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

"I brought it."

"Ooh, ooh!"

When Ruth opened the door, the doll man raised his voice in joy.

He just wants to jump out now, but he stays tied up. I guess you know where you stand.

Although he is a thief, this attitude is also why Ruth wanted to take care of him. When I jumped off the cloth because I couldn't beat my appetite, I was going to ask Orha to throw it far away.

When I tell Orha to back off, I'll take the cloth tied to his chair. Ruth then took the doll's leg out of his pocket and gave it to the doll man on the chair.

"I'll give this back."

"Legs. Are you sure?

"You can't sit and eat like that, can you? Then it's gonna be tough."

"……… sorry about that."

When the doll shut up to think a little, she eventually received her legs from Ruth's hand. Begin the procedure as it is.

"You cut it off perfectly, but you're back to normal."

"Isn't that strange? This body is surprisingly brittle. I've had my arm flattened a few times to get here, but it's connected by healing. - Helpful."

The man says a little well. That's like not being a creature or whatever. It seems like a body. It could be useful in that sense. I was just wondering what structure it was in, but Ruth stopped thinking and listening that it would be useless to ask because he didn't really care.

Before the doll man standing on the floor with his healed legs, I'll build him a small table to match the length of his back to the extent that the tray rides. I put the food on top of it.

The man with the doll sits in front of him and looks up at Ruth. As Ruth laughed bitterly, 'Go ahead,' she hurriedly grabbed the little spoon with both hands and shrugged the vegetables in the soup.

"Ugh, uh-huh! Fired rice!

The doll desperately carries the soup into her mouth with half a cry. When the vegetables inside are gone, hold the deep dish and drink it up luxuriously with the lifting goku goku. I wonder how delicious it was. When the soup was finished, it sparkled around my mouth, and now I bit into the bread.

Ruth sits on the floor looking at the situation with Orha.

"The bread is tender... don't eat people's rice..."

The face of the doll man is still going to cry. He has a lowered frown look, although I don't know if he will actually cry. Even though it's inorganic, it's an odd state with a facial expression.

"So, delicious?

The food served by Ruth is the usual family meal. Even though what my mother Celine made is delicious, it's for the family, not the customers. Ruth thinks it's delicious, but would there have been that many moving elements?

"You're determined to be delicious. Besides, I've been fishing for things like leftovers ever since I woke up. I stole my eyes and finally got them cold and unsavory, and the only thing left to do was stiff bread like leftovers, unsavored vegetables and grains. The rations I ate on the battlefield were still better.... I'm still impressed with the deliciousness of the dishes served as meals. Ugh, I'm happy..."

To Ruth's question, when the man answers that with a quick mouth, he eats with his bread chewed up again. I brought the whole loaf of bread I had left more for Rossa, but it's only a matter of time before I eat it all up when it looks like this.

(…… it looks delicious to eat)

Ruth saw the sight and was smiling unexpectedly. If you're so happy, it's worth bringing.

I left about a quarter of the bread, and the doll headed for the Boreal meat steak, which is the main dish. I feel like I don't have a heart or my glass eyes are sparkling. He seems to be the kind of guy who keeps his favorites after him.

There was no small knife, so I started fighting with meat with a normal size cooking knife and a small fork - but I can't cut the thick meat because it's a small doll's hand or because it doesn't get the strength right. A doll dropped a knife from her hand several times, smashing a small, improvised machine.

"Uh-oh!

"Wait, wait, wait"

Because of the combination of greed I want to eat and frustration with my body that I can't move well, the doll man started putting magic into my hands, so I rush to control it. He must have been going to use magic to cut it. If they do that, instead of meat, they can even damage plates and floors. I remember him saying that hunting animals didn't work.

"I'll hang up, lend me a little"

If I take it away, I'm going to cry, so I take the knife while I put in a no. Ruth sat nearby and cut into bite sizes that would fit the doll.

Stab one with a fork and take it to the doll's mouth.

"What is it?"

"Because the spoon seemed difficult to use. I'm sorry I'm not a pretty girl. Go ahead?

Ruth smiles at the doll who looks up like she doesn't know what it means.

Even when I drank the soup, the spoon didn't grab well and I frequently zeroed the vegetables, so I thought it would be difficult to stab the meat and carry it to my mouth. No matter how many little forks you brought, it's too big in the hands of the little doll.

The tone of the person is male, but I don't feel that uncomfortable even in the so-called 'ahem' state because it looks like a beautiful doll.

But when the doll moved her eyebrows into a strange breeze, she took Ruth's fork.

"That's good. Even in this way I have pride... thanks for the cut."

When the doll successfully brought the fork to his mouth, it bit into the cut meat. The moment he bit it off, his eyes seemed sparkling. After that, I silently put more and more meat in my mouth without even saying 'delicious'.

Eventually, a large chunk of meat for Rossa, which was on the plate, disappeared. The doll looks satisfied when it comes to 'treats,' and she flips her stomach on the spot.

(Bubble... totally post-meal fatherhood. Not even my father would do this)

The way a beautiful doll puts a cooking cuss on her mouth and upsets her stomach is only mismatched and uncomfortable, but it kind of makes her smile a little bit. I'm just looking at the dining landscape, but I just left it laughing.

"Are you satisfied?

"Wow, I'm satisfied. Thanks, it was delicious…………"

I smiled at him sighing like I was sincerely satisfied. Strange because you don't have a heart or the doll's cheek looks colored. White skin like the original pottery, in fact.

"By the way, where does cooking disappear?

"What?"

"I've been observing you for a while now, and you're disappearing on the verge of getting into your mouth."

Ruth wasn't just looking at the dining landscape. I was wondering how he was consuming the food from the doll and observing it.

The same goes for my earlier meal, but it was strange because I thought there was so much borough stew, dried meat and fruit that disappeared the other day that there was no way to satisfy the body of a small doll.

(Well, I'm not sure in the end)

The tour showed that the mouth was moving but the food was disappearing at the mouth, meaning that the doll had not increased in volume relative to the mass. Chemistry in previous life seems very unlikely to prove it. Perhaps it would be possible in this world.

"I don't know. That's right. I'm satisfied. My stomach feels swollen and painful, and my body feels hot because I ate it."

A doll man reaches out to Ruth just to tell him to touch it. I touched and checked as I wondered, but unfortunately, as he said, the doll's hands had not warmed up. It would only be a matter of the feeling of a doll man.

"That's strange..."

"Right. If there's anything more easy to understand, it should be a hint that this body has become... I don't know what it is."

("My balls are twitching...")

Considering his body as' Tiana's words are correct ', it is considered that his spirit and the doll's body are not directly connected. It is the movement and expression of the body that can be changed, but the contents are probably present in a different dimension or something. It's not in the body.

I mean, he's in a state where his body and mind are separated. Ruth thought that there might be a reason he had become a doll there, and the possibility that he didn't like it came to mind.

(... when it comes to the separation of soul and body... that's it)

Ruth's expression becomes natural and sinister.

The phenomenon of the separation of soul and body. All I often remembered in my previous life in stories and such were - not very good stories, such as falling asleep with a major illness and dying, or dying unconsciously in person.

(Wow... I should have thought about it)

Ruth stares at Orha and the doll who is training after dinner.

I don't see the color of death in his face at all. He said his memory was vague, so I guess he hasn't even considered those possibilities.

(If you ask me, I might remind you...... 'No way, are you dead?' You can't ask. ')

Once he understands what Ruth's question means, he can't even predict what kind of action he's going to take.

(It doesn't even have to happen if you go mad, if you become an evil spirit, if your soul dies because you feel the worst...)

All the extra imagination comes to mind because of previous life knowledge. On the other hand, I want to know why I became a doll, and I really wish my soul had vanished because of my words, I was afraid. Even if you were dead from the source, you feel the same way when you commit murder, driving someone who speaks and moves so much like a human being to death in your own words. Absolutely not.

Cowardly and superior, Ruth decided never to speak of the possibility.

(Besides, it's just possible that for some reason the body and soul have separated, and the soul has moved to the doll. Yeah, let's bet that way)

Ruth imposed on herself the uncertain mission of keeping him from becoming aware of his death, while keeping him hopeful that the body would be somewhere, so that he could get used to the doll's body and want to live.

"By the way, I mean, I don't remember the name, do you have a name I can call you or something?

"To?"

The doll that was twisted with Orha looks up at Ruth as she lays the tip of the knife under her ass and sits down. Even though it was a move like Aye, Orha seems to have lost again. Again, this guy is strong.

"Look, because it's hard to call it without a name. Something, even if it's temporary."

"Do you need that?

"I need it. If you're going to live here, you can't ask for a lot of things without a name."

Calling it 'dude' or something is going to be equivalent to Wonok, which is ruthlessly none. I still want a good name to call you.

When Ruth smiled 'Whatever', the doll was back to its original crop-like look.

"………… What is it?

…………

"What? You'll be there, won't you?

……

"Hello?"

When I gently touched his cheek with my finger, which had become a puppet-like Nobu expression, for the third time, my hand finally moved and stopped Ruth's finger.

"…… is that okay with you?"

"What?

"Here, can I live?

"Eh, do you have plans to go somewhere?

From the doll man's story, it doesn't look like he was acting with something in mind. Ruth's weapon, Orha, drew him around and he must have come this far. Ruth wanted to take care of him because she knew there were no such circumstances as wanting to travel or having a destination, but was it different?

When I said that, the doll man held Ruth's finger with both hands - he put his head on his fingertips and looked down. I think I've seen monkeys like this in my last life.

"I'm so sorry."

"Huh?"

As Ruth tilts her neck at the sudden apology, the doll starts pounding Ruth's fingers petite over and over again.

"Well... I'm really sorry that I stole food from this house this time. Even though it was an emergency, I really... Um, I'm sorry. And I threatened you and your family, and I caused trouble."

"Ha ha……………?

I was kind of apologizing earlier, but I don't know why I changed now and started apologizing again.

"You gave me the same meal as people who imitated me like that....................................................... I really appreciate that. Plus, I can't believe I'm allowed to live for a while...... Oh, yeah. Yeah........................................ thanks"

When the doll whispered the last one as Bossoboso, he scratched his head grandly with the hands of those who did not have Ruth's fingers.

(………… Does this mean that you are happy and illuminated?

I haven't raised my face since just now, but I can hear the real color in my voice, so I guess I'm never saying the right thing.

Again, the apology I put into words isn't as light as it was earlier, and I'm really sorry, but at the same time I seem ashamed of what I did. Strange behavior is difficult to understand emotions, but I can tell that I'm happy. Perhaps she is a brittle type of person for her gratitude and affection.

(You never thought I'd be so happy)

As for Ruth, I don't like the thought of her being left alone making a scene knowing about the doll, I want a workforce to fix the warehouse behind her, and I wasn't prepared to, so it's uncomfortable when she appreciates that much.

Besides, Ruth wanted to take care of him, but he hasn't told his key parents yet.

(Well, I don't think my father and mother would say 'kick me out'......)

He is such a favorite parent that Ruth becomes anxious to watch. When I hear about the doll man, I'm determined to sympathize. So I wasn't really worried about being opposed.

"What I've done, that's enough. But if you don't like being in our house, do what you can. I can't feed people who don't work."

"Ooh, I'll take care of it. Physical freedom doesn't work, but if I can do it, I'll do everything I can to carry it, to grass it, to clean the roof!

The doll finally looked up. It's the same energy surface, but the eyebrows are hanging in a riddle, so he's in the mood.

It's strange because the appearance and appearance that doesn't fit the manly voice will look cute gradually.

"From that. Name, please."

"Mm-hmm. Is that your name……. Even so, I'm not very good at that………………………."

A frowning doll is scratching her head like a clutter. He's a middle-aged man. Then the name should look like a man.

"Does it feel like you don't remember anything? I think it would be nice to have a last name, or at least a place name..."

"Hmmm.................."

"Sa?"

"I think it was some kind of name to start with SA... Hmm... can you decide after that?

"What, me?

"Oh. You're the only one I call anyway, right? Then make it easy for you to call me."

"……… That's not good."

"I'm just not that thoughtful about the name. Yeah, but only one thing. Stop naming me what's right for this shape, because if you're given" Françoise "or" Charlotte, "you don't look back."

"I won't do that, it's hard for me to call you... an easy name to call you."

When Ruth was wondering if there was anything good about him while he was stunned by his over-appropriate opponent, a book that hit a doll man a while ago caught his eye.

That is a portrayal of the life of a man called 'Cyrus Drovandi'.

Time was when war was taking place as a matter of course all over the world. He was in a position to stand at the forefront and move his troops within a technological power called Leitol, in the northwest of the central continent. But the country would invest its budget in weapons, but not much, and the country was leaning in the back. Because of this, Cyrus' heroic victory, which was attacking another country, was not worthwhile, and the country fell for a neighbor's food attack aimed at his absence.

Thereafter, the people should have been destined only to be enslaved by the enemy nation, but Cyrus, who was honorably treated because of his high ability, holds negotiations with the king of the enemy country. Instead of dropping a neighboring country, he hoped he would stop enslaving his people.

He looked back on his actions for the first time when his own country was attacked. As it stands, more people die as a result of war and enslavement, and I realized that the whole world would just be exhausted. It also says that Cyrus was the first person to express his intention for slavery. He then dropped every nation with little blood and drained slavery to prosper the northwest of the central continent as one nation.

Of course the genre is fiction.

The priest said that there was no such thing as a country as Leitol in the northwest of the central continent, or a description of a war that had taken place around the world. I don't see how a cheety story is usually rolling about a man who is not even a king in the first place, who made many countries prosper as one. But when I saw the author's name, I guessed a lot.

The author's name is Tomarsh Drovandi. Same last name as Cyrus. Ruth might have expected that he wanted to make a story that felt like his lineage had created a hero.

Talking about it like that is going to be cheesy, but are you a good writer, this book says my father Rossa has been a bestseller since he was a kid. Sure, Cyrus' story is interesting, twice as thick as a regular book does, and Ruth has read it over and over again. I used it to beat it this time because of its thickness.

(This guy was talking about war and the army, too, and that's just fine)

Too bad the book doesn't say how Cyrus, who united the country, spent the rest of his life, but that left me feeling excited. Ruth imagines on his own that if he did all this, he must have taken his breath away while many people watched him and built a stone statue or something.

"So what about Cyrus?

"Cyrus? Cyrus, isn't that nice?

"Thank you again, Mr. Cyrus. I'm Ruth. I'm Ruth Blau."

"Oh, nice to meet you, Ruth. I've done a lot of work, so apologies always go around."

Seeing Cyrus speak out the bounced voice, Ruth felt her smile catch on in the last part.

(Father and mother...... you'd be surprised to see Cyrus)

It was Ruth who was apologized for lowering his head to a doll who spoke manly, and whose fainting family and Marianne appeared in his eyes.