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

The golden eyes stared into the void, the hair that was brilliant in silver stained with blood, the neat white face stained red, and the black clothes looked very heavy sucking the liquid.

I don't feel angry about Wonok's body being lit by small lights. Until a few hours ago, I should have moved and been in conversation with Ruth, but now I had lost my aura as a creature to the point where I thought even that was a lie.

"No... Mr. Wonok... you're kidding, right? Mr. Wonok!"

Ruth hurried over to Wonock, and he didn't hesitate to get blood on his knees and rubbed Wonock's body. But his body doesn't react back to Ruth just because he's cranky and shaky. Normally, I tried to look down and laugh at my face, and nothing made a difference.

Ruth finally stopped shaking when she noticed that Wonok's body, which she was touching, was rapidly lowering her temperature. I knew it was too late to do anything.

(This is a lie. I'm sure Mr. Wonock is determined to live just like the Heralds... yes, I'm sure)

But there is no way for Ruth to judge it now. Always judging life and death with sharp insight was Wonok himself, who now seemed to have died in front of him.

"... Mr. Wonok, please tell me. You're not dead, are you?

But Wonok, who usually tips me like a teacher, doesn't answer such queries. It looked like I was telling Ruth to think alone.

"Coon......"

"Oh, yeah..."

Kia, who was on my side, pulled my clothes and finally realized it wasn't if I was stunned. I can't leave Wonok like this, so I need to tell my family about this.

Ruth set up a heavy body and headed to the motherhouse where the family sleeps.

After a while, all of the family and guests gathered in Wonok's room. Ruth only called her family, but Julia and Seju got together when she noticed the noise. Since Wonok's room was the biggest of the inns and there was no problem for everyone to come in, I couldn't even kick him out. In the first place, it's hard to hide it when this is already happening.

Turning on the room lamp, I could see Wonok falling in front of the desk at the center of the room. Although the paper Ruth was writing when he visited last night was gone, there was no sign of any anomaly or contention indoors. It seemed to highlight how different Wonok was falling in the center.

"... it is in the middle of the belly that the knife is stabbed. And if there was so much blood, you wouldn't be able to bleed to death..."

".................. no, not even Mr. Wonok"

Celine kneels on the floor to Rossa's words. All the air got heavier. There will be as many dead people among them as three to keep standing, and it will be in a desperate mood.

"But what is this situation? Why would Mr. Wonock have a knife in his own hands? It's like this."

Staring at the knife stung in Wonok's belly as Rossa tilts her neck. Ruth was concerned, too. Wonok's falling position is like...

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is some paper here."

To Seju's voice, everyone's gaze gathered to the bed at the edge of the room. There was white paper there and it seemed like something was written inside. When Seju, the first to find it, opens the paper, he moves his gaze and then flashes his face.

"You know what... that was a farce."

"What is it?

"He killed himself. I can't stand the guilt."

"Eh!? What do you mean?

To Rossa's question, Seju turns her hand toward the paper. Ruth peered into the paper with Rossa.

There was a nerve-wrapped upper-right corner written like this.

[To the innkeepers

Mr. Herald, it was I, Wonok, who killed both of Mr. Nicolas' names.

I developed into a dispute with them out of triviality, and Mr Herald impulsively, Mr Nicolas, killed them with the poison he had. I was relieved by the good deception, but I couldn't help but feel the anxiety that everyone suspected me over time. I wondered if they poisoned me about dinner, and I turned it upside down. But there was no one I could talk to, and I finally couldn't stand it. I think I'm going to die to make amends to escape this fear. The innkeepers. Sorry. Wonok]

As soon as Ruth read this sentence, she quickly realized that something like this suicide note was fake.

(Wonok doesn't write this…)

Wonock himself told me to take them to church because they weren't dead, suggesting the possibility of a killer that everyone hadn't thought of. If you were near Wonok in the first place, you'd know you didn't care much for those two. It is unlikely that he had the kind of involvement to develop into a feud. Ruth has absolutely no reason to doubt Wonok.

If...

(... Mr. Wonok was used as a replacement for the killer)

Used methods that are not strange to be said to be classical in previous life - the killer himself tailors another killer to make it look like a suicide under the cover of sin. The suicide note that wrote his own sins is also, I must say, a performance.

(... I mean, the killer killed Mr. Wonock)

Normally, it's not hard to guess like Ruth. You'll soon find out the suicide note was written by the killer. This is how anyone would wonder if they were present in such a situation.

But the innkeepers around Ruth didn't seem to think so.

"No, Mr. Wonok..."

"I can't believe he was doing this behind my back..."

"... I thought you were a freak, but I can't believe you killed him... people don't look like you."

Ruth was a little surprised by the way she believed in the text.

I do have little conversation with Wonok except Ruth, and I don't even know the first two are alive. Ruth is also the only one who knows that Wonock told me about it. But it would be strange to leave such a suspicious letter and commit suicide the day after we made a scene on purpose.

(Oh...... but that's right. This is normal in this world......)

In this world, where police organizations, science and technology and information transmission technologies are inferior to those of previous life, it was only natural that this matter could not be considered a typical method.

In the first place, there is no police organization or anything else in the village, there is just a militia around the village chief, and if there is any incident, it ends by turning over the village chief to discuss it and transporting the person to the king's capital even if there was a culprit. Ruth has also only seen militias move a few times since birth. Besides, that's just the theft of the adventurers and a little contention. The villages are always peaceful, so the inhabitants are relaxing somewhere. That's why it doesn't come to that idea.

(If I don't tell you, it's weird that Mr. Wonock can't be the killer!

That's why Ruth thought his statement was important. I have to question this suicide note and teach them that Wonok is not the killer. And I have to tell him there's another killer who matches Wonok's eyes like this.

But the moment Ruth tried to utter her words, she felt a burning pain in her chest.

(Huh………! Hey, what?

The pain felt like a flame on my skin and I swallowed the words I tried to pronounce. I looked at the chest that I felt hot, but I didn't see any particular change from the top of the clothes, but I glanced inside the clothes - the wind talisman I was borrowing from Wonok was glowing red.

(What's the meaning of this?

The fact that the talisman that is supposed to protect Ruth is glowing must mean something. I haven't asked Wonok about the performance of this talisman or anything, but it's not surprising to think that if the green gems are glowing red, they are indicative of warnings and dangers to Ruth right now.

As Ruth tried to reflect on her current behavior, she suddenly heard something kicking on.

"Let it be, Mr. Seju! What are you doing!

"What a thank you. Thank you for scaring me!

When I gave him my face, Seju, who was moving at some point, was kicking down Wonok's head. White cheeks get dirty with Seju's toes and blood sticks. A literal corpse kick - to that unusual sight, Ruth's stomach cooled to freeze and blood went up on his head.

But Rosa moves faster than Ruth tries to fly.

"- Stop it!"

"Oops."

Rossa's arm cuts empty as she flies to stop Seju. Seju, who made a quicker move than he thought, escaped from his arm and took a few steps back, but he had a look on his face that he didn't know why Rossa had tried to stop him.

"Why are you stopping? Isn't that nice, this guy's a murderer? You killed both of them, didn't you? It's natural to get kicked, isn't it?

"Surely killing two people is not acceptable. But that and kicking the dead is another matter. Stop blaspheming the dead."

"Isn't that nice, the killer's dead? Besides, nobody hurts, and my mood clears up..."

"Stop it because I'm watching you and you have bad chest shit"

"Why should I consider your mood?

Seju had a face like Rossa had no idea what to say. Tilt one's head that way, he approaches Julia, who was silent next door.

"Don't you want to clear up your worries? 'Cause he killed my fiancée, and this guy killed me."

That's how Seju approached Julia staring at Wonok. Apparently you want company.

But Julia glanced at Seju.

"I'm certainly in debt and not in a proud capacity... but I haven't fallen far enough to kick a corpse in my own worries"

"……… Is that so?"

Seju shrugs his shoulders deliberately.

"But you're relieved that the killer who killed those two is gone. Thanks to you, I'm going to get some sleep today."

Saying so, Seju chuckled.

Ruth feels uncomfortable in that face.

Sure, I'd be relieved to see the killer gone, but I feel a little distorted in the grin to do so. Everyone but Seju was supposed to be in the slightest disgust that Wonok had lost his life, even though he was a murderer, but he was the only one who seemed very happy.

- It's like I'm finally relieved to be able to bury the seeds of my troubles.

(... Oh, you mean that)

A slight distortion floating at the mouth end of Seju delighted with Wonok's death gave Ruth certainty.