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

While worried about Addy, Ruth decided to go home to the inn. I just get in Wonok's way because there's nothing I can do that I'm not even a doctor, where I was forced to stay like that.

(Addy...... I hope it heals safely......)

Addy, the boy who has been picked up by Wonok from nowhere. Even though he was still of no strange age to have parental asylum, he worked diligently as directed by his employer. I worked hard to communicate even if I couldn't speak, and I was also close to the near-age Birds who lived in church. Ruth was smiling at me when I saw him like that, but he's sick enough to come here and fall. There was no way I wouldn't be worried.

"Oh, Ruth. Were you back? Good, I need a little help."

"Ah, yeah."

Ruth, who was back at home at some point, can be heard by Celine. I managed to get the usual look on my face.

(I guess I'll have to rely on Mr. Wonock about Addy.... I might as well tell Byrd to look at the progress a little later. Maybe you'll recover soon thanks to Mr. Wonock)

As soon as I tell Bird what's going on, I'm determined to push him home. However, since there is no way to raise Bird to the house from Wonok's character, he seems to be bored. Bird will also be baffled because of that and will be more and more worried.

I didn't think it would be good for either of us to tell them the situation immediately. When I collected the pan again, I wanted to see how it was going, and then I thought about whether or not to tell it.

"……. Let's get to work."

While feeling heavy, Ruth decided to work for the inn. But I can't be distracted if I don't.

It wasn't until a long time later that I remembered not being able to listen to Wonok about the Flor doll.

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Because I was trying not to think too deeply about Addy, or because I didn't even change my clothes if I noticed, I was finishing dinner.

After cleaning the dining room floor, check the bathroom. Guests are already in. I heard my parents were done earlier, and Ruth could come in now.

Ruth went back to his room once to get dressed.

(How was the amount of sop? I need to check to see if I need refills again)

Ruth, thinking about her work, tried to open the door to her room as usual.

- Gon.

A strong shock sounded, stopping his hand from opening the door.

"Eh?"

For a moment, it solidifies without knowing what happened, but when I pushed the door again, I could see that the door just opened to the point where it probably went in one head and stopped. The room is dark and not very visible, but there seems to be something on the other side of the door.

"What is it?"

Push a door that doesn't open as usual. The door moved because of the heavy noise.

I finally slipped my body into the open gap and lost my words to the misery inside when I turned on the lamp.

"……… What the hell, what?

The room was rough as if a storm had come in. The windows are opened, pillows and sheets fly from the bed, the chairs are turned upside down, the shelves fall down, and the books are scattered across the floor. This wasn't how it looked when Ruth left this morning.

"Duh, thief? No, but this is………………."

I felt a strange way to vandalize it for a thief. Rather than looking for a home, it was just a rough atmosphere. If you're after gold objects in the first place, it's better to look for parents' rooms, living rooms, etc., than Ruth's room.

"Anyway, talk to the fathers..."

Even if I don't know why, it wouldn't be a good idea to leave it like this because there was an anomaly. Ruth immediately moved to tell his parents that it was there - but he realizes that there is something unnatural in the room.

"........................... why?

What got into Ruth's eyes was a flor doll lying in bed as if she were asleep.

(- The doll, on the shelf)

The other things that were on the shelves in the same way were scattered on the floor whether the shelves flew away at the same time as they fell. But for some reason, the Flor doll is the only one who maintains a position as if he is sleeping on the bed. Even if the shelf flew away with a collapsed impact, the direction was strange.

There is no appearance of a skirt full of lace or even long hair disturbed. Looks softly placed.

The Flor doll was immensely unnatural in a room that looked like it was caught in a storm.

(... on your own, moved?

It was an unusual feeling of chills. My body cools down gradually.

"………………… haha"

The flor doll could really have gotten on the bed by accident. Not zero percent.

But the way Ruth saw him in the food pantry last night, the fact that he was falling off the shelf during the day, and the tragedy in his current room - honestly, I've never encountered anything like this before. Even if there are spirits or magic in this world.

My mind is complaining, 'It's a coincidence' and don't delude yourself.

"Okay."

Ruth took a deep breath to determine her mind and went down to the ground floor with the door open.

Passing next to her parents sleeping fine in the living room and taking the keys to the storage room on the wall, she goes out into the hallway again. When I unlocked into the storage room next to the living room, I took out a wooden box with a lid sturdy enough to hold it with both hands, a large cloth, and then a rope of rough rope.

Ruth, who was making a suspicious move in the middle of the night, returned to the room with a bitter laugh at her parents looking strange and peeking through the door.

"…… Let's do it."

Ruth, with the box, holds the cloth in her hands so that she spreads it. I went inside the room, jumped over the bed, and grabbed the flor doll with a cloth.

When I make sure there is a flor doll in the cloth, I wrap it around and push it straight into the lidded crate I was bringing. Confirming that every cloth was in the box, he double-strapped the outside with wilderness rope.

"Okay, don't open it."

When I made sure the box wouldn't open, I now took the box and went to the storage room on the ground floor, put it in the back and then came back to my room. I also didn't forget to excuse my parents for 'hey, there's something I don't want' that left Ruth's odd face when I returned the key.

"Sa, let's forget............!

Ruth, with her own door closed behind her back, makes a sunny face.

The solution taken by Ruth, who could no longer tolerate the oddity of the Flor doll - was a physical seal. It is also called a reality escape.

I don't know what that doll is, but I didn't want to keep it on my side anyway. I feel like sticking something like a bill that was in my previous life, but I have never seen anything like it, so I would have no choice at this time.

Honestly, I want to throw it away or burn it, but I can't take responsibility if that was really someone's stuff, so I'm patient there.

I'm not willing to tell you about this because it would be bad to scare my parents. I thought that was necessary to live a peaceful life.

(don't think, don't think, don't think)

Ruth was forced to empty her head so she wouldn't think about it and cleaned up the room. I take a bath and just dive into the futon and meditate my eyes. I had to wait for my will to fall into the dark, worried that I would have to find my owner soon.

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"I'm sleepy…………"

Naturally, the next day's wake sucked. If you can forget what you saw with a physical seal, you won't have a hard time.

Besides, in addition to the fact that I couldn't sleep thinking about it all the way around, because I dreamed that if I finally slept in the morning, I would be chased by a bunch of flor dolls.

On second thought, I don't think I slept much because of the doll two nights in a row. I feel like I've been deprived of my health with my strength. It is better to go hunting even with the same fatigue.

"…… Your room is safe."

I felt terrible, but when I woke up, the room didn't look as rough as yesterday.

While I was relieved by that, I noticed that the door to the cooking area had been left unnaturally open, though down the stairs. I peek inside and my parents hug each other, looking at the food pantry.

"What's wrong, both of you?

When I hung up early this morning wondering why I was at such a place, Celine, who was in Rossa's arms, looked back with a bright blue face.

"Oh, Ruth. For breakfast, when I came to check the food pantry…………"

That said, Celine points inside the food bin.

When I avoided the two of them and peered inside the heavy door, there was a different situation there.

"Damn, I knew there was a thief out there somewhere............!

There was no point in Rossa saying that either.

In front of the entrance to the food pantry, which should have been cleaned up nicely yesterday - because there was a box of fruit lined up with a box of dried meat that was in the freezer in the back. And they're both empty.

Needless to say, Ruth and the others haven't left a box here. It also contained a lot of contents, and it didn't disappear to the extent that it was zero somewhere. There should definitely be some debris left.

(Uh, what's this? If you're just going to steal it, it looks like you're still appealing to me...)

Ruth felt like she had seen this sight yesterday.

Borough stew served out of the freezer. Beautifully polished pan to burn marks. Two days ago, I was there.

(- No way!?

Ruth rushed out of the grocery bin and took the key straight out of his mother's living room and into the storage room.

As soon as I turned on the lamp and pointed my gaze at the box I put in the back, I accidentally turned it down and said, 'Ugh!' And my voice goes out.

"... duh, duh...?

Ruth put the flor doll in a sturdy crate yesterday. Besides, he tied it with wilderness rope to make sure it never opened. With the strings firmly tied, it should be hard to open them from the outside. If we get trapped inside, even Ruth can't open it from the inside.

- But I should have tightened it so sturdy, but the end of the black skirt peeked out of the box.

"Hey, why, why...?

If you look closely, the rough rope that was tied is also falling to the floor looking like it was pulled apart by great force.

I don't know what that means - no, there was one possible reason.

Ruth, feeling cold, nervously approached the box and slowly opened the lid where the black skirt was peeking.

………………

There was a flor doll in the box as expected.

However, the doll, which should have been wrapped in a cloth, popped up on the table, with the remainder of the red fruit on the mouth of the crop. Her hair is also strangely disturbed, and her black dress is once again filled with cuts. In the hands of a hard crop, a black mass was gripped, and beneath its body fell shards of dried meat that should have disappeared from the food vault.

"Ha ha……………"

I had to laugh already.

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"Duh, thief? We have to make breakfast later on. We don't have much time, Mother."

"Oh, yeah. Shit, this is already the time!

"Ugh, this is bad. We need to get some water."

That's what he told his parents who were following Ruth as he stepped out of the storage room, suppressing the chills that were going in and putting a smile on his face.

He was once again an upset parent to a strange food bin, but quickly moves out thanks to the work of a lodging house that has been going on for years. Inn mornings are busy. Not if you're relaxed.

After breakfast at such a hasty inn, we gathered in the living room and a family meeting began.

As a result, the inn still has guests, and less food has been damaged. It would mean that it would not be a good idea to make too much noise. After strengthening my outlook on this case, I decided to consult the village chief again.

Naturally, Ruth didn't tell her parents about the doll. There's no way I can say that. Those two are more scared than Ruth. I told you, at the end of the day, I've decided that I won't be able to run the inn.

And we don't have any hard evidence of that.

(No, it feels certain already, doesn't it?

At a time when the box that should have been sturdy closed is open and contains dried meat shards that have disappeared inside, I can't think of another reason. Absolutely. This Flor doll fished the pantry.

I'm sure it wasn't a dream that Ruth saw the day before, it must have been real. That's why the borough stew was disappearing from the freezer.

But the doll apparently doesn't move in front of Ruth and the others watching. It was only once that night that I saw how it was actually moving.

(I'm the only one who knows that the doll is moving.... I have to do something about it)

If this happens, I don't know if I'm scared, but Ruth has to do something by herself. Once it's resolved, we'll have to tell the truth and reassure our parents.

On the surface, as usual, when he finished his morning inn job, Ruth went behind the inn, took out the doll and made him stand on the stone.

I came outside because I didn't want to be alone with the doll in a narrow place. I will need to be able to get away with it at any time, as I haven't had the Olha of Orihalcon to rely on all this time.

I stare at the doll and open my mouth.

"... Um, are you alive?

Ruth confronted the doll she had taken out and tried to speak up.

An adult boy who talks to a flor doll with a serious face. I knew it was a different sight from the side, but Ruth was serious.

Maybe it's because this flor doll is a special race that Ruth doesn't know about, and he can't deny he's alive. There is no reply from Geo either, so I am not sure that there are no such races.

The doll was silent as a matter of course. I've tried to speak up a few times, but I don't see how I can react to Ruth's words this way. I had no choice but to change the way I spoke a little.

"... if you're deceiving me, I'll cut you in two with an axe, right? Or you'll burn it, won't you? Do you mind?

Honestly, that was a last resort, and I'm not going to do it because I can't throw away the possibility that it's a drop, but I thought it would be best as a threat complaint.

Still no response to the doll.

Ruth sighed and lit the left palm with life magic. A small spark enough to light a burning tree, but not a problem burning a non-moving doll.

"Look, I'm serious, right? You're gonna burn it, aren't you? We'll run the food into the water."

"- Ruth. What are you doing, you?

Speaking from behind, Ruth turned around trying to jump up. There was Rossa with a face on her back. I guess I was in the middle of a lookout to find the suspicious.

"Oh, no... that. Let's crack some firewood or something."

"Firewood? Didn't you talk to someone?

"Kid, it's just an imagination!

Ruth grabbed the flor doll in front of her with both hands and hid it in the shadow of her body. If Rossa sees the doll, she'll put up the 'son I was talking to the doll' rettel. I want to avoid that on boulders.

"And, Dad, there was nobody behind it. Yeah, maybe we should talk to Mr. Morson next door, too? It's a bakery that deals with food over there, and something weird might be going on."

"Yeah, so is that. Why don't you go to the Morson house?"

Rossa nodded honestly at Ruth's suggestion, closing the back door and going back inside. I guess I'll head from the front entrance to the bakery next door.

It was the moment Ruth was relieved that he had left me light.

- Bashan!

"What…………?

As soon as I sighed, the water came down from over Ruth's head. That amount of water was quite large, enough to wet Ruth's entire body and drip water from her head as if it fit the scowl.

"………………………………………? What, this?

I didn't know why I wore water, and Ruth looked directly above me, but of course there was nothing there, and the blue sky just widened. There are no signs of rain or other signs of nails.

Ruth now stands again in a place for cutting firewood where there is nothing around him. Even if someone tries to water it, it shouldn't arrive until it's out back and somewhat closer.

"Of the rain, there's no way... why... ah..."

I grabbed the doll with my right hand and tried to find out if there was any abnormality in my body - I noticed a burning smell coming from the flor doll.

If you look closely, there is a hole around the waist of the black skirt. The shape of the wave-beating hole is like a burning cloth pressed against the fire.

"... why is my skirt on fire? Oh, well, I grabbed the doll while I lit it with life magic."

Rossa talked to me when I was lighting a fire in my hand and I accidentally grabbed the doll as it was and tried to hide it.

It is only natural that the fire spreads lightly when the burning hand is placed on a burning lace cloth. The flor doll would have burned all over if it had burned. With the water coming down, it should have been done to this extent.

"Hmm? If the water doesn't come down...? Uh, bye. No way, just now………"

Ruth looked down at the flor doll that got wet all together.

I had a grudge in my glass balls eyes. I felt like I was staring at Ruth.