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

The capital of the kingdom, the capital of the king, is a few days away by regular golem carriage from the Holy City.

In the heart of its king's capital is a large square.

The land facing the square is undoubtedly one of the kingdom's finest.

The headquarters of the Adventurer's Guild have long been in one of its finest places, making known the magnitude of its power around them.

An officer with pale face jumped into a room on the top floor of the building earlier.

The Adventurer Alliance's guild leader changed his expression after hearing reports that his breath was also out.

"He said it was a bunch of heavy horse riding" Heavy Lancers "!

The guild leader wakes up the body he kept on his back at once.

Awesome on the face, and more sharp on the eyes.

"… in the Northwest, several adventurers have confirmed. Definitely."

His men manage to squeeze out their voices, even though they are pressured by enough intimidation to materialize.

"Number, and direction?

"More than forty bodies are certain. It's slowly going south."

Hearing that, the guild leader slaps his desk thoroughly.

"Let the country know! Right away!

Recoil enough to lift the desk and a wild shout make it swing to fixtures and doors instead of air.

Officials jumped out of the room and ran out with all their might.

The guild leader himself leaves the room and rushes down to the office downstairs.

(Why didn't you notice?

Guild leaders, hold their fists.

Heavy Lancer is a large four-legged warcraft.

Height to the shoulder, about sixteen meters. His name is Horse, but his neck is short, and he has a huge horn like a Hercules giant beetle.

And the major parts of the body surface are covered with scaly skin, and not scratched by a few magical or physical attacks.

Mobility, defense, and enough to break down the walls.

Still, it should be noted that the threat on its own does not extend to the Heavy Stone Golem. But the number is the number.

If it's a local city, it's a crisis of survival, a complete Knights outpost.

(Big mess)

Unexpectedly the roar leaks.

Understanding the trends of the Great Warcraft is one of the tasks of the Adventurer Alliance.

Not everything, of course. limited to the highly threatening ones.

Report any movement early and encourage response.

Work pattern It was a possible organization, and it also had the privileges commensurate with it.

But this time, it's too late.

Some kind of penalty would undoubtedly be imposed.

"Form an investigation team! Stand by in three squads!

"Find out what you missed too! Right away!

As soon as he jumps into the office, he gives instructions as per the storm.

Why the discovery of Heavy Lancer on heavy horseback was delayed. An official who was ordered to look into it came to me asking if I could do it later.

I guess I thought in person about personnel and priorities.

"An idiot! You're telling me to go to the Royal Castle without finding out the cause or taking measures to prevent recurrence!

Guild length to explode.

With anger, literally blowing up officials, he walks around in a whiff and frustration.

The office is already making a scene like a battlefield.

While watching, the guild leader turns consciousness to something else.

(Where is Heavy Lancer going on his heavy horseback?

It suddenly appears within the kingdom, moving slowly, albeit slowly.

This has never happened before. It's more natural to see that it has a purpose.

(There, no eyes for salvation)

What's happened, I can't help it.

Then we'll make the wound a little smaller. And if possible, I want to turn this crisis into an opportunity.

As an adventurer, the guild chief who had been forged through, he began to spin his thoughts in that indomitable spirit.

When the guild leader was in the Adventurer's Guild, the merchant guild's herbivore mechanic also had a report in it.

"Huh? My former pilot is here?

An old lady's "Old Lady" hangar near the Wang capital East Gate.

This is where the herbivore works.

The old lady, the Old Lady, is now on her way to the Holy City and she is not here. For that reason, there is not much work to be done. But the herbivore was still packing from morning to evening.

"Anything, I came to get my personal belongings"

Security chief says.

If it's a knight's hangar, it's an important facility. Security is provided in a 24-hour system.

(I think it's been months since I got my neck)

Trouble, I think.

It's also possible to ignore it, but that would definitely make a scene. His former pilot, to his knowledge, is such a person.

"I'll find it here, just ask me what the stuff is"

I was instructed to leave the room, but the chief of security returned immediately.

"I'm not going to talk because it's personal. I'll find it myself. Let me in."

He has an unpleasant look on his face.

The herbivore could easily have imagined the situation.

To the chief security opponent, he must have yelled and scattered.

(There's no way they're gonna let the outsiders through.)

It's obvious. There's no way a former pilot who was enrolled wouldn't know.

I think with frustration, but I notice there.

(I'm special, that's what you were)

Even if you can see people, you can't see them. Perhaps you've come here to think that you can let me in soon.

"Anyway, never let me in. And ask the guild for directions."

The top of the knight's hangar is a herbivore. But he pushes his judgment to the guild.

(I don't even like to see it. I don't want to get involved)

Back then, I thought it was something I could put up with a lot.

Probably because I didn't know, except for my former pilot.

But not now. After working with Tauro, it's not very, but it's unbearable.

Looking at the chief security officer leaving the room, the herbivore mechanic began to turn past maintenance records for the old lady, the Old Lady.

The deputy guild chief was in the reception room when the guards brought news from the knight hangar at the east gate.

I'm seeing the chief of the Assassin's Guild.

The name Assassin Guild, but the main task is VIP protection. The Merchant Alliance has been asking for Tauro's escort in the shadows for some time.

"So you don't have a particular view of what they're after."

A deputy guild manager like Santa Claus says satisfactorily with a long, white beard.

Escorts are best not to be active.

"But an assassin guild sounds sword-soaked. Aren't you going to change your name?

Santa always hears what she thought when the report ends and she enters into a chat.

The chief of the Assassin Guild answered the familiar wind, I guess, a topic that is often heard.

"I like this name. The pressure this sounds exerts on the opponent, the Assassin's Guild, is considerable."

'Assassin Guild', turning an organization with this name against its enemies would be so ready.

I know that, but still, Santa didn't like the sound of words like 'assassination'.

The chief continues his words to Santa, who doesn't look convinced.

"No way can you name the organization that has now become the mother of none. The Bandit Guild."

I guess it's meant to be a joke, chief laughing.

Santa laughs back, courteously.

Indeed, if you ask for VIP protection, 'Bandit Guild' sounds worse than 'Assassin Guild'. There is such an atmosphere of words that you are likely to be betrayed and sold off.

There was a knock there, and the hangar informed me that a guard had arrived.

Let me through here.

Something seems to have gone wrong with security.

On the contrary, then, you'd better ask the assassin guild reps as well.

Santa decides so.

"Excuse me."

Security guard who enters the room and starts reporting.

The contents were that the previous pilot appeared in the knight hangar and demanded that he pass inside.

Santa, who received the report, tilts his neck.

Why, by now, come and get your personal belongings. No, in the first place, there shouldn't have been anything personal.

The chief of the Assassin's Alliance speaks to Santa, whose expression does not fall.

"You smell like lies."

To Santa, who raises a single eyebrow, overlap words.

"When there is no talk, there is a lie. That's what you should see."

"And say,"

Santa urged the continuation.

"Isn't it false that you're here to pick up your personal belongings, and you're here to set something up"

Hear the words of the chief of the Assassin Guild and the face of the guard becomes stiff.

"You can think of breaking, stealing, eavesdropping, anything."

Santa entertains the opinion of Chief Assassin Alliance. At the same time, I had my predecessor's pilot on my mind.

It's not an impossible story, no, this one comes tighter.

Give instructions to the guards immediately.

"Never, never let it pass. I'll look for your personal belongings. Tell them to send out a search request in writing."

And if there should be any noise with it, he commanded him to drive him back, and sent him back to the hangar.

And turn around and thank the chief of the Assassin's Guild.

"I don't care that much, it helped"

"No, the original is the Bandit Guild, so the sights are close."

A laughing face that can be both a joke and a mockery.

So the chief of the assassin's guild looks surprised.

"Still, you feel a lot childish"

He came from the front and came to get his things.

If this were me, I would have screamed, "Medicine inside," pretending to be an injury or seizure.

The key is to appeal to their conscience and not give them time to judge.

"Well, I grew up in a greenhouse."

Santa answers.

A former pilot has no other life experience than a pilot.

Due to the high social standing of the pilot, it's a life where he can be recommended to sit right after he leaves school.

(Pilot's school?)

school, comes to mind in the part called, sighs.

Graduates of the Pilot's School are sweet to juniors. Santa sees it that way.

There is no forgiveness for those who differ in values like Tauro. All denied. But on the other hand, there is something tolerant about the incompetent.

The former pilot is not capable of being recruited by the Knights, but only values are close to true knights.

(From the connections at the pilot's school, you might say something.)

In fact, I hired him in the Merchant Guild only if there was pressure from the Knights.

(You usually have heavy hips, but they're just enthusiastic people who stick their mouths in things like this)

Take the white, smaller cup in front of you and mouth it.

It's like trying to blame the coffee for the unexpectedly floating look on your face.

(What should I do to say no so the corners don't stand too high)

Santa put her mind to it.