve this problem.

Nothing has ever come up before.

"And just like Ivy said. I remember being put inside the magic formation many times. I know it's magic, but the pattern's blurry, so I don't know."

Being put in the magic team again and again means you had to go in again and again, right?

"Do you have any idea why I needed to go in again and again?

Mr. Gilmouth shakes his neck sideways to my question.

"I didn't know that. I just remember seeing that window somewhere."

"Window?"

"Oh, it's a place with a magic formation in my memory, but I saw a window. I think he probably saw it from inside the magic team."

"Right."

"Do you know the characteristics of the place where the magic formation is?

"Characteristics ~ I think there was colorful light, and windows. Bad. Nothing else. It just wasn't an adventurer's guild or a commercial guild."

I see.

Could both guilds be irrelevant?

I guess it's a failure to look into it in the assumption that there is.

I wasn't looking, so I should have believed that.

Still, colorful light?

Even if the light comes in through the window, the color is one color, right?

I think I'll be able to locate it if I find out.

"And then I remember giving something to the adventurer. Marsha's grandson was with her. Perhaps I gave them instructions where the magic team was, and I let them go."

Mr. Gilmouth speaking with a painful look.

"Do you know where Marsha's grandson is now?

"It's Tamer, I think he's doing his job. I don't have Marsha's grandson in my recent memory."

"Right. There's a chance he's already escaped."

Is that it?

"There's a good chance that neither Adventurer's Guild nor Commercial Guild has a magic formation, right?

"I'll look into it tomorrow, but probably not. Why?"

Mr. Gilmouth's question leans between his eyebrows.

"Father, where did we hang on to surgery?

I thought it was an adventurer's guild.

So I never even thought about it...

"That's crazy. I first met Gilmouth because it was time to solve the spell."

And where could it be?

Square?

"We checked the square, didn't we?

"Oh, I thought about when I was on guard, it was top secret, but there was nothing magical about it."

Reminds me of the magic formation of the cave.

I could only see part of it, but it was a pretty gigantic magic formation.

The magic formation that attacked Mr. Sarpent was also huge.

If you're a magical formation of these two sizes, you'll find them soon.

I guess the fact that they haven't found it is a smaller magic formation.

Stuffing at the gate?

Over there...... no, it was a wall around.

Some of the walls had paper on them that wrote about contact matters, etc., but the walls were sticking out.

There must be nowhere to hide the magic formation.

But what if the magic team is smaller than you imagined?

"How small can a magic formation be?

"Hmm? What?

"It's the size of the magic formation. Your father and the magic team you found were all big things, but I thought there were some small magic groups."

"I've never heard of it. In the first place, the magic team is forbidden to look into it, so there is little information available."

There is a bitter smile in Mr. Gilmouth's words.

That's the big wall of this problem.

Too little information about the magic formations because they were banned.

For this reason, I cannot go to the right answer because I am forced to apply what I know.

"I'll have to ask the captain about the magic team. It's unclear how far you know, but you probably know quite a bit."

Mr. Gilmouth nods at your father's words.

"Shall we go to bed? 'Cause it'll be early tomorrow."

"Right."

When your father stroked my head with a pong, Mr. Gilmouth also stroked Sora's head on his lap with a pong.

Sora seems comfortable, her eyes narrowed and she rocks her body with a pull.

"I'm in a hurry because of all the dangerous situations, but don't calm down when you're with the Solas. I can even calm down."

Were you happy with Mr. Gilmouth's words, Sora gets more shaky.

"You're gonna be healed."

"Yes, it is."

Mr. Gilmouth and his father squeal when they look at Smudge Sola.

I wonder if I'm getting tired like that.

…………

"Morning."

"Good Morning"

When I went directly from Mr. Gilmouth's house to the gate, Mr. Nargas and the others had already waited for me.

"Well, let's go"

Mr. Jaggi, I'm a little surprised because I'm going to walk out of here in the lead.

It was Mr. Nargas yesterday, but he's not today.

Looking for Mr. Nargas, he was behind me.

"What's going on?

Because you cared about the back, or Mr. Nargas has a strange look on his face.

"Mr. Jaggi is in the lead today, I thought."

"Oh, we're gonna have a pretty good exchange on the spot."

Yes, it is.

Rutlua and the others always felt like they were in trouble.

There's a difference between teams, isn't there?

"Listen while you walk. Because I want to share information."

Tell Mr. Nargas and the others the facts your father found out yesterday.

With that said, Mr. Nargas and the others saw Mr. Gilmouth's wife, but they didn't remember two years ago, and Mr. Marsha's grandson didn't remember, did they?

How can you remember your wife and not your grandson?

That's kind of a strange way to erase memories.

"That woman, Marsha's grandson?

When he finishes listening to the talk, Mr. Pial makes a bewildered voice.

"Pial, didn't you notice?

"What did it have to do with anything?

To Mr. Early's question, your father sees Mr. Pial.

"Um, for a little while, I've been seeing you. But Mr. Gilmouth's wife... she reminds me of her face, but I don't think it's Matori... Are you sure Matori was Gilmouth's wife?

Matori?

With that said, you said Mr. Marsha's grandson and you didn't hear his name.

... Why not?

Normally, he asks for his name right away.

"Matori?"

Speaking of my grandson's name, Mr. Nargas stops.

As it was for a while, he gave a hazy look when he was thinking of something.

"Ahhh! That's right, it's Matori! Pial, no doubt! Why 'd you forget? It was Matori who was introduced."

Suddenly you remembered?

Is that what happened?

I seem to recall not only Mr Nargas, but also Mr Jaggi and Mr Early.

"Is your name hanging up?

Mr. Nargas and the others say "probably" to your father's words.

"What about me? I still can't connect Matori to his wife."

Mr. Pial looks at everyone with a bewildered look.

Yeah, why can't he just remember?

"Isn't it because you were deeply involved? If Pial says his name with some clap, Nargas' memories will return. So I guess we're only doing different things on the Pial."

I see.

My stopping leg slowly heads to the shami cave.

Mr. Pial seemed shocked and his gaze was dropping slightly

That's right.

"Um, it was a year and a half ago, and you said Gilmouth felt crazy, right?

"Oh, you said it. I talked to the captain, and the captain was poisoned. We should have moved more carefully."

Mr Early says remorsefully.

Mr. Jaggi is also nodding.

"How did you realize that? Was it also some kind of hang-up?

"I mean, it was crazy when I got back from Wang Du's job and went to report it. With that said, there was Matori, next to Gilmouth."

Oh, you weren't in the village?

That's why I wasn't hanging on to it.

I see.

There you are.

When Mr. Early gave a slightly unpleasant look, Mr. Jacgi smiled bitterly.

"How was that weird?