I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

I want to pilot a giant robot with this hand.

Tauro wanted to make that dream come true, holding it since he was a boy.

To that end, I devised ways for my abilities to be harnessed, and I continued to hone my own way of fighting.

The effort was fruitful, and the results at the pilots' school rose.

But that look at fighting differently than people, thoroughly, and targeting judgment wins, buys me a lot of antipathy.

Tauro didn't care, but the objection has helped to distort the previous practice of "participation of the top four regular practice exams in Knights training".

As a result, it would have been a laughable story for him to have closed the way to the Knights by his power.

But I could be a knight pilot now.

The memorial came true, and I have something to put up in my chest.

In front of him stands a knight about 18 meters high.

(I can ride this now)

That look of elegant beige armor looks like a dessert type and cool.

This is Wang Du Dongmen.

It was a place where the knights of the Merchant Alliance were kept and maintained.

The magician in charge of maintenance is smiling at my delight.

"What does this, what does your name say?

My voice trembled slightly with a moving aftertaste.

The mechanic who hears my question answers with a meaningful look.

The face said, "If I heard your name, how would you react?," he seemed to think.

"Old lady."

"... Old Lady, is it?"

I see. The knights are the only names.

If you were the first to hear it, you'd be surprised. Like me.

"Something, is the name derived from?

Ask questions while surprised.

"Oh, it's old anyway. As an active knight, he is the oldest in the kingdom. At least, it's been over 300 years."

The mechanic answers politely.

(300 years!

At that hour, I'm speechless.

Yes, this is a different world. I can't weigh things with what I once felt.

My consternation, the mechanic keeps explaining.

"And I guess it's because it's luxurious and weak."

Unfortunately, apart from the old, there doesn't seem to be a good place.

But I'm not disappointed.

The Merchant Guild Knight is not a first-class item because he heard it from the Guild Leader in advance and understands it.

By the way, "oldest" is definitely a "good place," although I think the brothers who know the collector's mind would agree.

"How about mobility or magic attack?

"The speed of travel as a golem is slow because you don't have the strength. Magic attacks depend on the weapon."

Does magic attack depend on the weapon and my magic power?

What about the mobile magic that generates and moves wind magic within the vernier?

"Oh, that's normal. The crowd."

Listen to that, I'm just a little relieved.

The mechanic adds to reassure me while watching me like that.

"She is, the only shell that covers the cockpit is above standard. Don't miss the magic of the pilot, old lady."

As I heard it, I was looking up to the old lady (Old Lady), who was going to be my love machine.

Quickly, the familiarity training began.

Walk the knight out of the East Gate of the Wangdu, toward the mountains on the north side of the Wangdu.

(... fun)

I was impressed in the cockpit.

Again, the real thing is different.

Pleasant substance in the brain, coming out.

(Not at all like a mock cockpit that doesn't move, this intensity)

I get intoxicated by that feeling.

The fun time passes quickly and you arrive in the mountains on the north side of the King's Capital.

The next thing we did was practice attack magic.

It is called weapons firing training.

All these training commands are taken by the accompanying mechanic.

He's accompanied by a wagon pulled by a horse-shaped golem.

"Weapons, set up!

The mechanic orders it.

Old lady, follow my lead and set up a weapon.

The weapons to be erected are canes (staff).

I made it into a cane (staff) for a reason.

Wand, used in the pilots' school, looked similar to a bullpup-style gun.

So, what about the wand?... it looked just like a rifle.

(Cool! Cool!

I get bored in the cockpit while I set up my rifle.

The rifle had a powerful magic formation built in for a minute bigger than Wand.

For that matter, the amount of magic consumed increases dramatically, but it's no problem for me.

(I'm the only Merchant Alliance pilot. I don't care about my surroundings, I can consume gutsy magic)

No seniors, no colleagues, no juniors.

I have a boss, but only two guild chiefs and a deputy guild chief. Besides, they're both clerical.

(I took the heavens)

That's what I think.

I'm practically the Knight Commander of the Merchant Guild Knights.

If you join the Knights, no doubt, you will be asked for strict discipline. For me to worry about that, this position is heaven.

(I'm so glad you hired me at Merchant Guild)

I think it stings.

And "we have to work hard not to lose this position," he said, deeply determined.

"Aim!"

Follow your voice and stand.

"Shoot!"

Activate the magic poured into the weapon.

From the tip of the wand Staff, an arrow of white light flies straight away.

The arrow of light hits the rock skin of the sedimentary rock and wears a rock wall.

This time again, the magic I chose is the Arrow of Light (Magic Missile).

But the magic, the power, it's completely different.

"Beam rifle..."

I tremble with excitement.

This, the recoil of the moment it was activated, again, is indescribable.

My nose is going to bleed.

Then I shot him as directed, and enjoyed the light, the recoil, and the sound.

(Have so much fun at work, okay)

It was such a great time for such a guilty gust.

"Cheers!"

That night, me and the mechanic were having dinner together.

I asked her out.

The title is my first boarding anniversary.

Pay me. It's called entertaining a mechanic.

In the Merchant Alliance, if you have one Knight Pilot, you have one Mechanic.

I want to do well with him.

"Excuse me. Hey, it's a treat."

The mechanic is my brother in his late twenties.

A skinny, serene, herbivorous figure.

She studied at the Royal School of Magic and recently became a mechanic for the knight of the memorial.

"No, I'm going to take care of you, of course."

I'll have a drink.

According to the herbivore mechanic, his predecessor was a high pilot and never ate with him like this.

(My predecessor was underrated and helpful)

I fucking laugh.

Dirty, little laugh.

But there, I notice first.

I wonder why the Merchant Alliance Pilot's seat was vacant.

"What happened to the pilot before me?

Maybe he died in battle. Occupationally, that's the best chance.

To my question, the herbivore distorts his mouth.

"I'm necked."

(Neck? Still dead in action)

Unexpectedly gokuri and swallow spit.

"Avoid the melee. I didn't hear you say it again and again, and I got myself killed."

(What?)

"The Alliance Commander had instructed me to be thorough in my magic attacks from a distance and to avoid melee as much as possible."

The herbivore sighs.

"Melee is a knight's flower, a pride, that's all I said, and I didn't obey."

"And he came home with only a broken fuselage, without all the effects"

Did you remember that time, that bitter look?

"Besides, the line I said is not my arm, it's not my fuselage, so..."

The herbivore shrugs his shoulders.

"Finally, the Alliance Chiefs are angry, neck"

I made a point.

That's why the guild chief and deputy guild chief appreciated the way I fought.

You must have had a lot of trouble with my predecessor.

"Mr. Tauro, be careful not to."

"Okay. Maybe it's okay."

I reply with a smile.

I don't fight like that. That's all I could say with confidence.

Wang Du, stone dwelling 3rd floor, garden.

Common name, Garden Forest.

The Lord of this room is not out right now.

But in the garden forest, where no one was supposed to be, there was a voice that could not even be called a voice, exchanged.

"Did you do it?

"I got him."

"All of it?"

"All"

"You didn't let him get away?

"I didn't let him get away."

"That's a lot these days."

"Yeah, a lot."

"You have to work hard."

"Good luck"

On a branch of a tree in the heart of a garden forest, a mollusk about 20 cm long looked around.

"Let's Protect"

I'll protect you.

No one noticed, but a large dangoose was glancing at his body from under the stone.

"Here I come again"

"I'll get rid of you"

Such a conversation is exchanged by a voice that cannot be said to be a voice.

And in the looming landscape of dusk, from time to time, the sound of patchy was echoed in the garden forest.