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

My mother Celine wasn't feeling better, so I was supposed to make dinner at the inn that night with Ruth and my father Rossa. Nevertheless, even if both parents and children are together, the culinary skill is on a normal level, so that's to recreate the recipe that Celine is writing down for me for emergencies.

The distribution was never changed, and the soup made without any extra effort was quite well made. The regular customers who asked me to taste it told me it wasn't too bad. But he said, "I hope Mr. Celine heals soon."

(Cooking Let's try harder......)

Yes, it goes without saying that Ruth is determined again.

To delude the poor nature of the dishes, it was to be accompanied by a delicious bread bought at the bakery next door and a special sandwich made with plenty of Rossa's special dried meat.

Cyrus also gave me the subtle judgment, 'I can use a sandwich, but the soup is okay, that's normal'.

Ruth, who managed to finish his maximum mission that way, decided to go to bed early. If Celine doesn't heal tomorrow, I need to get up early because I'll be busy with a lot of things.

But the next day, the noise broke out again.

This day, once every seven days, was a day of prayer in the church.

If the weather is not so rough, people will always gather in the church on prayer days. The Blau family was basically all in, but Ruth went out with Rossa today because Celine said she couldn't get up yet.

(You heard some weird noises before you went to bed yesterday... but it looks like neither my father nor Cyrus heard them. I wonder what this is...?

The gathering at the church was unusual and not very good. From what I've seen, there were no village chiefs, no Marianne, no colts, and no frizz. It was about the villagers who were particularly keen on prayer and Daniel, who had voiced his solidarity with Ruth.

(Everyone doesn't look well either......)

The crowd was also tired.

At last, the technique Tiana was talking about may be causing problems. If we don't do something soon, there will be a rush.

To the small number of participants, a priest with no heart or pity begins to progress as usual. It was when I finished the song, the preaching of the priest, the prayer, and tried to pray silently.

"Here or the church."

Batan and suddenly the church door opened, and the believers and the village chiefs came inside to Bruton and Bowman. Bruton snorts as he looks all the way through the church.

"You deserve a small village, it's an old build. I don't really deserve to worship the Genesis God. It's going to be worth rebuilding."

"Master Bruton, where can I put your body?"

"Right. It would still be nice to have a central front. Shall we shift that painting to the side as well?

Ruth and his men lost their words in disdain to an exchange that did not read the air between Bruton and Bowman, but it was the priest who moved as quickly as possible.

"Dear Bruton, the prayer is not over yet. Sorry, can I ask you to leave?

"Oh, did you? I'm sorry. I've been gone a long time, and I thought it was over because it's quiet."

Bruton's face remained with a niggling smile. He must have come in knowing he was still on his way.

The priest also figured it out, decided it was useless to say anything to Bruton, and now he turned his gaze to the village chief who was silent behind it.

"Bartolo, if you were me, you'd understand the importance of silent prayer, right? Please take Master Bruton to exit. … we'll hear about anything else later."

The priest's voice was very quiet and his emotions didn't seem caged, but Ruth could tell there were slight signs of anger. There are slightly negative signs around him.

(This is bad for the village chief. … I understand the policy of wanting to incorporate a new consciousness, but what's really wrong?

If you were an enthusiastic follower, you would know that this time is very important for Sestias. Yet instead of bringing a bullton of another religion, he came into prayer. I would do too much of anything. It's so stranger that the priest doesn't raise his voice of anger.

But the village chief didn't even care what the priest said.

"Johan, can we not pray silently at any time? More than that, Baron Bruton said he would rebuild this church. We'll talk in the back."

"If so, Baltro............?

That was a word that I did not think was the mayor of the village who was eager to pray every prayer day. That's right. The priest can't hide his surprise, either, and he's circling his eyes.

"... you don't need to rebuild the church, etc. Can you please go home?

The priest clearly said no in a low voice as he looked painful. It's a pretty strong way of putting it to him at all times. I really don't want to put it that way, but it's also making it harder to contain emotions, and so on.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Father Johan. I just want to decorate my venue beautifully. Don't worry about it."

"" My Use "?... What do you mean?

"Oh, you haven't heard. Yesterday's discussion also led to the use of Genetianism for this occasion. You without money are more in a position to lend your place to Master Bruton. Think carefully and say things."

"Nah..."

To the words of Bruton and Bowman, the church begins to make noise.

(Genetical uses it? Rent to Sestias?... What have you done to these people?

This church has long been used by Sestias. The priests and the children in the church care have cleaned every day and carefully guarded them throughout the village. Same goes for Alec.

Instead of being used by Genetianism, which had just come a few days earlier, he said, 'lend it to Sestias'. This means that the church in the village, which the priest administered, will become the object of the Bulton of Genetialism. Naturally, the power relations in this village also change dramatically.

"Bartolo. What the hell do you mean............! Genetianism uses it? I'm not talking about that!

"I'm talking about Baron Bruton as he says. This church will be a joint use of Genetianism and Sestias. Baron Bruton will invest in rebuilding it, so Sestias will be in a position to rent a real place. I forgot to tell you. Sorry."

"Bartolo! Oh, you know what you're talking about!?

To the upset priest, the village chief left his expression unchanged. I don't know if those eyes reflect the priest on the front.

"Village chief, what..."

Ruth couldn't just shut up about doing too much to the priest. But when I tried to add up, the high noise rang again.

(Huh, tinnitus again...?

High noise like hair. Is Ruth the only one who is feeling that, or Rossa next door looked flat. But if you look closely, Daniel, who is in front of the diagonal, is holding back his ears as well.

Silent footsteps echo in the church where Ruth's silence spreads.

"I know, Johann."

"Bye -"

"- But hey, Sestias is old now. It's over. I have to be as grateful as you can lend me."

It was an incredibly cruel word from him, who had been cordial with the priest, that was told by a village chief who had no emotions like a doll.

"Oh! - Baltro."

Finally, you can no longer enjoy yourself, the lowly priest walks away from the side of the altar and early enough to the mayor of the village with a face like a noble face. It wouldn't be a beating because of their character, but seeing it, the people around them also rose out of the chair. Unfortunately, Ruth tried to get in front of the two of them.

- But the priest is on the verge of reaching in front of the village chief, and a great shadow stands.

"Rossa......"

Out in front of the priest was Rossa, who was next to Ruth. He stands before the priest trying to protect the village chief with his big body.

Ruth was relieved by Rossa's usual state of affairs, quickly entering the arbitration of the matter, but a hell of a word was released from his mouth.

"Father, if you don't mind me, it's ugly. I can't believe you thought about your religion all the time. You were just a human being."

"Lo, sassa............?

"Dad?"

My father, Rossa, turns his gaze to the priest as cold as he can't think of from his usual serene personality.

"Father, it's time for you to think about pretending. Everyone thinly realizes that no one can help, even if they have hope for just a young man chosen by the Four Gods. Not if you're praying for such an old, stinking religion. You have to take care of something else."

"No, not until you..."

Indeed, Rossa was not as keen on Sestias as Celine. But I never uttered a derogatory word about her cherished faith. Prayer was always indispensable.

"And, Dad, what's wrong! Even though Sestiasm cares about her mother!

As Ruth raised his voice to how it was not too Rossa, he looked back quietly.

(Toru, …………?

What was in those eyes was not the usual serene father's thing, but an emotionally invisible darkness. The bright glow of the light cannot be denied, nor can it be filled with profound affection. Zokri and nasty things run on Ruth's spine.

"Rossa, will you let the others leave? I have to convince Johan."

"Okay. Everybody, we're going to start an important discussion. I'm sorry, but get out of the church. Today's prayer time is over."

Driven by the followers of Rossa and Genetianism, the villagers who were inside the church were half forced to leave.

Ruth tried to stay worried, but Rossa lifted him up. Daniel tries to pull Rossa's arm in surprise, but he holds it up with Ruth without his power or anything. I resisted, but at the end of the day, we were both put down on the ground outside.

"Dad!"

Ruth jumped at the door that closed to reject everything.

Rossa looked back slightly to her son's voice.

"Ruth, think about it. Do you really think Alec can save the world - even though he's not a god?"

So the door closed quietly.

Ruth glanced at the door of the church, listening behind his back to the whining of the other villagers who were gathering on the side of the church.

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Ruth follows Boreal, who runs down the trees, swinging around Orha, who grows up as a knife.

The Borough we're chasing is about the size of a medium. I wanted to find a few bigger ones, but I don't have much time to pick them out, so I can't help it. There is a strong element of luck to see good prey that day.

"Go, run that way!

To the voice of Ruth, who drives away, the Boreal woman increases her speed. Ruth used to struggle with this task because of the small signs, but recently Daniel taught me a trick to chase him off without using magic, and he was better at guiding. Lead them to their destination while blocking the road ahead of them successfully, and shout out when they go to an open place.

"Mr. Cyrus, I'm on my way!

"Oops!"

Cyrus, who came out of the bush opposite Ruth at his destination, jumped out with the magic he was getting ready for. With the doll's Nobu expression, he raised only his eyebrows and said, 'Come here, come here!' It's a slightly creepy sight to be provoking.

"Bumoooooo!?

But Ruth wasn't the only one who thought so, and once he saw Cyrus, Boreal made a sudden stop trying to jump up. The giant who raised the earthen smoke and stopped changes direction with the kurli in a handsome move that does not suit his appearance, he also escapes to the side without coming to Ruth.

"Hey, wait! You're not running away! Olah!"

Although Cyrus was taken for a moment, he immediately unleashed magic in Boreal's escaped direction. Selected not to cause damage to the surroundings, the magic of the ice attribute flies in a straight line when it changes to a shape resembling a sharp spear, stabbing it in the huge ass of a borough.

"Bumowo!"

He was somewhat frightened of Cyrus' attack, but to that extent he didn't stop his legs. With terrible vitality, breaking the icing capacity that spreads from the stabbed ice spear, it slows down but runs away and tries to get back into the woods.

- On the back leg, a sharp arrow pierced him.

"Boogie, giddy!

As Ruth aimed, he was blown off his right leg meat and Boreal's movements dropped gakun. I didn't want to target the delicious leg meat, but this is the only way to stop the movement.

"Ruth, it's Nice! I'll stab Todome!

Cyrus floating in the universe chases him at a fierce speed, shaking up additional created magic. Wind magic. Unparalleled by Ruth, the great magic created a single shape that captured Boreal, positioned ahead of him.

"Ah, Mr. Cyrus, Ma-"

"- No. Yes!

The moment Cyrus waves his arm down, a storm appears. The soil ahead, which he had unleashed his technique, was decided, the trees were chopped up, and the stones were scattered. Magic that destroys as much of the village square as if a tornado had occurred.

"Wow!"

The wind caused trees and stones to fly to Ruth. Olha slips out of Ruth's hips and starts flying back to the front. Ruth also managed to avoid the trees.

After enduring that way for a while, the magic slowed down gradually and eventually disappeared. Almost nothing remains where Cyrus aimed, just to see the peeled mountain skin.

(Uh... you've done it)

Both the borough that was the target of the attack disappeared without a trace.

"Please cheer up, Mr. Cyrus"

"I'm not a good hunter."

"That's not true. See, you caught two ocals."

"Almost your arrow stopped your leg and I just dropped my neck, didn't I?... Before you grab it, don't do it like you can't imagine it by its appearance. I don't have enough power, but the bow technique and the knife are fine............ I didn't have to help you hunt, did I?

"I'm glad you compliment me...... but it was Mr. Cyrus who discovered the oculus. It's hard to hunt alone."

"The main boreal has disappeared."

Cyrus, who has become a troublesome middle-aged man, is holding his knee and turning that way while Ruth is draining blood in the river.

Apparently, he was shocked to have taken a big borough and wanted to appeal to where it would help him, but to have wiped it off with too much force on his hands.

(That's true. I'm not talking about hunting as long as it's powerful...)

Good hunting is not proportional to strength. Rather, using forces that are too large without adjustment would be like this one.

It looks easy, but if you're hunting to feed rather than just kill the target, don't make a big wound to your body on the prey. It is preferable to smash the head into small pieces or aim for legs or the like before strangling and stopping. It is assumed that Momo meat is delicious as far as Boreal is concerned, so it would be better not to aim for the legs either.

Ruth gets his prey on hunting even if his magic is small because of those circumstances.

For the record, Boreal, hunted by the Golas family's hand-worked Iban, said that there would be little traumatic area, skin as well as brains and even eyeballs for sale.

(Alec used to struggle with that...)

Alec, who hates losing, is good at curbing magic and devising and handling it because he also had training in hunting. Otherwise it would have been a brain muscle type that would be gobbling with force.

"Mr. Cyrus, you can have enough for dinner."

Yesterday's meat from Bear Groy only had an upper body, he said, because he didn't cut it off because of the weight when he brought it, but because he blew his lower body off on the way out hunting. It seems difficult to adjust the force when in a hurry.

"Really?

"Yes, I'm sure your father and mother would love this, and I'm sure you'll forgive me."

It's going to confuse Cyrus when he shows up on the boulder, so Ruth plans to accept the meat from the culprit who took the food from the food bin.

Cyrus was sorry that he couldn't apologize in front of me, but those two should forgive me enough.

(............... Probably fine. Dad, too)

Normally, Ruth can largely imagine the judgment of a person's favorite parents - but after seeing that incident in the morning, his anxiety could not be wiped away.