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

"That's right."

The short liner had a clear face with no more strays.

"It's a little late, but I think I'll give my husband a suggestion for a change when it comes to his birthday party."

"Mr. Liner......"

"I'm sorry there. Mr. Ruth, Ed, could you come with me? As someone who hears your daughter's anxiety, if you have any words, I don't think my husband will have to get lost."

The clever thing about deacons is that they can't do it alone. Even if he's my husband who listens, he'll immediately think that if he finds out that two or three people have the same opinion than one, he'll have to change his mind.

Ruth looked down at Chirali and Ed. Ed with his eyes nodded small.

"I don't mind."

"I'm also going to tell Mr. Dickhout what Tiana likes!

"Nice to meet you"

From the cooking area on the ground floor, following a liner bringing a tea set upstairs, Ruth and the others arrived at Dickhout's office.

When the liner speaks, Dickhout replies and the door opens.

There were various things in the room so that his busy schedule could be seen. As Ed puts it, the 'script' is also in a prominent place. I'm sure you've already read Dickhout.

"Sir, I brought you a drink. Then…………………."

"Oh, I'm sorry, liner. And about Tiana... and, Mr. Ruth, what's up?

When Dickhout noticed Ruth and the others standing in front of the door, he lowered the pen he had. The thing about interrupting my work, but not looking a little nasty, is that I can ask you if you're a good rooted person.

"Actually, I have a few suggestions for my husband. Mr. Ruth, I also asked Ed to accompany you on that matter. Can we get them indoors?

"I don't mind. Please come in, both of you."

"Excuse me………."

When Ruth reluctantly entered, Dickhout moved onto the couch.

"So what's the suggestion? Is that some kind of rush requirement?

"I'm sorry I'm busy. … I'd like to ask Mr. Dickhout a favor for Tiana's birthday."

"About my birthday...... oh, the liner told me about it"

"No, Tiana herself told me. … he told me that he was anxious that no one would celebrate"

"Anxiety…………?

Dickhout changed his complexion to Ruth's words. Though I was going to surprise her and celebrate her birthday, I guess she didn't understand Tiana would be anxious by that. It is a reaction as expected.

"Ha... I may have asked Liner, but I'm trying to surprise that kid once and for all. I'm not scorning you..."

"Tiana, I was about to cry if you wouldn't see me for my birthday."

"……… Are you going to cry?

To Ed's words, Dickhout's complexion gradually turned blue. When he dropped his eyes on the script for just a moment, he connected the words under the guise of innocence.

"Don't be afraid if I were you. If it's your birthday but your sister can't say 'Happy' forever. I think you forgot about me... Tiana, poor thing..."

Ed leaned over to Ruth next door as he lay down his face. The way it looks will look like you're crying. The truth is, he's just desperately turning the script, but Ruth also stroked his head to comfort him by multiplying Ed's act.

"Oh no..."

Is that famous act proficient, Dickhout's complexion gets worse and worse. I guess I didn't think what I was trying to do would upset the little one so far.

"Just like Ed, Tiana was afraid that she wouldn't have any cakes or gifts... I'm sure she didn't think your father would be able to celebrate your birthday?

"I don't mean to……. However, I am…………………."

Dickhout, who was completely upset, had already realized that his thoughts were wrong. But he looks like he doesn't know what to do. I guess it's the common type of 'competent but when it comes to family, it gets pompous'.

"Sir, indeed, Miss Tiana is an adult at her age. But you're still small, just like Ed. I don't think a party of a surprising nature fits very well."

"Liner... but already at this hour..."

"Let me tell you about having a party now. Let's say we have the gifts and the cake properly prepared. It should be better."

I suggest changing the direction of the birthday party just because the liner is here. Dickhout, who heard his words, gave a soothing look.

"... Tiana wouldn't be mad, just do that..."

"If your husband tells you his intentions properly, a wise lady will understand. It's okay. I'm sure your husband's kindness will be conveyed."

"Is that so.................. thanks, liner"

Dickhout sighed loudly, staring at Ruth and the others.

"Thank you too, Mr. Luke. If it weren't for the two of you, I might not even have felt like I was doing something pathetic to Tiana... a bad father"

"No, Mr. Dickhout, listen to us outsiders. That's all, because I know Mr. Dickhout is trying to be a good father to Tiana."

Dickhout grinned bitterly, 'You're a good father,' and rose off the couch. Find the liner straight.

"Reiner, you don't have to think about my aid today, so could you turn the dinner party into something that Tiana would be more than happy to do?

"Sir..."

"I don't know much about my daughter, so you can ask Tiana directly. No secret birthday party anyway. Hurry up and tell everyone else."

"... Certainly."

The liner with his head down seemed to feel somewhere happy and proud.

"I'll hurry up and finish the job, too, so I can start Tiana's birthday party early."

"Now, if you'll excuse us for not interrupting our work,"

"I have to tell Tiana about her birthday."

As Ruth and the others stood up, Dickhout lowered his head gently.

"Thank you, both of you, for your help.... No, I can't. I just wanted to see my daughter's happy face, but I didn't take enough account of Tiana's thoughts or by her age"

Dickhout was convinced that he had changed the contents of his birthday party, but he seemed a little frustrated by his impudence that he had no idea how his daughter felt.

Ruth opens her mouth to the way it looks.

"Mr. Dickhout, it's only natural that you don't know anything about people other than yourself. So give Tiana more voice."

"To Tiana?

"In order to understand, I think it's important to talk to you. I don't think that would change even with my father and daughter. You can have just a little time. Talk to Tiana every day as much as possible."

"…… that's convincing when Mr. Ruth says it. Is it because she's your daughter? Thanks."

"No."

Dickhout staring at me before the door closed had a frustrating look at me.

Ruth and the others, along with the liner, were to head to the library where Tiana was located. Leaning his neck as Ed opens the script as he heads down the stairs to the back of the mansion.

"Ruth, that last line earlier wasn't in the script, was it?

"Hmmm I don't know if it was a good idea... If I thought Dickhout was bothering me, I'd come out naturally..."

Ruth also knew the last word to Dickhout was an extra word. But I couldn't help but voice my thoughts.

Ed looks at Ruth's words like he sees something a little blind.

"Well, I don't think there's a problem, especially since I don't think it's the kind of part of the expansion that changes.... That worked better than I thought. I thought it would be harder. Last time, Ruth was trying pretty hard to convince Mr. Dickhout."

"Were you working so hard last time? Me."

"Yes. I was so impressed with Ruth and his mouth turning so much."

"Ha... glad that's not the case this time..."

If you're on your way to persuading me, I still don't know if I've been able to persuade you well toward the current scripture priority.

When Ed and I got to the library with such a small voice, the liner who was walking ahead knocked and then opened the door.

"Ma'am, are you here?

"Liner?"

When Tiana heard the liner, she walked out the back of the room. When I saw the faces of Ruth and the others behind him, I brightened my expression.

"Sister Ruth, Ed! Welcome back."

"Tiana, I'm home. I was back as promised."

"I told you what Tiana wanted properly!

"Oh really!?......... Liner?

Tiana looks up at the liner with half her expectations and half her anxiety. He grinned gently as he aligned his eyes with Tiana's height.

"Miss Tiana, I'm sorry I'm late to let you know. Today's lady's birthday party will be at dinner."

"Really? Are you going to party? Is your father with you?

"Yes, of course. We also have gifts and cakes to look forward to."

"Yeah!"

Tiana's face sparkled as she seemed lonely. In the words of the liner, the anxiety must have been dispelled.

"Ah liner, cake and presents too....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Yes, I'm fine. I've chosen what Miss Tiana likes."

"Which one is it?

"……… don't you mind the dress……………?

"Yeah. I like your book."

"Was that so? Understood. Leave it to me."

Reiner looked in trouble only for a moment, but soon returned to his usual smile. Tiana doesn't seem to have noticed that. She's cheeks up like she's relieved by the words' I'll take care of it '. I was able to convey my request because I was feeling high or because I said, "The party's navel is cute."

We all go out into the hallway with Tiana, choosing clothes for dinner so we can go back to the room.

"Liner."

"Yes."

"You're making a terrific mess of yourself at the Tajiubi party! Nice to meet you, Liner!

"Yes, ma'am. Leave it to me."

As soon as the liner replied confidently, I felt like I glowed red around him.

I've never seen a red light coming out of a person before. I wondered if my eyes had gone crazy, but the light quickly disappeared while Ruth was surprised.

(... glowed, didn't it?

Ruth asks sideways about Ed, who would have seen that light as well, but he watched Tiana and the others as they sidetracked the script. You don't seem to have noticed anything.

"See you later!

Tiana ran down the hallway as she waved toward the liners and the Ruths. I guess I'll go back to my room.

"... I'm glad your lady smiled. Thank you very much, Mr. Ruth."

The liner was very satisfied. This condition is hardly different from the flow of the script, so his troubles may have been resolved.

If it's scripted, the liner case is pretty much solved here. But Ruth and the others still have the next.

"No. I think we were glad to see Tiana seem happy.... By the way, it's an urgent rescheduling, and if there's anything I can do to help you yet, right?

"No, that's it for the customer..."

"Even when it comes to our guests, we are on the side where you can stay with courtesy. If you can do anything at all, I'll take care of it! I can't get you a present, but we want to celebrate Tiana's birthday, too."

When Ruth said a little pushy, Reiner thought he would look in trouble, but unexpectedly smiled.

That's script power, I can't seem to remember a problem with someone else in the red moving in the mansion who suddenly decided to stay. Well, I can't help but talk if I'm doing that anyway.

"Then I'm sorry, Tiana, but I would like to decorate the dining room immediately, as Lady Tiana wishes. So, Tiana, why don't you tell your lady's birthday party changes to Chester in the cooking area and Iban in the courtyard?

"I met Chester earlier and Iban in the courtyard... Iban, right?"

"Yes. He wants Chester to make a cute cake. Would you tell Iban that the gift he originally planned has been changed and that you want your daughter to look for a book that she can read?

"Gift change………"

"Yes.... then Iban hid and managed the gift his husband had prepared, but the contents were dresses..."

"Oh, Tiana, you said," I like books. "

Ruth and I both know that Mr. Dickhout's gift is different from what Tiana wants. Changes are also part of the script.

"Iban is a tough person for us, but he's very nice to the lady. He's the one who taught you how to read books. So I was wondering if maybe you still have a book that your daughter doesn't know..."

"If Mr. Iban doesn't seem to be here, contact Mr. Reiner immediately, okay?

"Oh, right. It would be helpful if you did that."

"Leave it to me"

The liner moved out to find Dorthe.

Ruth and Ed, who dropped him off, headed to the cooking area as promised.

"Do you think Mr. Reiner went as scripted?

"He had a good smile, and I think it's going well as scripted.... Speaking of which, did Ed see the red light that illuminated Mr. Reiner's surroundings?

"... red light? Was there such a thing?

"... the moment Mr. Liner told Tiana, 'Say hello', you felt like his surroundings glowed red. It was a moment, though. But Ed hasn't seen it.........?

It was an illusion of the eye, Ruth thinks with a grunt.

"Well, I didn't see it, but if it's the first time I've seen a red light like that in this world, it's got to make sense."

"Am I right?

"Either way, with the cook Chester's condition, which is the next purpose, it will definitely work out."

"You sure do. I'll keep an eye on if he shines the same way."

"Yes, let's go in."

Once again, the two visitors to the cooking area open the door. Inside it seemed like Chester was putting fire in the stone kiln. The more air the hotter.

"Is that Mr. Ruth Ed or are you here again?

"Yes. Excuse me while you work. Mr. Reiner sent me a message."

"From the liner?

Ruth and the others told Tiana that their birthday party preferences had changed. In time, I ask Chester to make the cake normally.

"Is that a regular cake?"

"It's normal like a little girl would love to."

"Hmm is it like a girl is happy...... girl...... girl...... rappi or something"

Ruth frowned when he heard disturbing words from Alek-like Chester about his modeling abilities. I try to speak to Chester with a look on his face that comes up with something, but before that Ed reacted.

"Mr. Chester, if I were you, it would be nice to have fruit on top with a round cake!

"Round cake? If that's not normal, it's your daughter's birthday and even if she's cute, she has to be special."

"So, normal is fine! This kind of thing."

That said, Ed showed the illustration depicted in "Happy Afternoon," which he had. At the end of the story, the lady is delighted to have a bundle of hall cakes in front of her.

"Ah, that's the one in the book. I saw it, too."

That's what Chester says, he takes a familiar book out of the drawer on the counter. "Happy Afternoon." He opens the same page Ed showed when he turns the book.

"I thought it would be nice to see this too. I see, should I imitate it without worrying? Yeah."

"Tiana is a girl, so if you put the red fruit together in this part of the house, it's already going to be a pretty cake"

"Well...... you pinch fruit in the sponge. Sure looks good in color."

Chester's plastic appetite seems to have healed, and he enthusiastically began his research. Chester, who originally showed devastating talent when he created it, is very good at imitating and making it. His bakery is thriving also thanks to the fact that the majority of what he sells remains in its general form.

"Ed, you know how it is to let Chester make whatever he wants."

"Last time I saw a terrible monster, Tiana cried... so I told her it wouldn't flow like this"

When Ruth inquired softly, Ed looked a little farther away. I guess Ruth just doesn't remember and has failed a few times.

(Oh, it wasn't if I was out of line like this)

The extra conversation was pinched because Chester's modeling abilities didn't match the character in the script, but what he should be doing here isn't polishing his arms. Ruth moved on to the point.

"... Has Mr. Chester been working here long?

"Right. Not as good as Iban, who I've known since my previous husband, but it's a long time there."

"Really...... it's a large cooking area, but isn't there any other cook?

"My husband doesn't seem to like to hire a lot of people. I wish only a few people I could trust would work to the point where I couldn't help it.... It just doesn't mean I don't have time off, and I'm glad you admit it, but I've got a little trouble..."

"Trouble?

To Ruth's question, Chester, who was putting the cake powder out of the shelf, just got a slightly troubled look, as he put it.

"It's in a despicable place around here, isn't it? So, I haven't met her... and all the guys who come to the delivery are men, so I was wondering if she could still make one... should I change the workplace? Ha ha, it's a joke!

The problem with cooks in this story is that they think about quitting the workplace because they can't meet her or her lover. Chester sounds like a joke because he says it lightly, but the book says he's taking it pretty seriously.

(Well, I don't know how it feels, but I don't)

It wouldn't be a lot of trouble for some people, but it was a serious problem for him to come out of the story. Because he had a dream of having a family, although he had the joy of being an artisan. Sometimes they call me from a city store, and they're thinking about changing jobs.

If Ruth had heard about this without knowing the script, he would have personally sent another piece of advice as the same man. Around the well-deserved liner, he said, 'Why don't you talk to me?' I might have made suggestions, for example.

But the 'woman' in the story was a little different.

"Then why don't you come to our village once, before you quit?

"In your village?

"Yes. It's the extent to which we can get lost, so it won't be that far. There are quite a few single women out there, so maybe there's someone with whom Mr. Chester would like to talk."

"Is it true!?

"Ca, probably"

Ruth was a little surprised by Chester, who turned to a delicious taste, but being “the cook's he” isn't much of a lie. Not Chester with a wife, of course, but only against the 'cook' in the role.

"Cook" has long worked for the Mansion and has earned the trust of his husband. I have a job and I'm serious. I'm not as young as Ruth, and I can't say it's good that my appearance doesn't fly, but my personality who thinks hard about cakes for Tiana would be very good. It's not a bad person for a single woman. It would also be a natural flow for a 'village daughter woman' with a limited population to propose this.

(You can't think of me recently finally getting a girl to speak up and respond...... Mr. Chester is married in the first place)

Ruth looked at Chester, with a slightly distant eye, making a bounced voice.

"Wow... I was ashamed to tell a young kid this story, but you're gonna say it!

"If you like, why don't you just ask and teach me how to cook and shape it? Then you can attract women who want to learn how to cook professionally."

"Will you do that for me! Please! I'll take a break and go to Mr. Ruth's village!

"Yes, sir."

With his nose rough, Ruth laughs bitterly as he admires Chester as he continues to prepare for cake making.

"Ah..."

"Now I see hope, you don't have to quit here," I saw around Chester glowing red.