The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

, 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.