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

I returned to the inn.

Today's mission: find a job.

Result? Nothing.

But if we're talking about finding trouble? Oh, that's basically an all-you-can-eat buffet in this world. Want a small problem? A big one? Medium spicy existential crisis? They've got it all.

Just imagine if someone like Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan got isekai'd here.

They'd be jumping around like kids in a candy store.

This world is bursting with mystery, conspiracies, and murders — a paradise for detectives, but a living hell for someone like me who just wants a peaceful life and to save up for a vacation.

But since I'm not a hero, not a detective, and definitely not someone with the patience for political drama…I went to sleep.

Hoping that by morning, everything would be fine, and I could finally leave this absurd kingdom called Pavilion.

But of course…Things are never that easy.

The next morning, before I could even take one step out of the city, I heard the news:

The royal family of Pavilion had been murdered.

All of them.

It felt like watching the season finale of a show I never followed, but being forced to watch from the middle.

Shocking? Sure.

Panic-worthy? Maybe.

But most importantly…

"HOW IS THAT MY PROBLEM?"

Turns out — it is my problem.

Because the side effect of a royal massacre is:

Full city lockdown.

Gates shut.

Roads guarded.

Every tourist under inspection.

And me? Obviously stuck inside.

Just imagine.

A city full of brainwashed citizens who might be one step away from inviting you to worship their New King… and I have to stay here.

Can't leave.

Brilliant.

Fantastic.

Phenomenal.

"Pavilion… truly the vacation package no one asked for."

That day, I officially became an unofficial prisoner of the Pavilion Kingdom.

Not because I was a criminal, not because I was wanted.

I was just a tourist who, unfortunately… happened to be breathing at the wrong place and time.

The kingdom decided to go into lockdown — for "safety," they said.

But honestly, it felt more like:

"Let's lock everyone in so they can't escape the final episode of our drama!"

I stood at the city gate, holding my bag, hope written all over my face—Only to be stopped by a soldier who looked like he failed the audition for the Power Rangers.

"Sorry, all gates are closed until the investigation is complete."

Investigation.

Yeah, right.

As if they're actually going to find the culprit.

They'll probably end up blaming a sheep, or a tree, or a passing gust of wind.

So, I returned to the inn. Again.

It's starting to feel like my daily cycle:

Wake up → look for a job → witness weird stuff → return to the inn → sleep while wondering why I wasn't born as a koi fish instead.

At the inn, all the other tourists had gathered.

Some were starting to panic, others pretending to be calm, and the rest?

Well… there's me.

I just sat quietly in the corner, observing like a grandma watching a soap opera.

Then, one of the tourists leaned in and whispered:

"You hear? They say the king was killed by someone on the inside…"

I nodded slowly.

Though in my heart, all I could think was:

"Whoever did it, fine. Just don't tell me I have to save this kingdom. I'm a tourist, not a therapist for corrupt royalty."

But because life isn't as generous as a 44%-off marketplace promo, of course…

That night, just as I was about to sleep…

Knock... knock... knock...

A knock on the door of my inn room.

Soft… but haunting.

Was it a royal officer?

Was it the killer?

Or… maybe just a food delivery guy who got lost?

Too bad this world doesn't have Pizza Delivery Food.