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

When the customer's meal was finished, Rossa returned from the lookout. Apparently, at the same time as he looked around, he was listening to a man who passed out yesterday, and he follows him into the dining room.

The man looked a little blue, but put his hands on the meal he normally left behind. They say there is no such thing as injury or illness.

Celine cares about yesterday or is actively speaking while dining on Ruth's behalf. The man was a fan of Celine or I could see he was in a good mood.

(Anyway, I'm glad there's nothing.... but what was it? Hey, I have to clean up more than that)

Ruth remembers what he was asked to do this morning and heads to the food depot. I listened to the fallen man as I cleaned up with Rossa, who followed.

"That's it…… I don't really remember it."

"Don't you remember? You screamed so much?

"I wondered if the door had opened on its own, and something jumped on my face from the dark room, and I was surprised at it and sounded like I was shouting. But at that moment, he poked me in the neck, and when he realized it was morning. He doesn't seem to have any neck injuries, but he's still a little bored. I'm going to ask the priest to look at it, just in case. He doesn't seem to know exactly what happened."

"He poked me in the neck………………."

"Yeah, around here."

Rossa points around the lateral jaw.

(Same as me………)

It's ambiguous whether it's a dream or a reality, but Ruth was also attacked in the same place by that doll.

To a strange unanimity, I also wondered if the cause of the man who collapsed yesterday had lost his mind might be involved in that flor doll.

"Okay, that's it. Ruth, how's the inventory, was it decreasing?

"It looked awful because of the contents of the powder bag, but the mushrooms and some fruit were just crushed, and I don't feel like they were stolen."

I checked the contents of the food bin, but compared to how it was being vandalized, the damage was no big deal.

One shelf broke, so I had to rebuild it, but the walls were so scratched because they were originally sturdy, and the freezer doors were dented but functioning normally. The exterior has gotten a little worse, but they are all to the point where they work as usual.

"Right. In that case, the damage was vandalized. Really, what's that thief doing here... what's wrong, Celine?

Talking to Rossa in the back of the food bin, Celine calls like she panicked next to her and opens the freezer door. He was inside and gossiping, but eventually he came out tilting his neck.

"What's wrong, Mother?

"That's..."

Ruth and the others went out into the kitchen and were shown a pot. I've known Ruth since she was a little girl, it's a pot. Recently, it has often turned into a borough stew holder for neighbor Wonok. But that's better than usual.

"Something, isn't it beautiful?

"You sure are a little pretty"

The exterior of the pan, which had been used for nearly twenty years and should have been in season, had disappeared as if it had been new, discoloration that had stopped falling. It's a discoloration that Rossa couldn't do with her rubbing power. By the way, if Rossa does too much, the pan deforms, so I keep it down to a degree of force that won't break it.

"That's true too...... I should have made this pot of borough stew yesterday and put it in. Yet when I saw it this morning, it was beautiful, and it was in a different shelf."

"Eh?"

Celine said Ruth had gone to Marianne's yesterday in the evening, so she put it in the freezer once to try to deliver it to Wonock's house tomorrow. We can't take the freshly made stuff to Wonok, so we thought we'd make it our own breakfast. By the way, if it's a food bin, I chose the freezer because it could rot.

They say the contents of that pan are disappearing. Besides, just leave the pan as clean as new.

"Something weird keeps happening... and I don't have a good dream."

"Celine or I had some weird dreams..."

"Speaking of which, I don't like dreams either..."

I guess we're all a little uncomfortable because of everything.

Ruth was thinking of one person on the side where her parents were thriving on their dream stories.

(Ah... Could he have eaten it yesterday?

Last night, Ruth desperately tried to remember what the Flor doll was talking about.

I didn't see the color clearly in the backlight, but I remember it looked black. Borough stew is brown soup. When cooled, it gives off a little oil and stickiness.

(…… brown, oil……… that?

I remember Celine pointing me out this morning before I started dining and something similar was attached to my hand.

(Speaking of which, that doll's clothes! It seemed a little damp...?

When I grabbed it earlier, I felt a little cold for some reason. That cold feeling is similar to when the washed laundry is not dry.

"Ruth, what's wrong?

"Yes, no, it's nothing."

Ruth laughs bitterly and deludes herself at Celine, who turns her surprised gaze. You can't talk about this idea even though you haven't cut it together in your head. That's what makes Ruth look like a freak.

In the end, we didn't know where Borough Astew was going, and Ruth and his breakfast became a little lonely.

Ruth, once back in the room, sits in his chair and rethinks what he did earlier.

"Something strange is happening..."

(Kind of a lot, I guess)

The voice of a man heard by Marianne and the others.

Why one of the customers fainted.

Lost borough stew.

Ruth's seen doll thief.

Clothes of dolls that were damp.

(If it was you who ate the borough stew...)

The matter of Ruth last night becomes a reality, and three strange events are cleaned up at the same time.

The doll ate and her clothes got dirty. That's why my clothes were damp because I washed them somewhere and dried them.

(............... No, no, wait. I'm a “doll” in the first place, and only people would wash it or dry it because it was dirty)

Even in this world, dolls are generally only children's “play tools”. Some adult collectors say, but I'll put that aside now.

The doll is unwilling, and he doesn't eat, let alone care that his clothes got dirty. The spirit that cares, or the mind, doesn't exist. So I won't complain about the kids mugging me, and I'm flat out even if I'm forced to drink grass soup.

But there are two reasons why I can't say enough without a heart.

One was an idea that was a "in a way” classic in a previous life.

(The curse doll...)

Ruth has little knowledge of the horror lineage because she is neither good nor particularly fond of it. But I still know that there are many scary stories about dolls moving out.

It's probably a pattern of willingness and assault on humans for some reason. Yesterday's dream (for sure) will surely be caused by that memory of a previous life. It was quite an atmosphere.

(... but that way, you don't know why your clothes were wet, like eating borough stews seasoned for humans, or the pot was clean)

Curse dolls do have a will, but I've never heard of them having an appetite, the politeness to clean up what they used, the cleanliness to hate dirt. It's possible Ruth just doesn't know, but still, it shouldn't be a major story.

(When that happens, it stays………)

The other is the possibility of that being the definition of “person” in some race.

Maybe there's a race that just doesn't know Ruth and looks just like a flor doll. Silence would be considered as a reason for persecution or because they are after lives, among many others.

(Hmmm............... at times like this, it's best to ask Gio)

Ruth took out the bookcase on his desk, the book he was using for his conversation with Geo, and asked if there was a race that looked just like the Flor doll.

Because they take their magic powers just to write, 'Do you know what a race is like a flor doll?' and the text is short.

"But... Gio is slow to respond..."

He tells me everything politely, Geo, but he seems to be always busy and slow to reply. I don't expect much immediate answers.

(I figured you'd ask Wonok too......)

Ruth is just a little heavy.

An equally knowledgeable wonock, but very often he has too much habit of personality to answer Ruth's questions honestly. He was the one who couldn't take advantage of living next door because of it.

"Ruth, are you there?

When I closed Geo's magic book, just outside the room, I heard Marianne's voice at the same time as the sound of a knock.

"The doll has been fixed."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm leaving now."

When Ruth went out into the hallway, there was Marianne with the doll. The combination of a beautiful girl and a beautiful doll is fun to watch. But he smiles and gives me the flor doll, and Ruth gets a little cramped in the cheek.

"I sewed it back beautifully, so treat it politely. Why don't you just try to flip it?

"Ha…… I know."

He laughs bitterly when he is pressed into his mind. If flipping a doll is judged to be a skirt roll, I just don't want to do Ruth either.

"Ruth, are you done with your morning job?

"Right, I guess it's almost over. Anything?

"Yeah, your father will be home, and I think I should go home too..."

"Yeah, you're looking around the room. Fine, let's go."

"Thanks!"

I forgot a little, but although I evacuated in the first place, the matter of Marianne's gaze at home has not yet been resolved.

The village chief's house is separated from the rest of the residents, so I guess he's anxious to go home alone, albeit during the day. In Marianne, where the superior spirits are attached but they have not yet been treated, it can be a big deal if they are attacked by accident.

(This one, let's leave it)

I'm also concerned about the Flor doll, but now in an attempt to make Marianne's a priority, Ruth left the doll in her room and went down to the ground floor.

I tell my parents I'm sending Marianne away and we leave the house together. Through the children's voices and the noisy morning squares of the wives' meetings, we headed to the village chief's house. Marianne twirls and looks back at Ruth as she plugs the narrow main road.

"Still, Ruth, you're surprisingly reliable."

"Eh?"

"I didn't always come forward when Alec was around, so I had a strong impression that I wouldn't rely on him, as he said, but lately I felt that I was gradually coming to understand because I was often with him. Even during these excursions, you paid proper attention to the little ones, you took a lot of luggage, you took the initiative and walked in front of me, right? He gave me good instructions on time and stuff, and I learned."

"Well, without Alec, we wouldn't all know if I didn't do it."

As for Ruth, I don't think she's done much.

"But you still believed my story this time, and you did a lot of things.... I remember saying it quite selfishly, but they all say 'fine' so it was sweet on me. I'm sorry."

"Yeah. I don't mind."

Marianne called it 'selfish', but compared to Alec, it's about the sweetness of an independent adult.

Alec sometimes comes up with unintelligible selfishness like a little kid, so compared to that, it's not a problem at all. Of course, I can only understand the “unintelligible” part now.

"But even with all that praise, I can't give you anything, can I?

"Huh!? No, I'm not!

"Then why all of a sudden?

"……… Alec's feeling of liking Ruth is a little obvious."

Saying so and laughing Marianne's face seemed a little complicated. But it also returns to the usual smile in an instant.

"Me, you're blind, really."

"Uh, why is that?

"Why not?"

"Marianne likes Alec...... wasn't she? You have great eyes."

There are men in the village, and people come from the village outside. Even though people with money, smart people, good faces, very gentle people, people with arms, all sorts of people are visiting the village, Marianne has always liked Alec with the potential of a brave man since she was a little girl. I didn't think I didn't have eyes to see.

When Ruth tilted his neck not knowing what he was really saying, Marianne erupted.

"Hey, stop. That, love?

"Eh, the, love!? No!"

My face gets hot when people say I'm in love. I meant to say something common sense. I panic and desperately try to solve the misunderstanding.

"So, because Alec is, he's cool, he's smart, he's sweet, he's strong, he's responsible, he's good to take care of, he's a great guy!? That's a common perception of everyone, isn't it!?

"Ugh, that's what Ruth thinks."

"No, I didn't."

The more Ruth explains, the more and more annoying Marianne becomes to repeat her reply. But the face is laughing with pleasure, and she is not angry or angry. You look like you're bluffing Ruth.

"I'm already hungry, Ruth. I know you like Alec, so that's it."

"Marianne!"

Marianne moves forward with a slight small run to escape Ruth. And when I opened my distance enough, I looked back and held my finger.

"But look at it now! I also found a very good husband and will succeed your father as the village chief here in the future! Then Ruth will be with Alec to help!

Seeing Marianne straining her chest, Ruth felt embarrassed and went somewhere.

The warm feeling creeps up and naturally loosens the cheeks.

"Of course, Marianne. Alec's with us, let's all make the village better."

If Marianne is going to be village chief, Ruth and Alec are set to help. Marianne is a good person to rely on around her in a good way, so I'm sure the village can unite.

To Ruth's words, Marianne happily said 'thank you', but soon she turns her back and walks out.

"I really..."

I didn't hear Marianne whining very well and Ruth couldn't understand why she looked a little sad.