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

Ruth, who returned to the square with Daniels, tried to go straight back to the inn - walking into the sidewalk alone.

Along the street next to the Blau family on the opposite side of the bakery, several old houses are built. It used to be a house inhabited by old ladies and others, but it has become obsolete and aging in recent years.

But about a year ago, people started living in the deepest house. It's a demonic wonock with a strange vibe. But...

"Mr. Wonok... he's gone all of a sudden..."

Ruth stood in front of the house where his neighbor Wonock lived. There was a dying house built there - but it was now further ground. The ground was beautifully organized, and there was no trace of the house being built. It even looks like I've hidden the house somewhere. That doesn't mean there's a transparent wall, but the building is really disappearing.

"As much as I say hello, I wish you had..."

When the monster hunt in the meantime ended, Wonok disappeared from house to house. The last time he came to return the pot was face-to-face.

(Is that what you meant to say hello to?

Until now, Wonok had never returned the pot himself. If I had wondered, every house would have disappeared the next day.

The last word I exchanged was the usual nagging "leave it to you" to Ruth's "when should I take it with me?"

"It's not like I didn't imagine you'd be gone one day..."

Ruth knew too well that Wonock was not just a man.

He didn't look like he was having trouble with money or power. It should be possible if you want to live in Wangdu. You won't be good at interacting with others, but you're not the type to bother your head in a relationship, rather you'll be concerned around.

Thinking about it, it's unusual that Wonok lived in such a lonely village behind the mountain. Even if he's gone all of a sudden, nothing's wrong.

(But I still kind of miss you)

Borough Ashew lover Wonok lived nearby and not that Ruth had any gain. No matter how troubled Ruth is, he can't help me if he doesn't feel like it, and it's always a man named Wonock who's not at the heart of it.

If I'm late in delivering the borough stew, they'll complain, and I'm the one who can barely take care of the boy I hired as a servant, and I think Ruth would have had a lot of difficulty if he continued to interact with me one way or another. Still, I felt lonely for some reason when I was gone.

"Addy disappeared with me."

Wonok, a man who can't do anything around him at all, brought him from nowhere was Addy, a 10-year-old boy who couldn't speak a word. He was alert to Ruth at first, but after a while, he nostalgic, and if he went to Wonok's house, he would surely serve tea. In time, Birds, who also live in church, often witnessed them playing friendly.

(I wonder if it was okay...... Addy)

But things have been going wrong with Addy for a few months now, and he no longer plays outside with the Birds. Not only that, Ruth stopped appearing on the table when she visited the house, and even asking Wonock how it was, she was just appropriately teased.

"... I'm sure you'll be okay with Mr. Wonock being here, won't you?

Groaning to block the anxiety that engulfed him, Ruth followed where it had become more ground.

Upon finishing his lunch and lodging duties, Ruth returned to his room for a break.

"... you're restless..."

Lie down in bed while I say so.

Since Alec went into the dungeon, I haven't felt comfortable. Anxiety similar to haste remains.

(Why am I in such an uneasy mood by now...)

For the past year or more, Alec has been traveling all along. His trend was unknown to Ruth and all he could do was hope he was safe. Of course I had anxiety. But I was confident that Alec would be okay somewhere, and I was in a hurry so far - rather than feeling anxious.

Alec tells me this exploration into the dungeon could take a few days if we were bad. Um, it's a small dungeon that's going to be over exploring in a few hours, and I didn't understand why it would take a few days, but if it's still going to be over in a few days, it's a lot shorter than the time I've been waiting for. It doesn't explain Ruth's anxiety. And yet, for some reason.

"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Let's do something else. Yes, a letter, a letter!

Upon getting out of bed, Ruth turned to the desk.

Ruth continues to interact with Maxim Kia Karen Yuan Ed, whom she has met in the past year, in a letter. Because they all live so far away, it's not easy to go see each other, but when Alec returned, he wanted to visit their respective lands together.

"Oh, did I run out of paper in the letter... did I have a spare..."

But when I realized that there was only one piece of paper left to write, I started looking on my desk. You can go to the grocery store and buy it, but it won't be that long until dinner is ready. I didn't want to waste much time, so I opened the drawer to find a palm-sized cloth bag if I didn't have a spare.

"... hmm? What the hell is this?

Ruth didn't look familiar in a thin dirty cloth bag with burnt ends that was hard to say beautiful in flattery. I can't even remember why I ended up here.

"I guess it was an important thing... but I don't recognize you"

I pull the string on the bag and try to shake it, but I didn't feel the weight. I opened the entrance and took a peek inside, but it's dark and it doesn't even look like there's something.

"... nothing in there, I guess I'll throw it away later"

It's not pretty, and it's too small for any use. In an attempt to throw it away later because he didn't even need to keep it, Ruth released the cloth bag to the side to throw it in the trash later.

- Gun, Gashan!

As soon as I did, the sound sounded like I had dropped metal on the floor.

"-!"

Ruth is surprised by the sudden noise and jumps off the spot, gripping and alerting to a book that was nearby. But the one who made the noise was...

"... What's this?

Falling to the side of the bed was a cylindrical shaped metal cylinder.

The metal cylinder makes a small noise with Karan and rocks like a cradle on the floor. Ruth, who had been watching for a while, but eventually when the movement stopped and the surroundings were quiet again, he slowly approached it.

"Oh... trash can?

The metal cylinder was trash, no matter what I saw. The feel I touched, the shape, the way I opened the lid, is no different from what Ruth knew in his previous life. When it comes to location, a slight difference is that the lid portrays something resembling the Devil's Square.

(I've never seen anything like this...)

In this world, metal processing technology has become more than weapons, so I don't use it for just trash cans. I mean, this stuff shouldn't exist.

I asked him when he was on alert just in case, but if it didn't explode suddenly, he didn't see anything in it in particular. Sigh safely about it.

"- No, no, no, from where!?

The problem is not that there was no stuff in the trash. Suddenly this big thing appeared.

There was nothing like that in Ruth's room, and Alec, who stayed there yesterday, didn't look like he left those things. I just appeared out of the blue.

Ruth's gaze wanders around the room and stops with a cloth bag that fell on the floor. The bounce thrown or the cloth bag with the entrance string spreading is on the floor with no fumble, just like earlier.

"But this is the only way..."

Ruth roughly touched the bag. And I lifted the entrance down.

"Huh...!

I saw a white cloth this time from the entrance to the bag where nothing was supposed to have happened. It's an incredibly luxurious white cloth in this world. Due to the nature of the cloth, that didn't come out of the entrance on its own, so Ruth tried to pull it off thoughtfully.

"Cloth...? Not a piece?

What came out of it was a large white cloth that clearly exceeded the size of the bag. When I spread it out, the shape resembled a piece. When held in hand, the cloth, though, weighs quite a bit. It's something Ruth didn't feel when he picked up the bag earlier.

"Besides, it's not the wind now..."

Even from the construction and seams and the design of the clothes, I heard elaborate work that was not conceivable in this world, where manual work was common.

"What's going on with this..."

Ruth lifts a brown bag.

I didn't feel anything when I saw it earlier, but I already understood that there would be an unthinkable amount of stuff in this bag from the looks of it. I'm sure the trash can came out of this, too.

Ruth took the book from the shelf and tried to put it in a bag.

"Ha, I'm in..."

I thought it would clog at the entrance, but one book went in light. Strangely enough, the book itself seemed distorted the moment I tried to get it in and pulled into the bag sullenly.

Ruth goes on to put two or three books in, but they all go in then. And I should have put a lot in it, but I don't feel the weight in the bag.

"Are you sure it's in there?

I wondered what happened to what came in there, and now I flipped the bag.

I make a noise with Dossadosa and the book I just put in comes out. The book has no scratches or distortions. The contents can also be read properly.

"... Could this be the same thing Alec and the others use“ old stuff ”?

Bags that distort and store both weight and quantity - I didn't think they were made with very modern technology. But it is also understandable from previous experience that modern times have been obsolete by technologies that existed long ago.

Undoubtedly this is an artifact with ancient technology used, similar to Gilmore and Orha.

"The question is, why would I put that in my drawer?... but certainly before that..."

Ruth had lost his way with his friends in the dungeon during the Aristotle season. When I come back afterwards, I recall taking these bags out of my nostalgia and putting them in a drawer without knowing what they meant.

"But I remember getting it in the first place..."

When Ruth tried to remember where she got it, she felt the gap between her eyes and skin draw.

A thin tube that may be obsessed between the skin progresses, and an image emerges that reaches the brain. Pain and fear come to mind.

"What, this... eh"

-... pillars... brave men... destiny... -

"Eh."

The feeling of impatience, which was just lowly bothered until earlier, gradually grows and turns into so much agitation that sweat seeps in. Even though I didn't understand what “it” was, my fingertips trembled, holding a bag with a feeling similar to the fear that was coming in.

(What do I do, what do I do, what do I...)

I feel like I'm forgetting something I shouldn't forget, something I have to do, something important. But I can't remember exactly what it is.

(I'm...)

"- Sparkle..."

(Huh...?

I felt I could inadvertently hear people in my ear.

As soon as possible, the feeling of the skin being drawn away makes my head clear.