The Traveling Hero Won’t Let the Innkeeper’s Son Escape

The three went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and Julia and Nicola temporarily returned to their room. Ruth slips out of there and hurries to the warehouse room. Of course I can't stay long because Celine called me 'come back to help you soon'.

I left the living room door and proceeded through the hallway, going straight through the curved hallway to Clark's room with my parents, and when I stood in front of the warehouse room, I gently opened the door.

"I knew I was awake."

"Grrrrrrrrrr..........................................................................................."

When I dotted the lamp in the room, I saw a bright white oculus royal on Ruth's sleeping couch with four legs.

(Wow... these oculus, my eyes are purple)

The oculus eyes with open eyes are a beautiful purple color that fits the bright white look.

He seemed a little angry from the way he roared, picking up the coat he was wearing, but still thought his eyes were mysterious and still a little different from the oculus he usually sees. Of course the indoors were a bit rough, as if complaining of frustration. It would just be better if the spare bedding in the back wasn't vandalized. I felt like I was recovering quickly, but since I was standing up with four legs, my legs that I hooked up with a trap also seemed to heal a lot. If you're well, you'll have a good reason for it.

(Well, if you don't open the door in a room where you don't know where it is when you wake up, you will)

Under the door of the warehouse, a wooden plate was inserted to prevent the door from opening on its own, so it could not be opened even if it hit me. Of course, I might have been able to do it with the intention of breaking it, but based on the fact that it sounded like a punch on the wall once, I'm still frustrated to know the fact that I was' trapped 'before I gave it all away, I guess.

"Oh, I'm not going to do something to you, and of course I'm not willing to eat..."

"Wong wong!

"Don't bark! Please, don't bark! Because I'll find out!"

Ruth rushed up his hands to make an appeal that he had no will to attack. Of course, I don't think the animal opponent knows the language and this appeal, but I'll have to let him settle down anyway. In order for them to calm down, this one needs to calm down. If you speak calmly, it should convey that there is no hostility, even if the meaning does not make sense.

"You were injured in my trap, so I brought you here for treatment. Because I thought the blizzard would kill me if I stayed that way."

"Grrrrrrrr......"

"You're some kind of slave, aren't you?

"Wow, wow, wow!

"Uh, sorry! Sorry! Slaves weren't a good way to put it. So don't bark!

Apparently, the word slave is very unintentional. I get barked at making it a fang bump. But when Ruth desperately apologized, he stopped barking while staring at me. Ruth relieved himself of his chest, but realizes that there is.

(Is that it?...... maybe the words make sense?

I've encountered the oculus many times in the mountains before, but never have I been able to communicate with the will. Because they are wordless animals and they don't have ears to hear Ruth's voice. But now the attitude of the oculus appears to have reacted to Ruth's words.

"Maybe you, the human, the human language makes sense?

The language of the human race is common, both human and subhuman. Clark said there are rare species who have a unique language, but no one comes to the King's Capital without words. Ruth remembers thinking when she heard about growing up in each region and the variety of races, but that those aspects were terrible. If you think about it, maybe even animals can talk about it. There is also a second possibility that cannot be denied.

But when Ruth considered that, less than happy, second possibility, the oculus began to wiggle when he could title his coat again.

"Hey, hey, calm down! What!?"

"Woo, woo, woo!

The oculus wields his coat so much that he shakes his body, ignoring Ruth's confusion as well. I don't know how much I didn't like that coat, or if there was any cause for frustration, but it looked like a waste of time.

And when I glanced at Ruth, who was confused, I kicked up what was on the floor.

"Wow!

What jumped into Ruth's hand was a plate of soup he had placed for the oculus. There was no soup in that plate, and it didn't spill when I looked around.

"You mean you ate?

"Wu ~"

As usual, the oculus is roaring, but if you look closely, the hair around his mouth was dirty because of the rest of the soup. Probably means this oculus mouthed Ruth's soup.

(Maybe I'm a little happy about something)

I've admired the likes of pets in my previous life when I was little, and I've imitated catching and making them nostalgic, but feeding the oculus I caught never made me eat it, and whatever I did, while I was conscious, didn't let me touch it. Ruth wept at the way he was supposed to be hungry in the end but didn't eat, and eventually the oculus was disposed of by Rossa. Animals are not like subhumans, even subhumans have difficulty communicating their intentions, so they scolded me for not risking my life for a groan. Perhaps it was the moment when Arre remembered his previous life and then he was clearly aware of his father.

When O'Cal confirmed Ruth had a plate in his hand, he left his coat on the spot before stopping by.

When he gave himself up in anticipation that he might let him stroke him - he suddenly gave me a headache for some reason.

"Hey, hey, what!?

"Uuuuu."

That oculus gets as tall as his face when Ruth crouches. It would be a little bigger than a big dog in a dog. Because of this, the head of the oculus hits Ruth's jaw just by lowering his head slightly. And it hurts pretty bad.

Ruth gets a bump after being poked in the head by his jaw many times, but the oculus doesn't stop moving without worrying. And when Ruth dropped the plate he had, he finally stopped poking me in the head - but now he picked up the fallen plate and pushed it to Ruth. Ruth finally realized there was some reason for the oculus' behavior to push him as if he were in a hurry.

"Maybe, instead?

"Wong!"

All I said was correct. The oculus barked small in good time. And I shake my tail wide with a boom. It's like what a dog does when he can't wait for dinner and his heart is bouncing.

"You... I knew you understood people's words, didn't I?

……

When the oculus ignores Ruth's question, he returns to the couch and starts swinging his coat. Apparently, that's an act of prompting.

"Okay, okay. I'll get you some rice. Wait. It's gonna take a little while, but you're gonna have to keep me company until then, okay?

"Uuuuu."

O'Cal shook his tail around, making a noise that he didn't know if it was a reply or a roar. And watching as Ruth opens the door and leaves. He just really wants a meal and doesn't want to run away.

When Ruth closed the door, she sandwiched the wooden plank in the gap and went straight to the kitchen.

(... I think I understand what people say...)

Whatever you think of that oculus behavior, it just seems like you understand Ruth's words. But it should also be possible for a sub who can change his appearance, as Clark said, to speak for himself, so it's weird not to say "I want a meal" to Ruth in words. It's a lot easier than swinging and appealing your coat like that, so normally you'd say it out loud.

(So it's just an animal after all? … is it possible to understand human language only thanks to slave prints or something?

As for the detailed action of the slave print, I don't know because Ruth also only has the information I asked Daniel. It wouldn't be strange to have another power from the story that the slave's whereabouts are rough in the first place but the owner knows.

(But either way, the prince thing disappeared. a relief)

If it were the Ziltanian prince Julia was talking about, that would be the reason she would go back to being a sub and ask Ruth to eat with her mouth. Even the room would hate that kind of warehouse, and I can't imagine swinging Ruth's coat to imitate child-stained. I guess that oculus is an animal with a slave print.

That's how Ruth grazed his chest when he put his thoughts together appropriately.