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

"Producer, it's over as scripted!? I did what Ed and the others did!

Ruth stood up in a hurry and appealed out loud, but there was no response from the dining room where nobody was anymore. Only the strained air is on Ruth's side.

(…… Could I be the only one to fail? Can't go home? Shit)

A lover's face with green eyes shining in her golden hair floats behind her brain. I'm sure he'll make the mountain round and naked. But he'll try to find Ruth who won't come home. If you destroy the mountain ecosystem, the nearby Hashi village may also become a place where people can't live. We cannot let the global brave man be the evil of environmental destruction.

Ruth ran away from the chair to the entrance to the dining room. I grab the knob on the door and try to open it desperately.

"Why don't you open it!?

The door didn't even freak out. Nor does the door knob that Ruth has move at all to grasp the sculpture integrated with the door, rather than the "knob of the door”.

"... heh heh. You don't have to be in such a hurry. I just wanted to talk to you for a second."

From behind Ruth, who was cold sweating, a laugh sounded to loosen the strained air.

"Hmm - you're a really normal boy everywhere you look...... Well, she's cuter than normal, but that's all."

"Uh... when...?

I didn't feel a sign of anyone until just now, but when I realized there was someone there.

"I don't think he's the one who finished my story."

I knew it was a woman because of the quality of her voice behind it. Ruth basically has a good sense of affection for women. But it was not a very distracting atmosphere. A soft way of speaking, but the invisible force you feel from behind, prompts Ruth to be vigilant. I slowly turned my sweaty hand away from the knob.

"Hello, Ruth."

At some point the woman was sitting in a chair with her legs together, bringing her hand to the side of her face and shaking it gently. It's like meeting someone I know on the side of the road. Of course Ruth doesn't know such a woman.

I don't know how old you are, but I'm pretty sure you're older than Ruth. Red curly hair that reaches up to the waist, porcupines on the mouth, eyes with long lashes, thick lips. The body sitting on a fabric chair that was not in the dining room is colourful because of a black piece that is a little fuzzy but slit to the waist, and ends up with a glossy word. If it was Ruth before I went out with Alec, I would definitely have spoken up.

(No. People like this, they're not the type to come to Hashi village)

The atmosphere surrounding the woman is heterogeneous. Ruth is supposed to be in the same dining room all the time, but I feel like this place has become another dimension since she showed up.

Only then can we see that she is the presence of Alec or Wonoklevel. At the same time, Ruth would be killed with one pinky finger.

"Don't be so vigilant, sit down. Look, I'll make you some tea too."

When the woman put her hands around Nico before smiling, the table where the four of them were eating disappeared in front of Ruth, and a round table and a brewed tea set appeared. Carefully, the chair for Ruth is pulled slightly to make it easier to sit.

I was confused for a moment by an unlikely phenomenon, but I was convinced that this was not the real world. It depends on not thinking about anything extra.

"... thank you."

Ruth sat in the chair with great vigilance.

No matter how suspicious their opponents are, they make a fuss here and try to escape, people about Ruth just get killed in one of her moods. Then I just have to pretend to be adaptive so I don't get in a bad mood.

Ruth started asking questions after taking a sip of the tea she had received.

"I would like to be the first to confirm…. You must be the one who made this world, right?

"That's right." The producer of your place. "

It still looks like she created this world. Then I guess it's not surprising for a chair or table that suddenly appeared.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about it."

"Yes, yes. Ruth realized my book existed, and she led everyone, not just herself, to follow the story, didn't she? I've never seen a protagonist make my story that perfect. That's why I wanted to thank you for staying."

"Eh... is this your first time?

Unexpectedly vegan to the unexpected words, the woman looked just a little troubled.

"It is. I've been doing this for thousands of years, but I've never seen anyone get out of my way before."

"Hey, wait a minute, a thousand years!? How long have you been with me?

The woman laughed pleasantly as Ruth blued her face, wondering if those who were in the mansion had been around for a thousand years.

"Hehe, don't worry. It's true that we've been doing this for a thousand years, but the stars are forced to take turns after some years. I really want you to do your part and take turns on your own, but a lot of people don't understand your role. If you stay too long, the main unit will die better. So is that couple, Benno and Dorte. I've been around for twenty years, so I thought it was time to let you take turns. I'm glad you let us all go."

"to, twenty years......"

The woman says lightly twenty years, but Ruth even felt cold for too long. Twenty years into a world like this. I can't keep my memory and I hate it even though I don't understand it. Life becomes a mess.

Ruth holds back the unpleasant mood to get in. I was forced to paste a smile on my face.

I just protested from a sense of justice here, and there's no way that something would sound to her doing this for a thousand years. If you're bad, you'll be in a bad mood, and Ruth will be killed.

Ruth's aim is not to revamp her, but to get out of this world and make Alec look safe. Even if you remember the frustration, you shouldn't have said anything extra.

"Do you have any other questions?

"…… I'd like to confirm one more thing, what makes you do this?

"Reason?"

"Everyone who can't get out until they're trapped in this world and play a role, they're all people who got lost before they knew it, like me, right? What makes you lock those people up for twenty years and play 'Happy Afternoon'?

To Ruth's question, the woman smiled unharmed when she pretended to think for a moment.

"Well, it's fun, isn't it?

"Ha, fun?

"That's right. Based on my novel, it's heartbreaking to watch everyone follow the right path even as they get lost. I can't believe I didn't know what was going to happen this time and couldn't take my eyes off it. I've never had so much fun."

Ruth felt mad at a woman who spoke as if she were watching a television drama that was in her previous life.

(... this woman, she's a bad person)

The woman who smiles in front of Ruth looks like a serene figure with an upper class atmosphere, but in fact is the type who puts her life at risk just for her own pleasure. Maybe he only thinks about Ruth and the others about the bugs in the glass case. If the story is true, it doesn't seem to kill him as he is, but even if he dies in an accident, it's going to be streamed in 'I can't help it'.

I guess it's a long-lived species with a lot of magic, such as demons, not humans, because of the word they've been doing for a thousand years and their ability to create a world like this, but doing so is too tyrannical to others. Ruth thinks that even a lot of weird wonocks would take a little more account of it. I realized I shouldn't say more and more unnecessary things.

"You're that Ed, too? I cheated a little using my abilities, but it would be insignificant if you made such a perfect story. I'd like to show them to the brain muscles who were disregarding the rules."

"Destruction?"

"Yes! Could it have been a man at first, a woman hundreds of years after that? They both destroyed my world from the inside and freed everyone inside. He attacked me, too, and I was seriously injured. Don't you think it's awful? Thanks to this, I changed the composition of my technique, and I had difficulty choosing performers, resulting in discrepancies in my service. Already, the first one said, 'Here it is!' Even though only people could get in.... You weren't a woman either, but I pulled you in because it's unusual to combine with a little boy. Turns out you got it all right, heh."

"Is that what you mean..."

Because of the repeated unexpected destruction, the story could not proceed as it should have been, and it seemed all kinds of weird that the lead woman was Ruth, the man, or that there were sixty Dortes that only seemed to be forty.

(And what the hell was he like destroying it from the inside out and causing this guy a massive injury?

I wonder how powerful men and women have been in the past to be able to turn their fangs that far to a woman who could be killed just by being on their side.

Ruth drank out the tea served and put the cup down.

"Thank you for sharing your story. I enjoyed understanding things I didn't know a lot about. So... I heard your thanks, and it's time for me to go back to my old world?

"Oh, that's a little better."

Ruth was finally able to speak up about the request for the conversation, but the smiling woman turned it down lightly.

"You look like a normal boy, and I thought you'd be more confused and fussy... but you look at me and we're talking fine, and you don't look frightened, and it's fun. Can you deal with him a little more?

Ruth's cheeks pulled as she kept grinning.

(Right, shit. I should have been more frightened...!

Due to his daily conversations with Alec and Wonock, who had great power, Ruth was no longer afraid, even if he felt pressure against those who had power. It seems that such a habit has become a vendetta.

"No, I'm not very good at talking to women... and I don't have a lot of power, so I didn't expect you to enjoy it..."

"That's not true. Yes, if I give you this, you might say something a little different."

"Wow!"

As the woman rang her fingers, a shock ran over Ruth's head. Unexpectedly close your eyes and hold your head.

(This is…………!

A feeling I remember somewhere. The shock that flows into my head is the same as when I panicked at an early age. Memories that shouldn't have flowed into my head.

"Ah..."

Ruth sent a glance at the woman as she held her head down. A woman you shouldn't have even seen is tied to a possibility by the memory that has poured in. Red curly hair, porcupines on the mouth, luscious appearance -.

"- What about you? Well, you are…… Natasha Dickhout."

"Look, I knew it, you'd guess. Funny kid!"

Woman - Natasha grinned gracefully as she scratched up her red curly hair to compliment the child who gave her the right answer.

Ruth regained all his repeated memories inside the mansion. Understand her presence at the same time.

Natasha Dickhout - the deceased wife of the Dickhout family where the portrait was located, everywhere in the mansion. Tiana's mother. Ruth had repeatedly asked and recognized his presence in the Mansion, but for some reason he did not appear in any way in The Happy Afternoon.

(I didn't know this time because I wasn't conscious of her intentionally... but I was curious every time)

A creepy being who appeared on stage but never in the story.

"... what the hell are you?

"Hehe, as Ruth says, I'm Natasha Dickhout. Wife of the Dickhout family"

"Isn't the Dickhout family a virtual home made by you? What's a wife..."

That much to put into words, Ruth remembered the discomfort she had always been concerned about.

I wonder why the story only portrayed this past night. I wonder why it was a simple story with no exuberance or tragedy. I wonder why it was the untwisted title 'Happy Afternoon'. Furthermore, even though it was a story with no twists or twists, the characters were strangely detailed. It's like knowing the real them and writing them down.

"- Could it be that what was in that book is a true story? This house, too, was a mansion that existed in reality?

To Ruth's question, Natasha, who had always had an extra smile on her face, only gave her a surprise look for a moment. He looked as if he had been poked at the impression and the vegetables came out by accident. Though Ruth notices a change in expression, she quickly reverts to her original laugh.

"No, unfortunately we're not talking about reality. …… although it is a" story I wanted it to be "in real life………"

"What do you mean?

When Natasha drank a cup of tea that had been poured for her, she showed Ruth the "happy afternoon" she had in her hand at some point.

"As the words say. This is just“ talking about my ideals ”. The truth is... I forgot about it because it was a long, long time ago."

Zero from Natasha's hand, "Happy Afternoon" broke like glass and disappeared before falling to the floor. As if to tell her story is a brittle dream.

"... I know. This can't happen with someone else who has nothing to do with it. They said they wouldn't turn back..."

The little whining words, they probably didn't mean to make you listen. But it sounded like a good ear, Ruth.

(That's the ideal story...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Failing to assemble the story, the "Shadow Demon" must have appeared at the end. He had captured no one left in the mansion, sometimes killing them and erasing the inhabitants from the mansion. I thought that shadow demon was just a performance, but maybe...

(No way, is that what was happening in real life?

A tranquil and happy story that he said was ideal. By contrast, the sudden tragedy that was happening every time. A stream of failures that, for some reason, was stubborn, including Tiana's death many times. That was the same every time because it was happening in real life. It's the same past, so I could only do the same. That thought struck my mind.

I felt like I finally found out the truth, but Ruth couldn't be sure if it was true.

"Well, the question seems to be over and done. Let's get to the bottom of why I left you here."

"Eh, what do you mean, the real deal? Didn't you want to talk to me?

"I'm not lying about wanting to talk... but I really wanted to reward you."

"Reward?

"You've completed my story for the first time. I was so happy. So I'll take your lead."

Without listening to Ruth's response, Natasha retrieves several cards that appear to be tools of fortune.

"No, that fortune teller…………………"

"My fortune is all over the place. Before hikikomori, he was popular enough to be targeted by a large number of assassins. There were a lot of countries where I saw the future and prospered, and vice versa. Unfortunately, when I try to change my own destiny, it sucks."

Natasha laughed.

Ruth doesn't really believe in divination. It was when I was young in my previous life that I listened enthusiastically, but when I found out about a reality that didn't hit me at all, I eventually lost interest.

(Oh, but is it a little different from the “fortune teller” that I think it is in this world?

This world is a world of witchcraft and spirits that were not in the previous life. Maybe I shouldn't be as skeptical about fortune as I was in my previous life.

When Ruth positively thinks, 'Shall I get what I can get?', Natasha, who was moving the card, looks sinister.

"Oh... no..."

"Duh, what's wrong?

"Liar, hey... no..."

"Oh, what, wow!

Natasha, who made an unpleasant voice, suddenly grabbed Ruth's head as she sighted the card and tried to see how it was going.

"Hey, Mr. Natasha!?

Natasha grabs Ruth's head and looks straight at him. Even though Alec was there, Ruth, who had not had the opportunity to face such a beautiful woman at close range, turned red naturally.

"You know, I thought you were a normal boy, but you've got something incredible in the remarks section... so this fate... sucks... even though I found a fun kid in the corner."

Natasha wrinkled between her eyebrows as she muttered as one convinced.

"What's the worst?

"You want to know?

"It was Natasha who said you'd divine me, wasn't it?

"You're right."

Natasha sighed deeply, releasing Ruth's head and returning to her seat. Ruth also sits in a chair.

After a period of silence, Natasha opened her mouth as she looked like a hundred million bucks.

- You're going to die.