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

"Gawgaw."

"Ah... Lady Lara, it's a meal. Take your seat."

"Gawu."

"Eh... look at this... do you?

"Gaw, Gaw"

Lara handed me a large piece of paper and Ruth opened it as she was urged. The question of where you were until just now is behind you.

(Ko...... what is this?

On a piece of paper bigger than Ruth's face, only a few human-like letters were written.

But Lara herself must have written it. That's too much letter spacing, but one letter at a time is slightly larger. Besides, it was too unbalanced to recognize it as a single letter. In addition, there were places along the way where the ink was falling, making it completely illegible. Honestly, it's harder to read than a child's letters.

"…… you mean I'll read it?

To Ruth's question, Lara nods with a glittering green eye. Apparently, I can't help but want Ruth to read it.

With such beautiful eyes pointed at him, it's hard to say 'illegible' without even thinking about it, Ruth decided desperately to decipher it. Somehow weak for Lara's favor.

(Uh... Is this, "W"? No. 'A', I guess?

I lined up the letters in my head as I went through a lot of thoughts about what it must be saying.

(AOKOO RA...... Hmm what is it, I can't read the parts of O at all...... ah, but the line of things is a little too much!?

As struck by lightning, Ruth flickered in an instant. When I look at Lara, I point to the paper I received.

"This is your name! Ike Lara, you wrote your own name."

"- Wuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

I told her I thought this was the only way, but Lara had swept Ruth's neck as far as she could. Apparently, Lara didn't write her own name.

I told him a few words after that, but Lara just shook her head loudly and Ruth didn't know what his intentions were.

"... Excuse me, Lady Lara. Hey, it seems difficult to me……………………"

".................. Gwww......"

Lara sounded so sad, but Ruth couldn't help it.

Lara then went back to the room, carrying a rain cloud behind her back, eating a pepperoni of boreal steak hung with Celine's special sauce. I had noticed how many times I looked back to miss Ruth when I left, but I had to pretend I didn't know.

(It's hard not to get through what I want to tell you...... sorry Lady Lara)

It was Ruth who regretted a little that maybe she should have asked Wonock for an interpreter at all costs after all.

Delivering meals to the dining room guests and those who built a tent behind the Blau family to guide them through the bath was pretty much past the usual dinner time.

As Ruth hurried back to the living room of her mother's house, there was the neighbor's bakery wife, Beverly, ready for her meal. Apparently, he rode his parents' invitation and plans to stay in the Blau family room (former Clark's room) today.

But it was a little hard watching Beverly as she found out she was feeling fine. I just hope the fog clears up tomorrow, that way we'll be able to get more manpower in their search.

After a while, my parents also came back to my mother's house. 'Not yet,' I think to Beverly, who looks better than when Ruth and I were talking.

(Mm…………?

When the topic of the table moved to the familiarity of the Morsons, Orha, the weapon he had left with the children in Ruth's room, returned to Ruth softly. I think I'm here to let you know what happened to the kid.

When Ruth put Orha in her clothes, she left the living room behind to deliver the meal to the child.

Warm soup and a small amount of meat, then put Beverly's special bread on the tray and go up the stairs.

Knocking and opening the door just in case, there was a child standing up and looking at the landscape painting on the wall of Ruth's room.

"Oh, you're up. Are you okay now?

……

As Ruth went inside with a gentle voice to avoid surprise, the child turned in silence.

(... when you're awake, you have a different vibe again, this girl)

When I was closing my eyes, I had the impression that it was because of my long eyelashes, but the face that opened my eyes and looked at Ruth looked like an adult to the child's face. However, the back length is about under Ruth's crotch.

Besides, my eyes were impressive. The silver shining eyes had an atmosphere that was somewhat unusual human, and I felt strange power. I get a gaze in my eyes, that's the type.

"Where am I?

The child, who has no surprise or noise, asks in a clear, slightly stiff tone for the child. Voice quality is also lower than I thought.

The face is neat, and the hair is cut straight down to the shoulder, so I didn't know if it was male or female just by looking at it, but I guess it's a boy because of this feeling. The straight forehead looks good on the side, pretty pretty pretty boy (beautiful toddler?) So it seems.

Ruth smiled not to alarm herself as she questioned 'could she have spoken this way' when she was about this age.

"This is Hashi Village, right? You know what?

"Is it Hashi Village... more than that, I should have slept in a cave in the mountains. Why are you in such a village? Are you a kidnapper?

"Yes!? Yu, kidnapper!? Oh, no! He said it wasn't a kidnapping!

As for Ruth, she was going to help the boy who slept in the mountains, so she was surprised when she said 'kidnapper'.

But at the same time, I remembered Fritz saying, "If my parents come back and I don't have kids, I'll make a scene." If what Fritz was saying is correct, Ruth is certainly the kidnapper who took him out of his parents' custody on his own.

"Kee, you are. I was sleeping in a cave in the mountains, and I didn't wake up when I spoke, so I brought him in worried. There was a thick fog in the mountains at that time, and I thought it would be dangerous for a little kid like you to be alone in a cave..."

The moment I said 'little girl', the boy's beautiful eyebrows were praised only for a moment. But it also immediately returns to the expression of invisibility of the original nothing emotional.

"So you said you brought him here?

"Yes.... uh... but maybe your parents were with you? I looked for it, but I didn't see it."

"……… no one is with you. I came here alone."

"What, alone!? Why would you do that? It's dangerous.

"That's none of your business, isn't it? Kidnapper."

"... Yu, it's not a kidnapping"

Truncated as' unrelated 'to Bassari, Ruth becomes speechless no more. Besides, it's called "Kidnapper."

(Something about this kid, he's not as old as he looks......?

The boy has a very cute face at a young age, so the tone becomes more child-friendly, but if it feels like this, he should think he's dealing with someone older than Bird. Rather, the mouth may be more masterful than Ruth's.

"…… ma, fine. I'll admit you're not a kidnapper."

"Ah, thank you very much……"

"This, in a room with a rounded sense of life, put him to sleep without restraint, without locking the door, with a warm food to give him, an alert look. Now the kidnappers can solve every kidnapping in the world."

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

I should have solved the kidnapper's misunderstanding, but I can't wipe the feeling of being ridiculed for some reason.

"From time to time, the village of Hashi is probably the closest mountain village to the mountain I was in. And your house runs a liquor store or a lodging house because of the number of signs, a two-story house that is not common in a peripheral village, and the elaborate cuisine you bring. It should be noted that based on the picture on this wall, there is a fairly familiar person traveling around the world, and awaiting his return, are you quite fond of bringing me into your own home because I am worried about an unidentified person?"

"Oh, oh..."

(You observe a lot...)

Considering the timing of Orha's visit to Ruth, the boy doesn't have that much time to observe his surroundings. And yet, just being in his room seems to have made him almost understand what's going on around Ruth.

Ruth was honestly impressed with such an observation without being creepy. From the way you talk, your head also seems to spin quickly.

"Amazing. It's a hit. By the way, this is a village about ten days from Wang Du, and we are a lodger."

"Is that so?"

"So why were you sleeping there?

"Am I obliged to tell you my circumstances?

"Uh... So, how are you feeling? Do your legs hurt?

"I'm having a normal conversation with you, so I've decided it's okay now."

"Well good...... uh, what are you going to do after this?

"You'll have a meal there and you'll be set to sleep. Or do you want to kick me out at this hour?

"……… and I will not"

"Then excuse me.... I'll have it."

When the boy answered Ruth's question softly, he took the liberty of climbing up to the chair and sat down, and when he put the tray on his knees, he began to get his hands on the meal.

Mechanically carrying a meal into your mouth without saying it's delicious or bad feels more like 'eating' than 'eating'. You're supposed to be hungry, but the meal doesn't look like much fun.

(You're a my-paced child...)

Ruth sat in bed and observed such a boy quietly.

I learn to be a little hooked up with things that I don't want the other person to reply to, but I don't feel angry at all that the child seems to be stretching his back because he mouths a decent meal that he serves and doesn't return a response. Instead, a small body that doesn't have feet on the floor when it sits in a chair is smiling when you look at it.

I was worried about how I should treat a boy who didn't seem to want me to ask much more about myself than that. Moya Moya is going to stay here later because she just had this weird relationship and said, "I woke up, so be my guest later." Whatever the contents were, it was even worse because he was a young looking boy.

"Thank you very much."

"How'd it go?

"Fair enough. … so I'm going to sleep."

"Oh, hey..."

When the boy presses Ruth into an empty tray plate, he pushes him straight to the entrance. And when Ruth checked out the hallway with the tray, he closed the door.

(This means you've been kicked out...?

When I was stunned by the unexpected, the door opened again and a boy looked up from inside.

"I forgot. How much does this meal cost for a night?"

"Uh, no. Nothing."

"I don't want to have that kind of annoying exchange. … and how much is it?

"Oh, yes."

To a serious face who wouldn't let me say yes or no, when Ruth told him about the Blau family's overnight rate, the boy muttered 'That's a lot more conscientious,' and took the money out of his pocket and pushed it to Ruth. The perfectly communicated forehead is placed in Ruth's hands.

"Good night, then"

"Oh, wait, wait!

".................. what is it?

"Let, at least, the name. Tell me your name! Because it's up to the inn to keep the customer's name!

……

"My name is Ruth Blau. This is the Blau family inn. I'm the second son. That's good, right?

"'Son'... Are you, possibly a man?

"Yeah, from there!?

Ruth was surprised by the uncanny question, but given that almost ten percent of it would go wrong, the boy's question is natural. Pretty rare like Remias.

When he looked serious and told him his gender, the boy frowned a little. That look makes me wonder if I still didn't like being put to sleep in a man's room. But there is no other room, so I can't help it.

"My name is Edvard………………"

"Ed, Bulb?

"……… Ed is fine."

"Oh, yeah. Ed, right? Nice to meet you. I'm Ruth."

"...................................................... ku"

Boy Ed closed the door when he replied 'Say hello' in a small voice. It sounds locked.

(Good. "Say hello" to me and give it back...)

'Do you need to say hello?' I'm glad they didn't return the word, 'Ruth began to go down the stairs feeling floated. I'm glad that Ed and I were able to break it down just a little bit. This will allow us to hear a little more about his circumstances tomorrow.

- But when I get down to the first floor, I realize the key thing.

(... Me, where shall I sleep today)

My room was kicked out by Ed, the room was used by Beverly, the room was full and of course I can't go to my parents' room this year.

In the end, Ruth lay down on the couch in the living room and revealed the night.