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

At the end of the bathroom, which is not yet hot water strained, Ruth makes hot water in the barrel while putting it on the oculus. The bucket installed in the bath that Alec made with him is a mechanism by which water becomes hot water when the technique of creating a kind of fire, one of the magic tricks of life, is included.

"Stay calm, all right? Don't bullshit me, okay?

There are two types of human witchcraft in this world, and the mechanism itself is different from life witchcraft and attack witchcraft. Attack magic exists because it embodies the power of the spirits drifting in the atmosphere with their own magic and releases it as a technique, but life magic embodies their own magic as it is. So even Ruth, who only has the wind attribute, can make a spark.

But life magic also has its drawbacks. Fire can only be about the size of a spark and it's not very hot, it's a subtle force that water is bad and not suitable for drinking water (of course it's just bad enough to drink). There are many other life magic tricks, but the only thing Ruth can say about it is the trick of collecting moisture from the atmosphere into objects and freezing them. But there is also a bondage that this cannot be used on living objects. Because of this, not many people actively used it in their normal lives.

Alec, however, created a technique that converted such a little unusable spark technique into a technique such as "warming the water" and carved it into a bucket or bath body. Ruth thinks bath comfort is bad because of it.

"Here, don't go wild! You're gonna be beautiful, okay?

"Kuh-uh, kuh-uh"

"You can't speak like that. Here, take it easy."

O'Cal resisted with a sad voice that made him want to stop, but Ruth didn't stop washing his hair by rubbing it with both hands. The water doesn't quite get into the hair in the first place, so it's hard to just penetrate it. And the water flowing off the oculus was muddy water, unlike its beautiful furrows. I guess it's still pretty dirty.

After his conversation with Wonock, Ruth joined his family, who was surrounded by a heavy atmosphere in the living room. Apparently, in addition to explaining it, she was a lot tired of convincing Julia, who was anxious, that it was safe to tell her about the death. Even though Ruth wasn't quite home, he didn't seem to notice.

Ruth pretended to know nothing about the two colas and the inn except what he had seen with his family, and labored them like that, treating them as normal as possible. After a while they moved out as usual to see if they had regained their mood, too, and decided to have lunch, including a guest at the inn. Ruth didn't even know anything about it. He looked and served as usual. I didn't know if it was okay like this, but I just have to believe Wonok, who said he was going to put up a trap.

And then Ruth asked Clark, the bath cleaner, to take his place and wash the ostrich that was said to smell before cleaning the bath.

"Uh-oh."

"Don't make such a voice, see?"

Wash your face with your fingertips while keeping it out of your eyes, ears or nose, and scrub the hair around your arms as it is. Turning behind him, he made sure to hold the hair on his back to infiltrate the water. And instead of the soap from the previous life, wash the body of the oculus with both hands by foaming and rubbing your hands with a grass called sop. However, because the foam does not stand at all at one time and the dirt does not fall off, the sop is repeatedly foamed and washed when flushed with hot water.

The oculus always seems restless, twitching and having a hard time stopping the movement. It doesn't seem uncomfortable because it doesn't bite me, so I raised a strange voice from time to time.

"All right. Your torso is better."

Eventually, it was worth the effort and the back part of the oculus started to bubble beautifully. When I flush it with hot water, it smells good sop. There's no way you can smell this and find out. I don't know how the slave print was on my neck, but it didn't fall off when I washed it.

(Wow, my clothes are all bubbly)

She was wearing thin clothes and washing the oculus, but she didn't like it so Ruth's clothes flew and sticky. I didn't even think about spare clothes so I didn't bring them. The oculus was going to wrap it in a towel after roughly wiping it, but if Ruth kept getting wet like this, the hallway would be flooded.

(No choice, take it off)

When Ruth takes off her skin clothes, she also removes her pendant and becomes a bracelet and a piece of underwear. When I put the change of clothes in a non-wet place, I approached the back of the oculus.

(And then I have to wash the stomach)

From the belly to the buttocks, which I think would be a thin and delicate part of the hair, I hadn't washed it yet. O'Cal often lays low, so that part will surely be dirty too. It shouldn't be a good idea if you don't wash him thoroughly.

When Ruth was bubbling sop grass behind her as she thought about it, the oculus looked back to see if she felt any strange signs. Its purple eyes open quackly as soon as possible. Ruth grabbed it from behind after watching a surprising look of the oculus rush.

"Here, here, don't run away! Because we're almost done!

"Cum, cum, cum, cum!

"Hey, what the hell, all of a sudden you're rambling me. Look, calm down, 'cause if you wash the belly and buttocks, it's over."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Not to say I don't like it. I twist it from body to body, and the oculus rumbles through Ruth's arms. Resisted like never before, Ruth also gained strength and hugged that body all the time. If he escaped, he would not be able to wash it, so he took the foamed hand forward and took the belly part. Fortunately, the foam isn't as bad as the hair in the back.

"Wagg, ooh!

"Hey, what's really wrong? When I wash my stomach, it's over."

Ruth moves her hand as she manages to cry out for forgiveness for the wondrous sound of the raging oculus. The area was particularly delicate when I finished washing the area around my stomach from my chest - I reached out to wash the area around my groin.

"V, w! Ya, gua! Yaya, meh-- Yamelo, touch me. Ahhhhhhh!

The moment I think a person's voice came out of the oculus, I see a crack entering the slave print that was near Ruth's face, and the body I was catching brings a strong light.

"- Huh? Huh?

Luminous oculus bodies in Ruth's arms gradually reshaped. When you have the same head as a person, your torso shrinks and your limbs become longer, and your long body hair becomes shorter. Eventually, when Ruth felt that the area he was touching was not hairy either, but the same as a person's skin, the light calmed down and he could see himself again.

But it wasn't the bright white hairy oculus that was there.

"Ki, you're, uh..."

In front of Ruth was a boy about seventeen years old who seemed to be subhuman. Brown skin, white hair and purple eyes on the ears on top of the head. Except for the color of the skin, it was very similar to the oculus that had been washed earlier. Some neat face that looks noble, some eyes that tend to fish, may be similar when it comes to similarity.

But the boy shook his face bright red without answering Ruth's question.

"What's going on?

"... kay"

"Eh?"

"- Get your hands off me, I'm telling you! You stupid bastard!

The boy, who screamed half crying, told me and Ruth realized where his right hand was putting him.

(Ah………)

Ruth's right hand was washing the belly of the oculus, so he was grasping the boy's belly - not so close to the steeple, to be honest. Moreover, the delicate part of the boy in its vicinity is somehow pointing firmly at heaven with vigour.

"Er... the... sorry"

Ruth could only apologize for the unprecedented development of grabbing the groin of an almost first-time boy.