That Time When I Woke Up I Become A Knight In Another World

Night fell.

Dark sky, stars twinkling—classic. The kind of atmosphere anime loves to use right before something epic goes down.

And me?

I was sitting on the ground, hugging my knees, silently praying that nothing epic would happen tonight.

Seriously. In this world, when something "epic" happens, it usually means blood, monsters, or a high-speed chase for your life.

I'm not cut out for that. I'm the kind of character who should be selling bread in the background, not the main character who suddenly gets lightning-dragon powers from the heavens.

But tonight…was calm.

Mr. Courier—or I guess, fantasy-world edition of a driver—was cooking something over the campfire.

The food actually smelled... surprisingly good.

No weird "is this human meat?" aroma to trigger my overthinking.

"Here, eat. It's simple, but it'll fill you up," he said, handing me a wooden plate.

I took it without much fuss.

"Thanks, Mr... Courier."

We sat facing the fire. Flames crackling warmly. The night breeze was cool, and—for once—I didn't have to worry about creepy noises from the shed or someone being dragged off in a burlap sack.

I ate slowly. The taste…Nothing special, but for a stomach full of trauma, it was a five-star meal.

"Haven't felt like this in a while," I muttered.

"Calm. Safe. Not being chased by a mythical cat or a psychotic innkeeper."

Mr. Courier chuckled.

"Sounds like you've been through a lot."

I chewed emotionlessly.

"If 'a lot' means almost dying several times, then yeah. A whole lot."

As I ate, my chest thumped—not from danger, but from comfort.

Something I hadn't felt much of since crash-landing in this crazy world.

And for the first time, I genuinely wished...

That tonight would stay peaceful.

No need bandit ambush.

No need monster lunging from the bushes.

No need sudden appearance of a mysterious hooded figure carrying a cursed item.

Just a campfire.

Warm food.

And one night that—please, for the love of whatever gods run this place—could just be normal.

The night kept rolling on.

The campfire still burned steadily, flickering like it wanted to whisper that maybe—just maybe—my life still had a sliver of warmth worth enjoying.

Me and Mr. Courier stayed seated, sometimes talking about trivial things like travel routes or favorite food in the Pavilion Kingdom.

Surprisingly normal conversations. Almost boring—but that's exactly what I needed.

"Sometimes I envy people who can eat without wondering if the food's poisoned or if they're gonna get stabbed mid-bite," I joked, half-serious.

Mr. Courier chuckled softly.

"You overthink too much, Miss Aria."

"Not overthinking, sir. its a Trauma."

We fell quiet again, letting the sound of crickets and crackling fire fill the night.

And occasionally… the faint snap of a twig in the distance.

"Probably just a forest animal," I told myself.

Because if it wasn't, well… whatever. I'm not some shounen anime protagonist.

But I'll admit, there was one moment when I glanced toward the darkness behind the trees and thought I saw someone. Just a second.

A silhouette.

Like… someone standing still, watching from afar.

But when I blinked—it was gone.

And honestly, was I really about to go check?

I just looked down, chewed the last of my food, and muttered to myself,

"If that's an assassin, please at least let me finish eating first."

Mr. Courier sipped his tea calmly.

He didn't say anything. Maybe he didn't see it.

Or maybe he's used to the occasional "shadowy figure in the woods" vibe.

As for me? I chose to ignore it.

Because tonight—even just for a little while—I wanted to believe that this world could be peaceful.

Meanwhile, behind the darkness,

something—whatever it was—kept watching us until the campfire nearly died out.