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

"Hey, Ruth. Hold on, Ruth! Are you okay, what happened?

"Huh...... huh? And, Dad?

When Ruth woke up when she noticed the hanging voice, there was a bear with a worrying face - as well as her father Rossa peering in here.

"You finally realized, are you okay?

He also peeks at my mother Celine's worried face nearby.

There is no such doll around. I don't know what's going on.

"Oh, that? What about dolls?"

"Doll? What are you talking about? There's nothing like that, is there?

To Ruth's doubts, Rossa tilts her neck. In the meantime Celine brought me water.

Ruth, who received the cup, gets up feeling thirsty and drinks all at once. Momentum was found to absorb moisture into the body. He seemed pretty thirsty.

However, when I let go of the cup and open my eyes, I notice that the back of the door of the food pantry is brightened.

"……… Could it be already morning?

He said, "Are you sure? What could have happened more than that? When you wake up, you're not in the living room and you're falling down here, and this is the state of the food bin."

"This... wow..."

When Ruth glanced at Rossa's giant and looked in the warehouse, the shelves that were on Ruth's side collapsed, the contents popping out of the powder bag, and even the dries, mushrooms, and fruits were scattered.

The walls have sharp cracks like something hit them, and the freezer doors even have big dent marks on them. It was like a mess someone fought here.

"Huh......... What happened?

When Ruth walked into the pantry yesterday, it was clean and tidy as usual inside.

I tried to catch that strange thief afterwards, but it also made me faint, and in the end I couldn't move a single step. There's no way it's rough like this. But the doll is nowhere to be found. My parents haven't even seen it.

"What happened, is this line over here? Ruth...... didn't you do it?

"It's not me. Um... I found a thief in the middle of the night, but he hit me right away? I passed out, so I can't believe I'm going to break out..."

"Well, we got thieves in!? Oh, what's the other guy like?

"Uh..."

I almost say a flor doll with brown hair and purple eyes and a black dress - and realize what I'm saying is suspicious.

Now on this occasion I say, 'I discovered the doll eating meat', and will my parents believe me when I fulfill it? If it was Ruth, I think the person who said it would have fallen asleep. Even if it's true to me, I don't think it fits properly.

"Hey, the guy who stunned you and ran away, what did he look like!?

"Er............ ooh. Well, I remember being hit in the head..."

"No, are you okay?

When Ruth lied painfully about a situation where she had trouble blaming herself for this tragedy, but could not even say that the doll was the killer, Celine genuinely began to touch her head for the first time in her worries. I don't usually spoil my son, Celine, but once my worries are activated, it's pretty overprotective, so I just want to make you uneasy in the dark.

"Yes, I'm fine. I don't have any physical injuries, and I'm a little sorry they put me up in one shot."

Grab Celine's hand as she touches it and turn away. It's just embarrassing to be able to stroke my mother's head at this age.

"But check carefully. He was taking off his clothes and falling down, so he cut it somewhere."

"Eh, take off your clothes...... eh, why?

When I got up and looked at myself, Ruth's jacket was almost undressed, although she wore it properly below. The buttons on the jacket have been removed and the chest and umbilicus are visible.

(Why are you doing this...)

Yesterday, I couldn't even fall asleep where Marianne was, I lay down in my everyday clothes. With some movement, I don't think I can take it off this far.

"I hope you're not hurt... then you were vandalized after I stunned you. Ruth, do you know what the thief was stealing?

"Meat from the freezer room..."

Instead of stealing it, I was actually eating meat, but it might be a big deal inside in this way outside.

"Yeah?... You're safe over here. Besides, there's no sign of meat loss."

"Eh? Oh, no."

Ruth also looked in the freezer from Rossa's side, but the chunks of meat were tightly in there. I don't see how it is decreasing.

(Is that it? That doll...... meat, you were eating, right? Hmm?)

Gradually, Ruth was losing confidence in her memory.

There are no dolls, the food pantry is rough, I'm taking my jacket off, the meat hasn't decreased, and one thing doesn't match yesterday's memory. Because of that, I don't even know if I'm dreaming or real in the first place.

(No way me.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I even think about that.

"The guy Ruth saw, I don't know what he stole, but it was all vandalized anyway. I'm pretty sure the thief came in. If it was just yesterday, I thought I'd get it done in the inn, but I had no choice but to report it to Bartolo."

"Ah, report it."

Ruth sweated cold when she was losing confidence in her memory.

Bartolo, or reporting to the village chief, is the same thing as notifying the police, because the village will be a little alert.

"I'll complain about what Marianne was afraid of. I wish he was a little more honest with his daughter, too................ Well, let me check the inn first, or I'll catch you if there's a thief!

"Ruth, when you get dressed and finish your breakfast meal, please clean up the warehouse. … I have to make breakfast for my customers."

When the story came to a paragraph, each of the parents headed to work.

Ruth is left alone in the warehouse. Seeing his rough surroundings, he tilted his neck slowly.

"That was... a dream?

Ruth had fallen in the pantry, so it would be a reality that he had come this far. But what I saw in this place was Ruth's delusion that I had an unpleasant impression of my dreams?

(No, no, no, you dream twice? I know you're afraid of flor dolls, but that's not it, is it? Exactly. Paranoia is bad)

Besides, it's the end of being half-naked and falling down until morning. There is so much pity. There is also no ingredient that can prove that the doll was the killer.

"………… for once, let's put it on hold"

To avoid confusion, Ruth decided once to forget the story of being attacked and fallen by a thief doll. It's more or less too pitiful that the doll attacked me and I fell.

"More than that, why are you so rough...... oh, and Orha? Orha!?"

Ruth realizes she can't find Orha, who is always under her hips. There is a good chance that Orha has something to do with this outburst.

But normally if you call me, even if I'm somewhat far away, I won't be back for long at this time.

"Where have you been? Could it really be that this miserable Orha...?

It's likely, but I can't help but be sure without the person.

I was curious about Orha's whereabouts, but as breakfast time was approaching, Ruth left the pantry after that.

Once I headed to the living room to see how that flor doll was, Marianne came out of the room looking like it was already happening.

"I just heard from your little father who wanted to go through, that he was beaten up by a thief, but he was okay, Ruth?

"Oh, yeah. It's okay. Are you okay? Is Marianne okay? Haven't you had weird dreams?

"Thank you. I'm fine."

I was supposed to sleep on the couch yesterday, so although I feel some physical pain, I don't think I woke up that bad.

"That happened, and I rarely sleep in people's homes, so I thought I was nervous and couldn't sleep, but I think I slept well. I may be surprisingly fat."

Marianne laughing like that seems to have completely improved her horrible experience yesterday. As she said, it would have been nice to have slept well.

"My mother said to eat breakfast."

"Really!? Thank you! I'm so excited for your famous little Celine."

"By the way, that flor doll..."

As Ruth tried to ask where the Flor doll was, the doll she was looking for popped up in front of her.

"Ugh!

Surprised Ruth took an unexpected step back, but Marianne leans her neck at the look of it.

She had a flor doll with both hands. Apparently it was Marianne who put it out in front of Ruth.

(Didn't you fly in like yesterday...)

Marianne frowned as Ruth lowered her chest.

"What's wrong, Ruth?

"Uh... no, you had it in your hand, that?

"Flor doll? Yeah, I almost fixed it, so I thought I'd show Ruth once."

He worked hard yesterday while Celine taught him. I could sew it back clean and Marianne seemed satisfied. Ruth remembers her dreams, and her smile almost caught her, but she manages to keep her expression.

"Thank you Marianne.... By the way, where was that doll this morning?

"This morning? It was usually on the shelf, wasn't it?

"On the shelf?

Marianne went back to the living room again and told me where the flor doll was. That's where Ruth put it yesterday with the sewing set. He said he was leaning against the wall in exactly the same position as yesterday.

(What do you mean...? It shouldn't have happened when I saw it...)

Increasingly, I wonder if what I experienced yesterday was real.

Even less confident in my memory because I once saw what I thought was an absolute dream before the thief incident. Dreams in dreams, dreams in dreams, I can't say enough that it's not a phenomenon.

"Ruth, what's wrong?

"No, it's nothing... Marianne, can I see that?

"Yeah, go ahead."

Ruth received a flor doll from Marianne. I felt cold, I was surprised and about to drop it, but I manage to smile and mislead.

(You're not dirty......)

When Ruth saw it in front of the freezer yesterday, there was a black bloody object around his mouth.

But if I touch it now, it won't stick to anything like blood. If your mouth was so bad, your clothes would be dirty. Even though it's black and hard to see, there's got to be something left, unless it's even laundry.

(Hmm I knew I was dreaming... is this a normal doll?

It's so real that it seems to move, but the weight and texture just seem like puppets. Staring at me doesn't blink my eyes. Ruth turned the doll glued and also checked her back and head. Still nothing weird.

(That's normal......)

It just seemed like a doll no matter where I looked. It's the same shape as the Flor doll Ruth saw yesterday. But I think it was more biological then. Now the atmosphere was inorganic and cold.

Ruth tried to see a little more, but she kept going.

"Hey Ruth! What are you doing!

"Eh?"

Take the Flor doll out of Ruth's hand, just like Marianne got angry. When I didn't know the reason for my anger and was stunned, Marianne swung by Ruth to undo the messy flor doll's hair.

"Don't flip the girl's doll! Your skirt will turn you on!

"Huh!? Oh... I didn't mean that."

"You're gonna tell Alec, aren't you? Ruth was rolling a girl's skirt."

"Wait, wait, stop that, Marianne! Because it's a misunderstanding, because I didn't mean to!

Ruth just wanted to see what was going on at her feet. I have no interest in glancing inside the doll's skirt.

Besides, you'll forgive me enough to nibble at a woman's smile, but I can't imagine how Alec would react if I heard you roll your skirt. I didn't want him to make a weird misconception because he seems to be in an important time lately.

"- Ruth, I can help!?

"Ah, yes! So, Marianne, when you're ready, come and get your meals in the kitchen."

"Yeah. Thanks."

Luce broke up with Marianne by deluding the story, saying that she had been called by Celine.

To be honest, I wanted to look into that doll a little bit more, but Marianne turned me on weird suspicions, so I don't think I can do it for a while.

That would be fine then, as Ruth will eventually keep it. Ruth turns to Celine, hoping it won't be a rumor as a weird guy who seriously observes a girl's doll.

Ruth, leave me alone and take it with you.

"Okay."

Ruth reaches out to the balls to pour the soup onto the plate where it was served. But before that, Celine grabbed my arm.

"Wow, what?

"Ruth, wash your hands when preparing your meal. There's something brown on it."

"Eh?"

Ruth noticed a brown oily liquid sticking to his palm holding a flor doll.