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

When I went to a field that stretched out onto the high ground of the village, a lot of crops lined up in the field to see if it was harvest time. There were several houses against vast plots of land, which accounted for the majority of small villages, with less than ten people farming. The vegetables in Hashi village are almost covered by crops made here. It was very gratifying to say that it was a small village far from the Wang capital, but that there was a wide variety of food.

"The fields don't change whenever they come."

"What were the other villages and city fields like?

"It's bigger than here, for the most part. About half of the mountains are in the western city."

"- What? You guys, in here."

"Ah, Fritz."

Looking at the other side of Alec, Fritz was just noticing this one with the farm tools.

He doesn't know who he is at first glance because he looks easy to farm and wears a bigger hat, not combat clothes like he did yesterday, but he never thought thanks to his glasses either.

"Speaking of which, did you remember Alec's one about you?

"Yeah. I haven't... I seem to have forgotten that there are so many things going on..."

"Well, then, what can a brave man who lost that memory do for our little field? There's nothing to see, such a small field."

"Fritz......"

Apparently Fritz was listening to the conversation earlier, which makes him disgusted by the appearance. It was only recently that Fritz didn't say that much about Ruth, but it was like this that he was chewing on Alec. Nevertheless, since Alec doesn't deal with them at all, it can only be one-sided. Alec's reaction to Fritz's same attitude is still appropriate.

"Now I walk through the village to remember a lot. He said that the field was part of it."

"Hmm."

Fritz, who replied with no interest at all, looked a little like he had thought about it, then turned his gaze again with a nibble and a grin.

"So you guys are free."

"No, it's not like I'm free. Remember Alec."

"Alec, I used to ask you to help me harvest, too, remember?

"... No, I remember making tools to make the harvest easier, but have you ever helped?

"Oh, I forgot that, too."

Apparently Alec doesn't remember helping him harvest with Ruth at a young age. Greetings Alec. It seems that none of this depends on Ruth's degree of involvement, so I thought it must be because the two of us worked so hard to help with farming.

That was before Alec developed convenient farming tools and provided them to Fritz's parents and Omer's house. By the way, Ruth is hardly involved in the development of farm tools.

"Look, you're just fine to remember. You and I can help each other in the cabin, and we really need to harvest it by hand."

"... uh, okay, Alec?

"If I should do it, I don't mind helping. It's not like I have errands, and I have a lot of strength."

"Then it's settled. There you go."

I kind of think Fritz tricked me well, but if Alec doesn't remember helping me farm with Ruth, it's not necessarily a loss to try, so I figured it would be worth a shot.

(Maybe he'll remind me of it from there)

Being taken to Fritz was a place called the 'Hut' like a translucent vinyl house. Of course, there is no such thing as vinyl in this world, so the silkworm-like worms process the mucus and make it look like a cloth.

This was a shed for crops conceived by Alec, which had become indispensable for the stable creation of delicate crops for temperatures. Similar things may be found in other lands, but it would be about this hut in Hashi village that even has the ability to regulate the temperature with life magic. It is no exaggeration to say that thanks to this cabin, less damage has been done to crops with difficult temperature control and the village's self-sufficiency has been considerably higher. By the way, this cloth, it seems to take a lot of work to make, and it is not popular with residential areas due to the difficulty of mass production. Alec didn't seem to want to make much either, as he could also spend the winter in the firewood and fireplace.

Fritz instructs us to harvest a crop as colored in orange as our fists.

Orange fruits that increase in flavour when dissolved in the soup have a high sugar content, even if they are still rounded, and are a good vegetable on the table. However, it seems that harvesting was difficult in villages with strong differences in warmth and cold, and that they used to rely mostly on purchasing from the Wang capital. However, due to the passage of days until the price came to the village, most of them were on the verge of rotting, so no one had much in hand, he said. But now, thanks to Alec and the Omer family, it is one of the indispensable ingredients in the village.

And I even did the work of harvesting it from the tree, and the place I was instructed was finally over as the sun became a little red.

(Uh, you just finished working on it)

Since we were entrusted with a pretty big place, we both worked silently, so working the same way back in the day didn't seem to bring Alec to remember Ruth. I still think it was a failure.

"Are you tired? You can have one."

"Really? Well, I'll take this. I'll have it."

Fritz gave me permission, so Ruth grabbed one of the orange crops he had just harvested and washed it safely with the water of life magic and then wore it luxuriously. The body, moderately tense and yet soft, was flooded with luminous fruit juice from the inside as Ruth's teeth tore through the thin skin on the outside, moisturizing his dry throat. After sucking chew as it is and preventing the juice from becoming zero, I eat pulp with a good mixture of acidity and sweetness.

"It's delicious when picked..."

"Ruth, you eat some more beautifully. There's juice all over your face."

"Huh? Oh, really."

When I touched my face when Fritz told me to bite beautifully, I could see the fruit juice flying up to my forehead. I got a little embarrassed and rushed to drop fruit juice over my life magic water on my face, I wiped the remaining water with the hand wipe I had.

When I finally got myself together and opened my mouth to eat the rest of the pulp, I noticed Alec standing in the front looking at Ruth with incredible eyes.

"Mm, Alec, what's wrong?

"No... I don't know, you look extravagant,"

"Ha, what kind of image do I have of Alec now? Eat faster than that. It's delicious because it's been picked."

"Right...... ugh"

Alec bit me just like Ruth, but the fruit juice is stunning on my face. It was so bad that I thought it might be worse than Ruth.

"Alec, you're dirtier."

"Haha. Speaking of which, Alec, you used to eat worse than me."

Ruth pressed the cloth she had onto Alec's face, which was naturally accompanied by fruit juice. And trying to wipe his face as it was, he looked at Alec with a surprised look, and rushed to pull the cloth in.

"Uh, yeah. Yes, you can wipe it with this."

"....................................... Oh"

When Alec similarly watered out by magic, he plucked his face with a hand wipe handed to Ruth after dropping the fruit juice. She told me to wash it and give it back, so I could pull in the hand wipe. Ruth replied normally on the surface, but the inside was buggy.

(... You used to wipe him normally before. It's weird if you think about it. I don't even have frizz)

It was a fritz with a frightened face until earlier, but at some point it was gone from the side. He must have left without being able to watch over the actions that Ruth had naturally done. Ruth thought it would be nice if she didn't tell me later that she didn't feel well.

Later, Ruth and the others followed the fields on the high ground after receiving many crops from Fritz's maiden mother as a thank you for her help. Take a well-maintained path that there will be few more people.

"My mistress also put fruit in me. When I get home, I'll have my mother make me some pies, and if you make a lot of pies, I can split them into orphanages."

"In an orphanage, too? Why you?

"Oh, why... I'm being entrusted by you with an orphanage while I'm away"

"I...? To you?"

Moya Moya spreads again to Alec, who doesn't seem to remember. So frustrated with the discomfort. But I didn't think I had a choice but to be angry, and Ruth looked up at the sky in an attempt to distract herself with only a bitter smile on her face.

It's evening if you're careful. There was a lonely red in the sky.