The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins - Chapter 121

I’ve heard that eating fast is bad for you…but it doesn’t seem to matter to Cival-san.

“Have you heard about tomorrow?”

By tomorrow, they mean Count Faltoria, right?

“Yes.”

“Well. I haven’t had lunch today because we’ve been busy all day checking the evidence we’ve gathered and confirming tomorrow’s move. That’s why we were so hungry.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that.”

“Hey, don’t talk like we all didn’t have lunch. You and Nouga ate well.”

Borolda-san’s words somehow made sense to me.

Cival-san and Nouga-san are both very shrewd.

“Eh~, we didn’t eat well because we didn’t have as much time as usual.”

Borolda-san’s expression was puzzled by Cival-san’s words.

Perhaps he ate less than usual, at least, but he did eat as usual.

Cival-san is a big eater, just like Nouga-san.

Borolda-san sighed heavily and gave up.

It certainly takes a lot of courage to beat Cival-san with a mouthful of food.

Or maybe it’s just determination.

Either way, it would be better not to do it in a tired state.

“Thanks for the food, Ivy, it was delicious.”

“N~ I have eaten well, thank you, Ivy.”

Words of thanks fly from those who have finished eating.

All of them looked tired but satisfied.

I’m glad.

As I prepare the tea, Marleek-san and Rickbert-san help me clean up.

“Thank you.”

I thanked them and they both looked surprised.

Did I say something funny? 

“Ivy is a really nice girl. I’m surprised at how much Ivy is doing for us.”

“Yeah, it’s a lot of work, isn’t it? It’s hard to make enough for all of us, right?”

It’s true that it’s a lot of work when there’s so much food, but I’m glad that he eats it all up.

It’s a little disappointing that I don’t have enough for tomorrow’s breakfast, though.

Well, I still have many ingredients, so it should be fine.

I think I’ll just prepare soup for the morning.

“It’s all right, it’s fun.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Borolda-san brings me some dirty plates.

I thanked him for it and received it.

“It’s an unusual dish, but are you going to open a restaurant one day?”

“… Eh?”

I heard Borolda-san say something very unlikely.

A restaurant? 

Whose? 

Why? 

“What? You won’t? Because you seemed to like cooking and experimenting with different ways of cooking. I thought your goal was a restaurant.”

“Oh, no. I just like cooking.”

“I see. What a waste.”

I’m glad to hear you say that.

But you know, I’m the one who has been learning how to make this stuff from my previous life.

If I open a store with this, I’ll feel like I’m cheating.

I’d rather not do that.

“Oh, Ivy, I’m sorry.”

For some reason, Rattler-san suddenly apologizes to me.

My hand stops while I’m preparing breakfast soup.

I tilted my head, puzzled, but I was sure there was nothing for him to apologize for.

I try to think about it, but I still can’t figure it out.

“Um, may I ask why?”

I couldn’t think of anything, so I asked.

“I talked to a Slave Trader…”

…Eh! 

How far is this going in Rattler-san’s mind? 

I have to stop him.

“Well… all the slavers in this town were rejected because they were involved with the organization!”

Oooooh.

I’m uncertain if that is a good thing either, but at any rate, I’m glad the slaves weren’t prepared without my knowledge.

…I should be glad, right?

I mean, all the slavers were no good?

That’s impressive, in a way as well.