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

Wang Du, it has been raining cold since morning.

The sky is covered by dark rain clouds, and even though it is day, it is dim.

Under distracting weather, a knight is running towards the king's capital.

Definitely a knight belonging to the Knights of the Kingdom, but things are not right. Because in the vicinity of Wang Du, he was traveling at a rate that was usually unacceptable.

A guard who felt an anomaly signals and a knight guarding the main entrance stands still. It's heavily armored and low center of gravity to see, but it's a cavalry that doesn't seem maneuverable.

The approaching Class B knight slows sharply and kneels in front of the guardian knight.

Immediately chest armor jumped up and the pilot came out to roll from inside. When he exchanges two or three words with a nearby guard, he rushes out into the gate.

The people in line waiting to get started turn a blind eye to what the pilot looks like as he runs by his side. And he began to chirp casual speculation with hissohisso.

Knight's chest armor remains raised. Occasionally the rain blew into the cockpit.

"... what?

That's all the Knights Commander could say when he heard the report.

This is the Knights Chief's office at Knights headquarters.

And the wet, dirty man in front of you is one of the junior pilots who recently headed for a heavy horse riding (Heavy Lancer) sweep.

The news he brought was shocking.

Complete defeat.

In a nutshell, that's it.

Details are unknown, but there is no doubt that many pilots and knights have been lost.

And that wasn't the only problem.

An unidentified magic attack, said to have been unleashed on the battlefield.

A bunch of heavy-horse "Heavy Lancers" who disappeared to Koka with little or no reduction in numbers.

We have no idea when or where an incompetent enemy will strike with Heavy Lancer.

"It's not possible."

The Knights Commander didn't think about anything other than good news coming. Naturally, I haven't hit one hand in case of defeat either.

Thoughts didn't move forward, they just repeated the same words over and over again.

The time goes back slightly and back to that morning.

The location is the plain in northwest of Wangdu. Last night, heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer ravaged the Knights of the Kingdom.

Unlike the King's Capital, where it rains cold, there is a chill here that seems cold to the core, and a blue sky.

Beneath that clear blue sky lay the remains of many knights, during which the Class B knights were moving around.

And there comes a single beige knight approaching, roughly like he said.

(... looks ok)

In the cockpit of the old lady Old Lady, I stroke my chest down.

The surrounding Class B knights turn their faces here once, but return to work as if they had lost interest. It looks like no enemy has been certified.

Seeing the tent stretched, make the old lady "Old Lady" stop on its side.

A few pilots show their faces from the tent, but as soon as they realized it was the old lady, the Old Lady, they pulled in.

They don't care about my life or my death. Except Cornell.

"Mr. Tauro! Well done. You're safe!

Shortly after we rendezvous, Cornell comes running over with a shout.

I was just on my way down the rope from the cockpit of Old Lady, the old lady who made me kneel. Rotate left and right several times, but get off to the ground.

With a smile on his face, he looked back at Cornell, where he was disappointed to grab both hands.

"Good! I'm so glad!

With that said, wave your hands up and down. I am overflowing with tears and I am very happy with my feelings.

"Hey, wait a minute, please"

But it's too powerful. I think I'm losing my shoulder without joking.

Finally calm Cornell and rejoice in each other's resurrection.

Looking good, Cornell seems terrible.

I guess he was hitting rescue all night in the cold. There is dirt on his fatigued face.

Cracker in the Combiff, apple and coffee dinner, and I'm not the same person who slept in the cockpit till morning.

(Guess he hasn't even turned on the heating)

My hands were cold out, too.

If you had been running knights all night, you would have spared a little magic.

Do not be tempted to sleep with the air conditioning on and boil down to the hot water.

"Mr. Tauro, did you eat the mesh?

I guess it's my share, trying to give you a bowl in your hand.

Sounds like oatmeal, but they're cold to see. Maybe I worked it out with water.

"It's okay. I'm here."

I respond in a hurry.

By the way, my breakfast is on a board chocolate in a fruit cereal bar. Drinks are hot coffee full of milk.

(I don't serve meals other than the Knights. I wondered what it was when I heard that, but it helped me back)

I don't know about the senior pilot, but the lower pilot's portable food is crude. If it were to be given to me, it would be the same or less.

Cornell, who carries a spoon in his mouth in front of him, has a big face.

I will enter the tent and report to the captain of the junior pilot.

The contents are easy, wait till it brightens up, and I'm back. That's all.

Once offered to help, he was offered to be on guard around him with an annoying look.

(Other than the Knights, you don't want to show them)

What remains on the battlefield is the appearance of a loss of dignity.

I don't know how that feels, but I don't.

I acknowledge, slowly circle the perimeter of the battlefield.

What's in my eyes is the appearance of the junior pilots who continue to work everywhere.

In one place, a knight is about to rip open a shaky, unopened chest armor.

Black blood overflows heavily from the gap that begins to open with the murmur.

Check it out, rescue or retrieve it. The harshness of the task would be considerable.

When I had dinner with Cornell at noon, I heard talk to back it up.

"Hey, it depends on how sturdy you are"

Chew the whole grain cracker into bunches and pour it in with water while Cornell mouths it.

It is a floating tone, regardless of what is spoken.

This man always does. No matter how serious the story is, no, pretend so lightly that it is.

"It took more than twice the other knights to open it."

I'm talking about the deputy commander's A-level knight.

The pricey version of the Vice Commander's Horseman Cornell's Class B knight has only one hatch in the cockpit. It just jumps up.

But the deputy captain rides differently. After the chest armor goes up, the hatch below it opens to the left and right. For what was doubling, I was protecting the pilot more robustly.

"The shell was safe."

Cornell continues.

The Deputy Commander's death was caused by a magical attack. Thanks to the sturdy knight, no damage or deformation was seen around the cockpit, he said.

"It's steamed, that's"

But the magic attack didn't seem to prevail.

Smoke was rising from the auxiliary demon square storage area for the magic barrier. Seeing that, he had a bad feeling.

When I opened the hatch forcefully from the outside, the hunch changed into reality.

"Imagine the foil baking wrap, the moment you opened that one. It smelled like that."

Cornell, who talks while distorting his face thoughtfully, still chews, is just fine.

To the deputy commander, I only think about it differently, but I didn't have to get this kind of explanation.

"By the way, what was that magic attack?"

Cornell changed the story.

Apparently an attack that inflicted a lateral blow on the Knights main force and also became the main cause of their defeat.

Sometimes it seemed to glow so hard that it was.

"Isn't it the magic of heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer?

Right after I put it in my mouth, I realized something was wrong with me.

I had a long chase with Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse rider, but didn't show any magical bareback.

"Heavy Lancer can't use magic."

Cornell has the look of a man.

"Other warcraft, or knights of other nations.... None of them come with a pin."

Apparently the pieces don't engage well in the brain. If Cornell doesn't know, I can't possibly tell.

Eventually, Cornell summed up the story himself.

"He hasn't attacked us at the moment, so let's say we think he's saved us."

Continue the conversation further while dampening your throat with water in the cold.

I want to serve a warm cup of coffee, but my surrounding eyes peeled.

Cornell brought it up about how we would be treated afterwards.

"... I think Mr. Tauro will be fine, but we could suck"

The expression is slightly dark and somewhere cold breezy.

"As you can see, Mr. Tauro did his job properly."

I snort.

If that's what you're thinking, it's very helpful.

(In fact, if you just look at the movement, you're right)

It doesn't matter what happened to my thoughts.

"On the contrary, we were led west instead of west."

There seems to be something I'm not convinced of, and the tone mixes bitterness.

Perhaps the timing of the magic attack, there's dissatisfaction there. Apparently the deputy commander instructed, but the deputy commander is not already in the world.

(That was definitely shooting at us. Don't the Cornells know about it?)

It's about me and the old lady Old Lady when they were on the west side of Heavy Lancer.

"The main force moved forward to save Mr. Tauro and was ambushed en route. In the first place, it's because of our magic attacks."

I was surprised by the words.

That seems to be the understanding among the junior pilots. The deputy commander did not appear to have collapsed before the junior pilots.

"But it's all instructions above, isn't it? Besides, wasn't it because the main vigilance was off the hook?

Speak up and ask.

There must be nothing to hold the junior pilots accountable.

But Cornell made a thin smile with the look he gave up and shook his neck left and right.

"You're wasting it all up there. Someone alive will have to take responsibility."

Many of the senior and intermediate pilots have been killed in action or have suffered major injuries. Instead of the intact, no one is even in a position to report to the Knights headquarters.

It is the captain of the junior pilot who is in command at the moment.

"But Mr. Tauro. It was really safe and above all. When I saw that formation, I didn't think I could do it anymore."

Cornell says, lightening up his expression a little.

But my expression is sinister.

"... Fine, I was envious of you"

"I'm in a different position. The Knights will not abandon them, whether they are junior pilots or not, if they give them dangerous assignments."

The expression contains. After all, Cornell seems to know.

"The Merchant Guild Knight pilot says it's not the case"

To my words, snort.

"As I said earlier, it's too late to move forward to save Mr. Tauro."

After cutting one end of the word, I went on like it was hard to say.

"I don't know how far I've been thinking. But I don't care if you die, I thought so."

Then he frowned heavily and made a thick vertical wax between his brows.

"Upstairs, I was worried about Mr. Tauro."

We looked at each other and took a deep sigh.

After lunch, he is called to the captain of the junior pilot and goes to the tent.

What I was told there was that you could go home.

There's nothing more I can do.

No enemies like Warcraft could be found around.

If you're going to rescue or process the Knights alone, I don't have a particular job.

"I know you do, but you don't have to say anything."

The captain tells.

If you violate it, you are awaiting heavy punishment. They're going to lay down a warrant.

Copy that, sir.

I'll thank you and leave the tent behind.

I look around as I head to the old lady Old Lady, but I don't see Cornell. He said he could say hello.

Except for me, by the way, they're gonna keep working here until the replacement personnel arrive.

(We're leaving!

Me and the old lady, The Old Lady, set out for the King's Capital.

After coming out of the Knights' sight, he's on full sickness in the hover. Continue it until people show up on the street.

Is it partly because of the rain that came along the way, the crowd is few? Multiple times faster than when you come, you earn your way.

And me and the old lady, the Old Lady, arrived safely in the capital of the Kings before dark.

"I'm home now"

The sun goes down, and at once they take a taxi to the Golem carriage, and I arrive at the Merchant's Guild.

"Hey, you're back. You're safe. More than anything."

In the Alliance Leader's room were the Alliance Leader and the Deputy Alliance Leader.

Usually it's time to go home, but the old lady, Old Lady, may have arrived and returned.

"There's a lot going on."

I've been given a password, but I'm not going to keep it a secret from the Alliance leaders.

I will talk about being set in a trap, running away from heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer, and the destruction of the Knights' main force.

Trained and attacked were duly clouded.

"Good, you're safe."

The guild chief nodded many times and once again was pleased with my safety.

I have a difficult look about the fact that I was about to be killed.

"Criminal liability is irresponsible for actions during the operation"

If we were to punish him, we would be talking inside the Knights. And, no doubt, the Knights will never move on this matter.

"It's not like I accidentally attacked an ally. Because I was just trying to beat the beast."

I had predictions. Because there is no evidence, it is difficult to protest.

We have no choice but to defend ourselves against similar events that may happen in the future. That's what I'm saying.

But I didn't even think about losing.

Then he turns his tone into a grunt and sighs.

"Right. I saw rows coming out, but there was a higher percentage of A-level knights than usual. I thought you might be overpowered."

Santa, the deputy guild chief, seems to agree.

"In any case, the kingdom's power of war was greatly undermined. I don't think they're watching me in silence."

"… Empire, is it"

To Santa's inquiry, the Alliance Chief's gaze moves from me to Santa.

"It's most likely."

The guild chief answered, reticent for a while. And open your mouth.

"Imagine a time of war and start saving supplies. Transport routes and staging points are different from normal times."

Taking that word, Santa starts moving, too.

"If your opponent is outside the Empire, you should think about it and have a plan of several kinds."

Based on my information, the Merchant Alliance was about to start moving.

Look at that, I'm in a hurry.

"Mr. Tauro, I know about the warrant, so don't worry."

You must have noticed how I was doing. Santa laughed like a prank.

"This is one way of doing business. Don't make public moves, get distracted, divulge information, and lose interest."

Plus, keep going.

"Gather supplies in the private sector and secure your own transport route as well. In case this works for everyone."

profit in any phase, whether it be peace or war.

Besides, I'm not the only one who gains. It will support people's lives, blacksmith guilds and other production sides.

And as a result, it's good for the country.

I felt overwhelmed when I saw the sagginess and success of the merchant in front of me.