Chapter 1: Divine Judgement Ceremony

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“—- Then, those who receive the ‘Rite of Divine Granting, come before me”

A church with a solemn, quiet, and dignified atmosphere, The voice of an elderly aged priest echoed quietly.

Those words were directed at me, which meant that at long last, the moment of my destiny had arrived.

Now go, my son Lambda. Do not fear, as we the Ancients have been knights for generations… and with your blood in your veins, you will surely be gifted with the skills of swordsmanship and the knight occupational class.”

Worried that I might be nervous at that fateful moment, my father gently put his hand on my shoulder and gently called out to me.

“Divine Gift” – a sacred ceremony performed by a heavenly goddess for those who reached the age of 15, The ritual is a sacred ceremony that bestows the most suitable occupational class and unique skills that embodies the spirituality of the individual.

The “Occupational classes” given include farmer, merchant, warrior, fighter, blacksmith, white mage, black mage, healer, demon tamer, monk, and many more.

Then, a special ability that embodies the spirit of the person who received the ritual as a unique ability is bestowed as a “Unique Skill”.

This “Divine Gift Ritual” promises a future for all people, a truly fateful time for life. Some of them have powerful occupational classes and skills. It is said that there are people who have been given their skills have spread their wings to the world. The opposite is also true.

In such a once-in-a-lifetime moment, I, Lambda Ancient, was about to face it.

A prestigious family of knights that has been around for generations – the Ancient family.

Of course, I, who draws that blood, hopes for a [Knight] occupational class and sword-related skills.

I was given the professional class of knight by the goddess, and eventually became famous as a member of the Royal Knights. That is why the Ancient Family is a prestigious family of knights,・that・is・the・way・it・went・It was what my father wanted from me.

　

With my own dream and my father’s hope in my heart, I slowly started to walk over to the priest who was standing in front of the altar.

“He who receives the divine gift – name”

“… Lambda-Ancient.”

“Ancient……! Were you the son of Count Ancient Frontier…”

When I strongly replied my name to the priest who asked my name in a solemn atmosphere, the priest’s expression softened and suddenly became a gentle old man in the neighborhood.

“Oh, no… if you are the son of the Ancient family, then this is certainly a knight’s occupational class now. Perhaps – the highest ranking knight – a ‘Holy Knight Paladin’ may be born today …! ”

The priest’s voice and expression towards me are all full of expectations. To that extent, the Ancient family was an excellent knight, and everyone who was in the church who received the ceremony, their relatives and so on, thought that I was a knight Occupational class as if it was obvious.

That’s why – what awaited us in the end was the・most・despairing・thing・I’ve・ever・seen・in・my・life・.

“Our great goddess Akasha—bless this one your  great blessings…!”

The priest raises his hands to the sky and offers a prayer to the goddess. Only a few seconds later — the goddess that was built behind the priest, A light appeared in front of the stone statue, slowly approached me, then my body absorbed the light.

Then, the priest, who was watching the spectacle, quietly lowers his hands and looks at me. The ritual was completed without a hitch, and the moment came for the priest to tell me the vocational class and skills given to me by the goddess.

“… Uh, umm…”

However, the priest’s face, which had a gentle expression a few minutes ago, suddenly changed to the point where his eyebrows almost touched each other.

“… Father? Um, what the hell is my occupational class—”

“Father, what is the result!? My son was given the knight occupational class, wasn’t he!”

Father, who was supposed to be watching behind me, interrupted my words and questioned the priest in a voice so loud that I could not hear him.

“… Uh, his… given to Lambda Ancient… Occupational class is……”

The priest, who was dripping cold sweat all over his body and was at a loss for words over and over again.

But then, as if in a fit of anger, he closed his eyes for a moment and looked at me as if he had made up his mind――he quietly announced my fate.

“Lambda-Ancient――Professionclass……[garbage Scavenger], granted unique skill….

【Garbage Scavenger】”

When I heard the priest’s sentence, the expressions on everyone’s faces froze.

“S……garbage Scavenger……? Garbage pickup…? ? ”

I couldn’t keep up with the priest’s description of the job classes and skills that I had never heard of.

Garbage Scavenger? What is it…is it your job to pick up trash?

What is Garbage pickup… it doesn’t have to be a skill!

For me, who had thought that I would be given the knight’s occupational class, the priest’s sentence was nothing but a sentence of death.

“Jeez, Are you kidding me…? Me, who inherited the glorious ancient blood… a Garbage Scavenger? ”

Behind me, my father, who was bewildered and stunned by the vocational class he was given, collapsed on his knees in shock.

“–Did you hear that? They say he’s a Garbage Scavenger”

“How is it that the son of the Ancient Frontier Count who rules this city of Sertus is a… Garbage Scavenger…”

“And your exclusive skill is ‘Garbage picking’… you’re like a vagrant, aren’t you?”

　I don’t know if it was so shocking to see how upset my father was. the people in the church who began to talk about their feelings toward me, and the church, which had been quiet just a short time before, quickly became noisy.

“To all, be still and quiet.”

The priest calmed the people in the church and turned to me, who was standing cowering in front of the altar. His expression was full of pity and contempt- I can clearly feel it.

“Lambda Ancient, this is also the thought of the Goddess Akasha…….  be grateful for your skills, and live modestly.”

　

Be grateful to the goddess and live modestly — Those were the words given to me by the priest.

Congratulations, but don’t get your hopes up. —- give up on your bright future and live your life in small ways.

“Now, Lambda-kun… make way for the next person.”

“…………Yes, I understand”

The priest admonished me so, and I had no choice but to step aside from the altar without effort.

Occupational class【Garbage Scavenger】――――Is it no longer possible to become a 【Knight】?

My skill is [Garbage Picking]–How should I live with that?

Anxiety, despair――――Those emotions swirled inside me.

“The Ancients, a famous family of knights, have fallen from grace.”

“I never thought I’d have a dropout in my family who could do nothing but pick up trash.”

“Look at that Lambda face. That’s not the face of a guy who was all, ‘I’m going to be a great 

knight like my father!”

The contemptuous glances and mocking insults that were directed at me from those around me pierces my heart deeply.

I don’t feel alive — I wanted to run away from this place as soon as possible.

“………… father, I apologize ………… for not living up to your expectations.”

While desperately suppressing those feelings, I fell to my knees and bowed my head beside my absent-minded father.

My father, who expected me to become a knight more than anyone else――――I’m sure he will help me.

—-Yes, I thought so.

“…………Really, Garbage Scavenger……. That’s not exactly… an Ancient bloodline.”

My father slowly stands up and leaves the church without making eye contact with me.

“…………Father? Father, I am sorry! Please forgive me!

I desperately call my dad with such feelings of forgiveness, comfort, and help —-.

Father stopped and turned his gaze towards me, perhaps responding to my shout.

However, they do not turn their body towards you, only their heads just to catch a glimpse of me.

There is no feeling of affection in his eyes for me at all――

“You are not my son or anything. Let me go — you “garbage”! ”

――He coldly spits out those words with his eyes looking at me as if he was looking at dirty “garbage”.

At that moment, Lambda-Ancient―――― became a worthless “garbage” to my father.