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

The warm Aristotle Theresian season has passed and the Xenovian season has come when the sun's sun is genuinely strong. The trees wear blue leaves, the crops grow enough to worry about the sun, and the animals get a little overwhelmed by the heat.

In such a season, in the village of Hashi, far from the Wang capital, preparations for the Spirit Festival begin.

A spiritual festival is a festival of thanksgiving to spirits who give grace to the earth and people. If you are on an altar where you have made offerings or handmade gifts in the square, you can set fire to them and dedicate songs and dances to them.

Once the sun has fallen, let the fire in, the spirits gathered around you are slightly light, and the way you float and dance is rolling. It must be said that the sight is beautiful even in the conscious Ruth that thanks to the previous life his eyes are fatter than those of the villagers.

Besides, the Spirit Festival was the only festival in Hashi village where alcohol could be drank publicly outside. We also host travelers from outside, so everyone floats this season, making the whole village noisy.

(Maybe this is really a festival to convey gratitude to the top spirits with village chiefs)

This year, however, more than usual, the whole village was bothered. It also seems that the superior spirits with village chiefs are given “sons”.

"Does the“ Son ”of the Spirit mean his own child?

When Ruth raised the question that way as she moved her hand, the woman who was sitting next to her, Schola, shook her head.

"Ruth, you don't know anything. The Spirit doesn't exist as a“ child "because we are different from humans in the first place…… there, we pull too far."

"Yes, yes. Maybe it's the right thing to do. From what Grandpa told me, it seems like it's a rarity once a hundred years or not...... hey, why are you sewing it up there, put it back! Damn, you're really bad."

Pariah, who was sitting next to him opposite Sura, pulls the thread Ruth had. Looking at the entire cloth Ruth was sewing again when he was stopped from his hand, there was a distorted object there, like a melted dough.

"Ruth. You're making dolls just like us, aren't you?

"That,... should..."

"I have no hands, no legs, I don't even know my head...... are you serious?

"... I'm doing it, I'm going to..."

"Yeah, lend me some more!

A white, thin, feminine hand reaches out to Ruth and takes up that white object. Lisa, the woman who was sitting on Ruth's diagonal side, took all the strings Ruth had sewn on, and put them back into a white square cloth.

"Lend it to me, I'll draw you a line."

So now Meera, who was sitting next to him, draws a line on the cloth with charcoal. The line was making the shape of a person. And I'm going to bring it back to Ruth.

"If you sew along that line, even Ruth, who sucks at sewing, wouldn't you be human?

I got a tight word from Mae Mae, but she sure didn't have to repeat the same thing.

"Thank you very much. I'll try."

Ruth looked serious again and threaded the needle and resumed the sewing.

At present, people gathered in the church as a place to make handmade gifts and white dolls to be used for the Spirit Festival.

This doll is to be placed on the altar during the festival, and each villager has decided to make one or more. However, since some old people and men do not like hand stitching, it is assumed that they can make it instead. As a result, the church has an unusually high rate of women. Ruth visited the scene to make Alec's share of the absence, but only the priest wanted to escape a little.

By the way, dolls are supposedly as good as the higher the number, so the desired travelers and others are also sewing at the back table while learning from veteran housewives. Thanks to this, flowers blossom in the women's conversation, and the usually quiet church is also surrounded by noisy atmospheres.

(That's weird, they say this is the vessel... I just think Tertel Boy has grown hands and feet though)

The doll made of a bright white cloth was very similar to what I made as a child in my previous life. But this has the role of a vessel where spirits gathered at the festival can enter to interact with humans. Ruth has never actually seen where the Spirit came in, but there is a rumor that happiness comes to the doll maker used as a vessel, and they are all ingenious about dolls that can only use white cloth and red string to get the Spirit in. There doesn't seem to be anybody on this scene who thinks' I just need to be in shape for a moment 'like Ruth.

(Still, why is this happening... I just wanted to ask the housewives for some sewing tricks)

In doing so, Ruth had put herself in a slightly strange situation. Because the young women of the village - who used to wear Ruth cold - were supposed to be in the circle.

Indeed, since Alec left the village last year, their response to Ruth had gradually become soft. But we never got to talk aggressively. Not to mention that we would never have called Ruth to our own place, who seemed to have no place for herself in a church full of women, to sit on the side.

(... after all, is it from Alec's alle?

A few months ago, Alec, who became a hero and brave man of the village, told Ruth of his relationship with Ruth in dignity before the villagers as he left the land.

It was noisy in the village shortly after thanks to the confusion and agitation, but it is now completely back to normal. And as time went by, Ruth realized that the response of the young women in the village had changed. If I greeted him, he'd normally be able to get back to me, he'd treat me without making an unpleasant face, and sometimes he'd even take care of me and burn me. I can't think of any other cause besides that of me that created this situation.

(But you're afraid at the same time)

I guess Ruth, who women basically like, would have been happy to accept this situation. But I was a little wary because things had changed with them too long ago. I even think that the moment I am relieved and relieved of my guard, I will be able to Ibi from all of them.

Because some of these members had a crush on Alec. Some were staring at Ruth, who was a disturbing bug at the time. That Alec and Ruth, who got along, are supposed to hate each other, so to speak.

(That makes me feel like Marianne would react normally……)

I want you to stop holding the knife, but I still think that Ruth has seen too many romantic dramas that took in radical fiction in his previous life that he might have reacted a little differently. I just don't have any experience, so I have a sense that my knowledge is biased.

"You don't have to be so freaked out. I won't do anything, Ruth."

As if he had seen Ruth's mood like that, he raises his voice with Sura's eyes on hand. I looked up surprised, but both the person I said and the women around me looked at the sewing I had at hand.

"That's right. I'm rather relieved."

"The two problem children in the village were cleaned up. As for this one, we can finally move on."

"You've been frustrated watching me all this time."

"Alec is only aware of you (Ruth) no matter what you think. But he didn't realize it at all."

"That's all you need. We can expect Alec to have a chance... but you'll be calling us without reading the air."

"Alec's cold, jealous eyes at that time… I even learned to kill you when you called out hella"

"Besides, if you're going to eagerly dictate one person yet, flirtatious over there, flirtatious over here... honesty has no shards..."

"Who will deal with them?"

"Hey."

The pouring rain of spears has sharpened my spirit a lot and made it smaller, but there is only one thing I really have to ask.

"............ also, possibly, you guys. Know how Alec feels, or stay?

"You know that too well."

When Ruth questioned her intentions, Rita raised her face and told her, and the women around her nodded in unison. Ruth became unconscious.

"The only thing I didn't understand was you and Marianne."

"But Marianne was angry like that, but she didn't know."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure he didn't want to admit how Alec felt, until they tried to impress him."

When Meera said to sum up, "She's a victim of both of you, reflect," they all nodded again. Apparently, they have sympathy for Marianne. Again, this was an away for Ruth.

Later, Ruth was scattered from the women about his long and lingering relationship with Alec, but he was finally able to get out on account of his job at the inn.

With two stitched dolls in his hand, he returns to the inn to escape.

(…… So that's what happened……)

The whole of the subtle air that had been in me and the young women of the village for many years was Ruth, who now finally understood.

"I'm home -... and that?

Returning to the inn, a large man in a hood was standing in the dining room and reception counter.

But there is no mother Celine who should always be in front of him. As soon as the customer arrived, he noticed in the back. Even though it was unusual to Celine, Ruth hurried around in front of the customer.

"Welcome. Are you staying?

When Ruth walked past the side with her voice on like that, the other person turned around. The hood that was worn on the clap drops.

(Wow, he's a sub...... and he looks like a lion)

There stood the first sub-man in this world with the face of an animal in his sight.

The gleaming golden hyena with the green eyes is no less pale than the lion of his previous life if he is not standing on two legs. I asked Wonok and he knew, but all the subhumans didn't look the same, because of their abilities and preferences, they had different ratios of animals to parts that are human. I guess this guy is a sub with a lot of animal parts in one way or another.

The subman, with the king's piercing locks, broke his face with great joy when he put Ruth in his eyes. The way I laughed even looked a little young. It looks scary, but seems like a pretty friendly type.

"In front of the Spirit Festival, our Inn is full of reservations, are you booked?

When the Spirit Festival approaches, the Blau family is filled with bookings and guests. Because there are a lot of people coming to Hashi village from Wang Du and other villages who have heard that the dolls they make are good luck.

But it was also the Blau family's job to introduce people who came to the village without knowing it and dropped their shoulders on the fact that they could not stay, to other houses that seemed to accommodate them, and to rent sleeping bags and tents for less.

But the subman nodded deeply and took the numbered green paper out of his nose.

"Oh, you're booked. One moment, please."

Ruth retrieved the booking slip from under the counter and looked for the number.

Having the original green paper of the Blau family with the number is proof that you are a guest who has been booking for a long time. Since this paper is the one that I will give as a reply when I receive an appointment in a letter or something like that, I am basically unable to do anything wrong.

(Ah, this guy, he's been booking for two months. He's a subhuman of a species called Heleion.)

Ruth nodded alone when she saw the information in the letter she had been sent. Unless it's also a Spirit Festival, the Inn doesn't have so many bookers. In the meantime, it was quite rare for guests to book two months in advance, and I knew immediately that I was a sub living far away because I had never heard of the race. He may be a rather thoughtful customer for the Spirit Festival.

"Dear Ike Lara, right? I've been waiting for you. Thank you for coming. Your room is at the top -"

"- Gwwwwwwwwww..."

When Ruth tried to say the line, Lara talked to me to block it.

But that wasn't listenable to Ruth. The sound similar to the roar of the beast must be the language of the Leion tribe.

"Uh, excuse me. I can only speak human language, but I can't even listen…………"

When Ruth looked at him with a bitter laugh like that - for some reason Lara had a stunned look while keeping her throat down.

"What have you done………………?

"Gaw, gugaw, ga, gaw..."

To Ruth's question, Lara stares at me desperately trying to tell me something, even as she gets upset. But in the end I didn't understand what you were trying to say. I know you're in trouble, but I don't even know what the cause is.

"Uh, Lady Lara, you understand my language, don't you? Are you sure there's something I want to tell you?

When Ruth asked the question, Lara lowered her eyebrows and nodded exaggerated. Ruth turns to the paper and pen, remembering that he made an appointment by letter. Even if the other word doesn't make sense, it would be possible to write a letter.

But Ruth's manoeuvring was useless.

The moment it was in Lara's hands, the thin, supple feather pen broke with a poking, light noise. Just in case you give me the second bottle, it's the same result. Lara with the third bottle was desperate that it should not be folded, but then the feather pen would fall out of her hand with fluffy hair. I mean, Lara couldn't even hold the pen. It was a mystery whether I could hold a thin pen with this mockingbird's fat hand that seemed twice as likely to be Ruth in the first place.

"Also, I'm sorry, but what Lara wants to tell you is a little............... that, is it okay?

Ruth also wanted to put a scratch on herself saying, 'You can't be okay,' but I had no choice but to ask that than to see how I could communicate any more.

Only for a moment did I wonder who wrote the letter, but Lara doesn't seem to be a commoner because she looks beautiful. I didn't dare ask if you must have even given me a proxy. You won't be able to answer me if I ask you in the first place.

"...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Lara nods as she drops her shoulder after her regrettable facial distraction. I asked if what I wanted to tell you was life-threatening, but I shook my head to that, so I was relieved for a moment. These words make sense, and yes/no is understandable, so I decided to start guiding you as a customer as usual if you were just going to attend the Spirit Festival.

Ruth walks up the stairs talking about the Spirit Festival without asking about anything extra to cheer up Lara, who remains distracted with more and more clouds on her back. And I put him through to the room that was vacant for the reservation. After that, I will explain the inn and stand in front of the door.

"Now, Master Lara, look forward to the Spirit Festival. Excuse me..."

Lara accidentally grabbed my arm as Ruth tried to leave the room with her head down. Given the grip that gently folds the feather pen, the force seems to be using little, but it seems certain that it is holding Ruth back.

"Er... what's wrong, Master Lara? Is it toilet place, bath or meal time?

Lara shook her head loudly just in case Ruth told her. Apparently, it's not a problem in life.

"Gau...... guu, a, gua, gu"

"Sorry, I don't know what Lara-sama's race is saying..."

"……… Ghu, A, Ghua, Ghu"

"I'm sorry."

Lara seems to be pointing at herself and complaining about something, but Ruth didn't know what she was trying to say. However, the green eyes staring at Ruth look very sad. Makes me feel somewhat left alone because of the gap between the big, tough looks.

"Ruth, I'm leaving a doll on the counter."

But Ruth returned to me when such a father Rossa's voice echoed from downstairs. Sure, Lara is concerned about how she wants to sue for something, but there's plenty more to do to Ruth as well in front of the Spirit Festival. I couldn't be worried about one customer all the time.

"Um, my father is calling... excuse me"

So when Lara's finger was removed, Ruth went down the stairs with her head down. My fingers came off easier than I thought.