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

Ruth, who was alert and finished serving food to the innkeeper, received the rest of the borough stew made for Wonock, and returned there to the warehouse.

"I brought it."

"Woo!"

Ruth placed the borough stew still plenty left in front of her as she nearly laughed at the wolf tail spinning like a windmill. Ruth's coat was being picked up by an oculus, and as he jumped off the couch, he ran into a stew that was also hot. I wondered how hungry he was to swing his tail and sway the pan and eat it lavishly.

Ruth crouched down to the side of the disappointing oculus to see how it was.

(Don't be a little healed...)

Wonok's words bothered him, and he seemed oddly tired because he served his guests breakfast with tension, so the white okal dining landscape was kind of soothing. Besides, I usually hunt animals for a meal, but watching them eat the meal I gave them in front of me like this still creates a desire to try to keep them. Take the dog out hunting - it's a man's romance. I admire it immensely.

"If you didn't have a slave print, you could have been my child."

O'Cal's ears were moving in response to such a whine, but he didn't stop eating. Apparently not the other way around.

When Ruth laughed bitterly at such an oculus, she took some bread and dried fruit out of the pocket that had accompanied her hips and placed it on the side of the pan. Ruth turns to the couch she was sleeping on last night as she watches the oculus begin to eat as she leaps.

(Good. The book from Gio is safe)

I noticed it was on the side of the oculus, but it didn't really work out of the couch, so I delayed confirming it. I will try to turn the page, but there is nothing in particular that seems to have been damaged. I guess that means that the oculus didn't show any interest in this book.

(That's right. Maybe you should tell Gio about this one.)

Ruth looked sideways at the wolf licking the bottom of the pan, while sitting on the couch he took the pen he had left nearby and turned the page. Gio constantly asks Ruth about the village. I'll mostly end up talking about no other love, but if I tell you about this one, you might give me some advice. I had such expectations. But...

"... take this long..."

Ruth had received a reply from Geo after he sent it, where he said, "I'm interested in the village snowstorm, so I'll cage it for a while. I can't contact you for a while, but don't worry about it." Apparently, Ruth started looking into the phrase, "The village is a terrible snowstorm". I haven't heard back from Geo for a week when this happens. Since there have been many times so far, it will be the same this time.

(Bad timing............ but should I write it down from here?)

There is only a limited amount of Ruth who has less magic to write in a day. Write it down a little bit and you'll have more information that you can give to Geo.

"... 'There's been an incident in a closed inn' all along... uhh... he's got magic"

The magic is drawn out, and fatigue strikes. He pulled his strength out of his body and deposited it on the couch, closing his eyes loosely on his head where he even felt a mild dizziness.

"If I had a little more magic, I could have written a lot in this book..."

But since I was born, I would have no choice.

Ruth felt his gaze from nowhere as he tried to get the paper he had been wearing to his nostalgia to remind him of his blurry head.

(Hmm…………?

But if you look around, there's nobody in the room but Ruth and O'Cal, and the door doesn't look like it's open. But once there was the herald, I lifted my heavy hips and peered out the door, but there was no one in the hallway.

"Do you feel up to it…………………"

He may be nervous because he is alert or something that he doesn't normally do. If I noticed that, the oculus would have raised his face from the pan, so I thought maybe he was looking at this one and felt that gaze and made a mistake. I thought it wouldn't be mentally good to suspect too much and went back to the couch again.

(…… ha…… more than that, what shall I say to Alec……)

That was the landscape letter Alec gave me. I've just decorated the walls in a beautiful city landscape, and this is something that I've fallen prey to. Unbroken letters are not enough, no matter what you think. I looked in the room but couldn't find it, and apparently the rest went out because of the wind that rolled up.

"... because of you..."

Ruth has taken care of what he received from Alec and others. The silver bracelet I keep is worn properly and I don't want to lose it, and I have a special crate for the letters and I take them all. I took care of what I had just received. Even though that's an accident, I lose it in this way, and I feel like I'm going to perish.

Then there was an object popping up in front of my gaze looking at the torn paper in my hand.

"... hey, what?

"Gef......"

"…… no, even if they reply with a gep"

Ruth tilts his neck in front of him - looking down at the oculus that has put his head on Ruth's lap. Apparently, he finished his meal, but for some reason, he suddenly got his head up on Ruth's lap and lay down on the couch. The white oculus has a large body, but since this couch is the size of a large Rossa, there should be plenty of room even with Ruth.

(Ah... Could this be... it's getting sweet!?

As soon as Ruth realized the possibility and tried to reach for the soft white furrows, the oculus shook his head to rub against his knees. And that made me understand his purpose.

"You... no, you're wiping your face with my clothes, right?

"……… gef"

The oculus replied with a gep, still sliding around his dirty mouth with a borough stew into a blue jacket that runs to Ruth's knee length. Because of that, Ruth's jacket became all brown stew.

"Here!"

"Wong!"

"Oh, hey, don't bark!... That's how you're going to threaten me."

When the oculus turns to Ruth's voice like that with a twoon, he just says that the errand is over, faces up from his knees, turns the other way and lays down on the couch again. It's like I wiped my face, so I'm done with my errands and I'm going to bed.

(I'm even a little happy...)

I am vain that I thought I was nostalgic even though it was used as a good thing.

But when I saw the oculus lying in a mood as I moved my tail loose, it didn't matter how vain it was. It is rare in itself that animals are so close but adulterated in the first place, so thinking about it like that might also be evidence that they don't hate Ruth.

(But it's pretty glamorous or it's a grand oculus...)

The oculus was barking at the beginning, but he doesn't look very alert to Ruth or this place. It is likely that the words are understood, but they are nonetheless strangely straightforward without a sense of crisis. In an atmosphere that was somewhat natural to Fu, I even felt somewhere similar to Wonok.

(Well, it's better than being rampaged like a normal oculus.)

Ruth sighs, nostalgic for a landscape letter from Alec. And then I got up off the couch and put Geo's book out of the way, then I opened the button on the hem of my jacket rubbed with stew. The buttons that run from the neck muscle to the top of the knee spread like a normal cloth with a little extra space when the lower one is opened. Removing his belt, he pressed the spread hem against his mouth as he knelt on the side of the oculus with his eyes closed with an unfamiliar look on his hand, still moving freely.

"Uuuuu!"

"There you go, Jizz! There's no way I can get all the borough stews out of here like I rubbed them, is there?

"Wu?"

"I'll clean your mouth, so calm down."

The way it looks with the brown stew on the white fur is certainly pretty uncool, so once it got dirty, I thought I'd clean it up properly. As for Ruth, she washes her clothes later, and I don't care if her clothes get dirty now.

As he wiped around the grown up oculus mouth and removed the hardened part by hand, his mouth approached and licked Ruth's hand. When Ruth looked at her face in surprise, the oculus also seemed surprised by her actions, and she gave an awkward look and distracted herself. He was acting unexpectedly himself.

"... you look noble, but you're really hungry."

"Uuuuu."

"Yes, yes, don't be angry. Now I'll bring you more rice."

"……………………………… One"

As Ruth stroked her white hair, her oculus twitched visibly. My tail is shaking happily. Apparently, Ruth doesn't hate being stroked. Maybe he succeeded in feeding me and just a little nostalgic.

(This kind of thing looks a little like Alec...... hey, cute)

Alec is basically honest with his emotions in front of Ruth. You calm down in front of others wearing thick masks, but I'm honest in front of Ruth, so I'm happy to stick with you, and I'll probably forgive you for saying "fine, fine" what you said. Basic Ruth likes to be relied upon, so I'm glad Alec has a straightforward fondness for relying on the habit of being able to do anything. I have a sense that I'm shaking a lot off against Alec because of it, but I can't change much because it's been in that relationship for more than a decade now. So akin to Alec like that, the oculus, whose emotions were easy to get on the table, looked cute.