The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick up Trash - Volume 6 - Chapter 301

Chapter 301:

My Lips Are Sealed!

GUILT WELLED UP INSIDE ME when I saw the worried look on the gatekeeper’s face, but we headed out to the dump all the same, melting the snow as we went. Captain Tableau had loaned us a snow-melting magic item so we could get there faster, but it was still taking longer than usual. Sora and Ciel were happily burying themselves in the snow… No, actually, Ciel was rescuing Sora from the snow. Naturally, Flame was asleep in the bag. Since Sol weighed so little, it was tumbling along the top of the snowdrifts. It had noticed that jumping led to getting buried in the snow, so it rolled and rolled until it got dizzy instead. It had gotten dizzier than I thought, in fact, for it fell straight into one of the holes Sora had made. Then Ciel had to rescue Sol as well. In the end, Sora and Sol both decided to hang on to Ciel’s neck as it walked.

“Ciel certainly is quite the jumper,” Druid said.

The other men nodded in reply. Even though Ciel would disappear completely into the snow, it would mightily spring back out after only a few seconds. And its fur was dry, too, probably from magic. Back when I was trying to learn more about adandaras, all the books ever said was that the creatures could use magic. They never explained how or in what way.

“Mr. Druid, do you know what kind of magic adandaras can use?”

“I don’t know much about adandaras… Can either of you gentlemen tell us?”

“We only know what’s written down in the books, so we have no idea what type of magic they favor.”

Oh dear. That’s too bad. “Ciel, aren’t you cold?”

I was worried about the creature burying itself in the snow so much, but it didn’t answer me. I assumed that meant it wasn’t cold.

“Are you okay?”

Mrrrow.

Ciel’s voice was a bit muffled, being that it was under the snow and all, but it said it was all right. Even though we had a magic item to melt the snow, there sure was a lot of it, and after spending so much time outside, my body was starting to feel chilled to the bone.

“Agh! Sora?” Druid yelped.

I looked in his direction to see that Sora was dangling by its mouth from the hilt of Druid’s sword. It had separated from Ciel and Sol while we weren’t paying attention.

“Sora?”

I called out to it, but it wouldn’t open its mouth to let go of the sword hilt. What had come over it? It had never bothered us like that before.

“Sora? Hey! It’s no use, I can’t get it off.”

Vice-Captain Pith picked up the snow-melting item from Druid and took over the job. Considering everything that had happened so far, it didn’t make sense for Sora to want to stop Druid from melting the snow. Which meant it was trying to stop Druid from doing something else.

“Mr. Druid, are you feeling sick?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Then what could it be? I looked at the weapon in Sora’s mouth. “Sora, do you need that sword for something?”

Sora jumped from the sword to the top of Druid’s head and said, “Pu! Pu, puuu.”

“The sword?”

Both Tableau and Pith stopped what they were doing and looked over at us. Druid gripped the sword and lifted it to eye level.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asked.

We all looked at the sword in confusion. It was a bit different from a normal blade, but it was just a sword with a magic stone embedded in it. It didn’t seem like we needed it at the moment.

“What do you want to do with it?” I asked.

Sora bounced off Druid’s head and flew at the sword again.

“That’s dangerous, Sora,” Druid said.

Sora, showing no reaction to Druid’s warning, landed on the magic stone embedded in the sword’s hilt. Then the stone glowed red.

“What’s it doing?”

“The magic stone seems to glow like that when you use the sword to attack,” Tableau said. “I’ve never seen one shine so strongly before, though.”

“Pu! Pu, puuu,” Sora cried, bouncing on the magic stone.

“Attack? What if I attack the snow with my sword…?”

I was just as tired from the struggle of melting all this snow as he was, but that just seemed too good to be true.

“Pu! Pu, puuu,” Sora answered my skepticism.

Wait a minute…it actually is true. Then I got quite giddy, excited to see a sword used like that.

“Mr. Druid, swing your sword at the snow! Attack the snow!”

Catching the gleeful tone in my voice, Druid excitedly pulled his sword from its sheath. Sora bounced back onto the top of his head.

“Er…?! Okay…but how exactly am I supposed to do this?”

“Why don’t you try swinging it down at the snow drifts?” I asked.

That was the only thing I could think to do, anyway, especially seeing as I didn’t know the first thing about using magic attacks. But since the magic stone is glowing red, that means it’s…fire magic? So, if it makes fire magic attacks, then… Yeah, I don’t have a clue.

“Pu! Pu, puuu.”

“Sora says go ahead,” I told him.

“Yeah…” With a look of confusion on his face, Druid raised his sword high above a snowdrift. When he swung it downward, the red magic stone stopped glowing. We all stared at the snow at the tip of the sword and…nothing.

“Nothing’s happening, huh?” Captain Tableau said.

“Yeah. Wait, look! It’s started glowing red again.” Druid knitted his brows together.

“Oh, look! The snow…it’s melting!” Pith cried.

We turned our attention back to the snow…and saw that Druid’s sword was melting it at a rate many times greater than the magic item had.

“Wow, would you look at that, Mr. Druid!”

The snow at the sword’s point was melting with an incredible vigor.

“Now we can get to the dump much faster,” I said.

“Ha ha ha, we sure can,” Druid’s frown softened into laughter. 

While the scene before us was surreal, it was also terribly thrilling. I had no idea Druid’s sword with the magic stone had such an amazing power. That’s incredible. I always assumed the magic stone just made his attacks stronger. Maybe it can do all sorts of other things, too?

“Mr. Druid, could you please let me try out your sword just once?” Captain Tableau pleaded, just when we were about to set off on the freshly melted path. His eyes were glued on the blade. He reminded me of a little boy.

“I don’t mind. Are you okay with it, Ivy?”

I had no clue why he was asking my permission, but I didn’t mind, so I nodded. Captain Tableau eagerly took the sword and gave it a big swing toward a drift that hadn’t melted yet. And in mostly the same way as before, the snow melted before our very eyes. From a distance, it was an amusing sight, as it looked like it was vanishing into thin air. Next, Pith stepped up to give it a go.

“They sure are enjoying themselves,” I told Druid.

“Indeed, they are.”

After each man gave the sword a swing, they both looked a bit disappointed to give it up.

“Should we let them keep at it?” I asked Druid.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea. You two, keep using the sword all you want,” Druid told the men.

The duo beamed radiantly as they ran toward a new snowdrift. After a little while, I heard their voices.

“This would be a great way to blow off some steam from work,” one of them said.

“That’s for sure.”

Druid and I shared a chuckle over that. At first, a flurry of names bellowed angrily from the men with each swing, but after a while, they both settled on one name. It was the former merchant guild master.

“It sounds like that guild master was pretty corrupt,” Druid murmured.

“Yes, indeed.”

I hope the watchmen get out all their frustration over him.

“We’re finally here!”

We arrived at the dump well ahead of schedule. The power of magic stones was incredible.

“Thank you very much. I feel like there’s a big weight off my back now,” Captain Tableau said, handing Druid the sword. Both men looked quite happy; apparently, they had blown off quite a bit of steam. Leaders sure had to keep a lot of their troubles to themselves. Anyway, I’ll just make sure I forget all those names they were screaming earlier.

“Okay, let’s use the magic items to melt the snow off the trash.”

“Sure.”

Pith and Tableau went to different parts of the dump and set down their magic items on top of the snow. After a while, the snow slowly began to melt. When the trash beneath it started to appear, Sol happily jumped onto the pile. It was, as we had thought, quite hungry. It was definitely a good thing that we’d braved the snow to come out here.

“Whoa…” Tableau and Pith gasped in wonder as they watched the black orbs of magic energy float up from the trash. Sol ignored their voices and eagerly began to devour the magic.

“I wish we could have come here earlier,” I told Druid.

“We couldn’t help it. Let’s be more mindful from now on, okay?”

“Okay.”

We really did need to find a way to store magic energy for Sol, and the sooner the better.