In the evening, just a few hours after I was given the “garbage scavenger” occupation class and the skill “garbage picker” in the “Divine Granting Ceremony”. I returned to the mansion and was told by my father in the reception room that I was cut off from the Ancient Family and banished from the city of Sertus.
“The Ancients are a family of knights – thus, if you are not a knight, you are not an Ancient. — let alone a lowly scavenger. Leave this territory immediately!, I forbid you to ever use the name ‘Ancient’ ever again — understand, Garbage .”
“………… yes, father —-“
“You are no longer an ‘Ancient’. Who do you call ‘father’ so casually”
“—- I’m sorry, ………… Lord Ancient.”
He tells me this with a nonchalant look in his eyes, as if he is literally looking at trash.
That merciless pronouncement was a reminder to me that his son in front of him is worthless to my father.
I couldn’t even argue with the sentence of banishment, and even worse, I wasn’t allowed to call my own flesh and blood “father “in front of him.
And he wasn’t the only one who despised me like a piece of filthy trash. The head of the family, my father, was sitting at a magnificent desk, the head maid was standing by the desk and even my mother, the wife of the head of the family, who was sitting on the sofa in the center of the reception room, was giving me dubious look as she stood in front of the door of the room.
“You are neither the son of an Ancient or my son. I want you out of this mansion as soon as possible!”
My mother, who loved me so much, was gone.
There she was, the wife of the Ancient Frontier Count who wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible.
“You are neither a little boy nor Master Lambda. You are a filthy piece of trash who has been deceiving the name of the Ancient Family.”
The kind head maid who had been taking care of me since I was born is gone. There he was, a servant who wanted to clean up my garbage quickly for the masters of the mansion.
“Consider yourself lucky that I didn’t kill you. Now, get out of my sight and go scavenge in the shadows for the rest of your life.”
My father, whom I adored and followed, was also gone. There he was, the Ancient Frontier Count, waiting impatiently for me to disappear.
Sorry …………! I’m really …… Sorry …………!
Stay in the shade and scavenge garbage for the rest of your life.
I felt so frustrated that I bit my lip at such humiliating words, but I still had no choice but to bow my head and continue to beg for forgiveness.
But maybe I won’t be forgiven.
My father, my mother or the head maid no longer showed any reaction to my apology, instead, they just simply waited with wrinkles between their eyebrows for me, the “trash,” to disappear from their sight at all cost.
Understanding that to the point of disgust, in my disappointment and despair, I dig my heels in and put my hand on the reception room door.
“…………Until now, you raised me despite the fact that I’m garbage…………Thank you very much…………”
Finally, even so, I believed that the time we spent together was irreplaceable, so while staring at the slowly opening door, I conveyed my gratitude and left the reception room.
“Finally he’s gone …… completely, what a disappointing piece of garbage!”
When I heard my father’s voice from the other side of the reception room door, I clenched my lips so hard that it bled.
“Oh … What am I gonna do now …?”
Locked out of my home where I lived for 15 years, I could do nothing but sigh and feel at a loss while leaning against the front door in the evening light,
“Occupational Class–[Garbage Scavenger], Skills–[Garbage Pickup] Hey ……”
I muttered to myself, hoping that today’s events were just a bad dream. I hold my right hand up to the sky and a small window like a glass plate appears.
Skill [Two-dimensional viewer open status] —- A technique common to all mankind given by the Goddess through the ‘Divine Granting Ceremony’.
Your [Personal Information], [Ability Value Status], [Occupational Class], [Skills Possessed], [Skill Level], etc. It can display any information about itself as a 3D image hologram, and can even display the [License] it has acquired. This skill is what is called an “identification card.
“Woah … I can really get it out”
Appearing in front of me in a 3D image hologram while admiring just a little bit, I fearfully open the item page of my own personal information — and browse the contents.
Name: Lambda = ■■■■■■■ 【※Family name removed due to higher authority status】
Age: 15 Overall Ability Rank: lv. 11
HP: 100/100 MP: 20/20
ATK: 90 DEF: 50
STR: 50 VIT: 30
INT: 110 DEX: 90
SPD: 60 LUCK: 20
Adventurer Rank: None Guild Affiliation: None
Occupational class: 【Garbage Scavenger: Lv.1】 (no growth bonus)
Unique skill: 【Garbage Pickup: Lv.1】
Skills possessed:【Two-dimensional viewer】
“Ha … I knew it! Garbage Scavenger, family name deleted …”
What was displayed in the window was the reality of Lambda-Ancient, far from my ideal, which I had not even imagined this morning.
I got an extra heartbreak when I saw that and I hung my head very low.
Seeing the erased name of “Ancient,” I begin wandering toward the gate of the mansion, keenly aware once again that I lost my place out of this house.
“No equipment or tools, no money to stay at an inn, let alone skills that are useful to make a living! I can’t believe it … I don’t know what’s gonna happen next”
The only personal belongings he was able to take with him were the ceremonial clothes he was currently wearing and a small amount of silver in a drawstring bag hanging from his waist.
The rest of my personal belongings and household goods were all incinerated in a corner of the garden by one of the maids —- who went to great lengths to make sure I could see them.
“………… that sword, I was supposed to get …… today. ……!”
In the midst of my luggage —-, which was piled haphazardly, melting and burning into ashes and coals, I found a neat little sword. I found one neat little sword.
It was originally — Today, it was a sword and pickaxe that my father had kajishi, the best dwarven in town, hammered as a gift to celebrate my [Knight] occupational class in the ‘Divine Granting Ceremony’.
The moment I found the sword, I was filled with frustration and sadness, sobbing and palpitations didn’t stop.
“This sword is of the highest quality, and I spent a fortune to have it made for you! I look forward to the day you wield it!”
Yesterday, just yesterday, my father’s happy words revived in my mind. The proof that I became a knight, the proof that I was recognized, the proof that was supposed to symbolize my future――――It turns into garbage in front of my eyes.
Without ever picking it up, without ever wielding it, it becomes worthless and pointless trash.
And the brand new Lambda Ancient sword could no longer withstand the blazing flames and said, “Boom!” with the sound of shattering metal, it shattered into pieces and turned into garbage.
It’s as if —- I was supposed to be the bearer of that sword… as if to hint at my “end”.