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

Giving way to Marianne behind the cave, Ruth and the six men decided to sleep in the miscellaneous fish in front of them. The cold hasn't really come yet, but the warm season is over. The fire was not extinguished because it was a little cold on the boulder. Marianne has a tiana so some cold is fine. Maybe it's because he specializes in defense.

(Mmm... that, what about Mr. Cyrus?

I should have meditated my eyes tiredly, but when I woke up, I realized Cyrus was gone, who was next door. You forced me in next door to Daniel, and now you're not in the cave.

I panicked thinking about my past place of business, wondering if I had gone to Marianne's for a moment, but she didn't even look like me after a peek.

(So where have you been... hmm?

I thought I heard Cyrus outside the cave.

Ruth gently moved out to keep everyone awake.

(Ah, there he is)

"Fine, enough to breathe the air outside..."

Cyrus was sitting on a stone just beside the cave entrance. Near Cyrus sitting where the light of the moon is shining, Orha flies around in a frustrating manner.

"Mr. Cyrus told you to sleep tight, didn't he? That makes Orha angry, too."

"Ah... look, Ruth's awake too because you're flying around"

Cyrus waves to get rid of Orha.

Orha was surrounded by glue, but as soon as she found Ruth, she flew to the side.

When Ruth asks him to return to the front of the cave as he strokes Orha, who serves as a watchman, he returns lightly. Orha only looks like a dog these days.

"As always, that Orihalcon is obedient to you."

"Isn't it because you're a user?

"Orihalcon doesn't make that much of a distinctive move. It's just a thing."

"Alec told me the same thing."

Ruth leans to his side as he talks to Cyrus, and comes all the way to the stone where he sits. Cyrus invited me, so I sat down a little to the side.

Just at the end of his gaze was a cliff, in a position where he could see the mountains on the other side. If it wasn't for this situation, I might have stared at the beautiful night mountains lit by the moon.

"It's not Orha, what's wrong? Mr. Cyrus said," Go to sleep and regain strength. "

"That's right...... a lot. Go to sleep without me."

He just told me to go back to the cave, but Ruth didn't move as he did. It seems that Cyrus wasn't as much as he wanted to force Ruth back either, and he says nothing more. He never went anywhere, staring at the front as he sat down.

"... Could you have remembered more, Mr. Cyrus? The old days."

His condition was a lot different than when I first met Cyrus. At first he behaved more childish and freely, but sometimes he stares far away since his appearance became human. The look resembled Ruth's father in his previous life, who didn't know what he was thinking until the end.

(I don't think I should leave Mr. Cyrus alone right now... somehow)

It was called being a doll, that purple liquid, and I knew he didn't have a normal life. If you remember how it happened, maybe it doesn't make you feel good.

When I was at Cyrus' side staring at the distance in silence for a while, I sighed loudly.

"... You've said several times that I was a soldier."

"Yes,... there was a war, wasn't there?

"Oh. Everywhere is full of war, the whole world was rough. I hated him because of his racial differences, and he was fighting all over the country, exhausted. At the same time, there was a decline in the population due to environmental pollution and, depending on the location, food problems. It was time to win or lose. … there are also noisy incidents here, but the atmosphere in the world is very different"

Now that Ruth was alive, it was an unthinkable story.

It is a country where the brave people go around the world, but globally there is neither the king's capital, Deodart, nor the letter "let” of war. Neither Alec, nor Wonok, nor Geo, nor any of the others who interact, have ever raised the subject of war in a letter. No matter how much Ruth grew up in the mountains and neglected public opinion, if there were wars around the world, as Cyrus put it, there wouldn't be any information coming in so far.

As Ruth shut up, Cyrus sighed loudly.

"It seems that" here ”is very different from where I lived. I feel kind of weird."

"…… Are you sure?"

Cyrus said brightly, but Ruth no longer knew what to call him.

With regard to Orihalcon and witchcraft, although there is a slight difference in perception, it seems that the world in which Cyrus lived is the same as Ruth's, because he sees it on almost the same principle. It is unlikely that he was reincarnated or metastasized from another world, like Ruth.

When that happens, what remains is that it comes from the past or the future of the same world. I don't know how it works, and I've never heard anything like that in the magic world, but it would be reasonable to think so.

(... but in the history I've heard from the priest, there must have been no such thing as a war with environmental and food problems)

There were several small battles in history, but I had never heard of a time when there were wars around the world. It is usually taught that it ends in a small amount of time and without a lot of blood.

Based on that, it is unlikely that it is the past. From knowing Orihalcon found from the ruins, there would be no story of a future resident either.

(So, what the hell is Mr. Cyrus...?

Too often he doesn't know, including that the doll's contents are purple liquid, and yet it has turned into this cyrus.

But I don't think Cyrus is lying. Even if I think about giving him a heavy look when it comes to his past, I know perfectly well that he's not the type to make jokes like that after spending the last few days together.

Besides, what Cyrus says, although there has been some discrepancy, it is also certain that he has accurate information that will help Ruth and the others today, including those made of magic.

(Something's wrong, something's different...)

I thought Cyrus knew something Ruth didn't. I really need to know, something.

"Don't look like that. Thanks to you, I know what I'm going to do."

"Things to do?

Gently stroking Ruth's head, Cyrus laughed and stood up.

"First, save this village. And when I find out you're safe... I'm going back to where I started."

"Eh, can you go home?

"Yeah, of course."

The look on Cyrus's face turned around was a smile. The face was not anxious about the future. I guess there really is a place to go home.

(Good...... Mr. Cyrus has a place to go too)

If there's nowhere to go, I was going to suggest living in a village, but if there is, you should go back to your hometown.

Cyrus starts talking as he shows Ruth his back again.

"I had a son... I wonder if he was as good as you"

I knew the story in several conversations. Ruth listens seriously because she didn't say anything because she was somewhat hard to ask.

"Was your son also reluctant to stroke his head all over him?

"Ha, no way. … I never touched it properly."

"Eh?"

The wind blew and Cyrus' redhead swayed.

"I was a bad father, a man full of heads about the war. I didn't even lean on the house and didn't even have family photos. His mother... even when his wife died, they looked at each other in front of the grave. I kept my son with relatives after that and didn't go to see him. I didn't know anything about what my son was thinking or what he was thinking about me. Nothing... he was really the worst parent."

Cyrus' voice was quiet, but I found him full of anger at himself.

"I don't know what touches your head because I regret it... I should have treated you this way, I didn't do anything more," he said. Maybe it's meant to be penance. I know it's too late... "

Cyrus stared at his own hand. On its side there was a shadow, and I felt myself staring at something in the distance.

"Sorry, Ruth. I'm gonna lay my son over you... and I'm gonna stop stroking you."

"... for one thing, I don't mind."

When Ruth shook his head, Cyrus gave a slightly surprised look. Ruth says with a clear look in his eyes, even though he feels awkward on his face.

"I somehow knew that Mr. Cyrus was laying your son over me. But I know you don't really think I'm your son because I call my name right. Then I don't mind. I don't really hate being able to stroke my head either..."

Ruth doesn't really hate it either, although she feels the lightness because of her age and memories of her previous life. If you don't like it, avoid it properly.

Cyrus can be relied upon when it comes to things, and there are some parts that honestly seem amazing. I'm really glad you're here this time. I don't care if it's someone like that. Of course, that's not why anyone caressed me and I'm fine, but it wasn't because I felt the same air as Rossa that I didn't hate.

If Cyrus's troubles were to decrease at all, I didn't mind anything else as much as replacing him.

"Ha ha, are you serious......"

Cyrus laughed seriously and ridiculously.

When Ruth shut up to show her willingness to affirm, she now approached him with a quick leg. He grabs Ruth's head with his big hands and moves it luxuriously with the eagle.

"Hey, hey"

"You're a good girl - Ruth. Father, I'm going to cry!

"Wow, wow, hey, I hope you can stroke your head, but I didn't say you could make it this far!

Ruth rushed away from Cyrus, getting her hair messed up enough to shake from her neck. Seeing it, Cyrus laughs with Niyanya, repeatedly opening and closing his hands. They still did it.

"What is it, I told you to stroke it"

"This is too much! Know what limits are."

Ruth said back a little angry, but Cyrus just laughed. But I could see a little shadow disappearing from the expression.

(I guess I was a little distracted...)

I don't think Cyrus' remorse for his son will disappear from his memory, but Ruth hopes it will fade a little. Cyrus, who had only a bright and confident look in front of everyone, became asexually anxious when he had a dark face.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Well, I got some air, too, so let's go to bed."

"Huh? Ah, yes. Let's go to sleep."

The last time Cyrus tapped his head lightly, he just walked out toward the cave. Ruth rushed after him.

I thought you were definitely still going to be outside, but it seems that's enough. "Tomorrow is a big day's work," the voice was different and bright.

(But where does Mr. Cyrus intend to “go home”?)

Seeing the big back receiving the light of the moon, Ruth was just a little concerned about it.