The NTR Knight Commander has Decided to Desert

Chapter 1

"Haaah... haa..."

"Haa..."

A man and a woman lay entangled on a bed inside a military tent.

The man with blond hair and blue eyes, and the woman with black hair and blue eyes,

were locked in a kiss, exploring each other's bodies in that moment.

"Hngh... haa... General... I... I can't anymore..."

"Yes, I know. Stop whining."

With more passion than the bloody battle that had taken place this morning, the two caressed one another.

At the same time, their hands continued preparing for the greater pleasure that was to follow.

Just then.

"Ge... General! General Neto!"

"!..."

"Tch..."

A sudden, disruptive voice rang out.

Though it was an irritating and unpleasant voice that shattered the heated mood,

they both understood what it meant for someone to call out despite strict orders not to disturb them unless it was urgent.

Hastily, the two began straightening their clothes to receive the visitor.

And moments later, a subordinate officer in uniform entered with a tense expression on his face.

"What on earth is going on? Why all this commotion in the middle of the night?"

The man asked with clear irritation.

The commander leading the 5,000 troops encamped here,

General Neto North's question was met with a bow as the officer began to report the situation.

And the moment the urgent report ended—

"Wh... what are you saying? So... someone's deserted?"

General Neto, jolted to full awareness, sprang up from the bed in alarm.

The officer, still bowing deeply, spoke again in a trembling voice.

"Sir, Commander Cromwell has deserted. There are reports that he rode out toward the direction of the colonial rebels."

"C... Cromwell? Y-you're saying he went to the enemy?"

"! N-no way..."

Shocked by the officer's words, the two looked at each other in disbelief.

Then, a moment later, General Neto turned to the officer and spoke in a hurried tone.

"Send a pursuit squad immediately and bring Cromwell back. We cannot allow him to defect to the rebels!"

"Y-yes, sir!"

At General Neto's command, the officer ran out at once.

And just like that, the sweet atmosphere from moments before was completely shattered.

The woman who had been about to share a passionate night with General Neto...

Clara, a woman who held the rank of Holy Knight,

spoke to the man before her—her new lover—with a trembling voice.

"General, could it be... Cromwell found out about our relationship?"

"That's impossible. We've kept this hidden from him completely. Though, there are a few others who may have suspected something..."

"Th-then what could it be...?"

"Maybe... my plan has been exposed. In any case, we'll hear the details once we've captured him. Either way, we can't let him fall into rebel hands."

With that, General Neto dressed himself in the uniform he had discarded, his fury evident.

Though he regretted the interrupted night with her, he knew full well this wasn't the time to indulge.

As he dressed, General Neto quietly spoke to Clara, who was watching him with a worried expression.

"There's no need to be so anxious. Perhaps... this is a good chance to take that troublesome man's head. We were going to deal with him after the war anyway."

"Th-that might be... a good idea. Sooner or later, that man was destined to die for our sake."

"It's just a shame we didn't act sooner. I'll head out now—take care of things here."

"Yes, sir. Understood."

With those words, General Neto fastened his wand at his waist and stepped outside.

Watching his back as he left,

Clara, anxious about what might happen, began biting her nails.

'I'm sure it won't happen... but what if this mess blows back on me? Damn it, that bastard Cromwell... Just when I finally grabbed hold of my golden lifeline, he screws me like this. If I ever see him again, I won't let it slide.'

And so, Clara, who had been smiling and showing affection to that man just this morning, now burned with fury toward him.

She then donned the armor she had left on the floor and grabbed her sword.

The steel sword that man had once gifted her.

Realizing she no longer needed to wear it and play the role of a dimwitted fiancée, she left the tent, intent on disposing of it as soon as possible.

*

A black horse galloped through the darkness.

Atop it rode a man with brown hair and black eyes,

clad in the armor of the Britannian Imperial Army.

Though he appeared to be in his early twenties, it was clear at a glance that he was no ordinary man.

Just then,

a woman's voice called out from behind him.

"Stop right there! Commander Cromwell!"

A woman with golden hair and golden eyes.

Likely in her late teens, she rode a white horse,

and with a group of soldiers, she quickly charged ahead to block his path...

The Commander of the Britannian Empire's knights,

stood before none other than Holy Knight Edward Cromwell.

"What is this about, Deputy Olivier? If you're here to stop me, I suggest you don't bother."

Cromwell spoke in a quiet but icy voice.

In response, the blonde woman spoke with urgency.

"What are you doing, Commander?! Abandoning the Empire to run off to those colonial rebels? If you must, then at least come back with me. I'll explain everything to Supreme Commander Neto."

"Explain everything... As in, tell him I deserted and tried to defect to the enemy, so he should make sure to kill me?"

"! Th-that's not it, I... I would never do something like that to you, Commander..."

Olivier faltered at Cromwell's words.

Then...

- –Thud!

"Guh-urk!"

Cromwell struck her abdomen with the hilt of his sword in an instant.

Olivier's body tumbled off her horse.

The soldiers watching the scene flinched and began reaching for their weapons.

However,

as if to suppress their reaction, Cromwell released a sudden, powerful presence,

and stared coldly at the fallen Olivier as he spoke.

"You've done enough already. I kept my mouth shut all this time, and you thought I was some fool to be used? After all the trust I gave you, you stab me in the back like this?"

"Cough! Th-that's not true... I... I only... only wanted to..."

"Wanted what? To bleed me dry like a chump? Yeah, I bet. Cromwell... I've been spoon-feeding you bastards training and merit this whole time."

With those words, Cromwell drew his sword and pointed it at Olivier's throat.

His expression, filled with a chilling rage he had never shown before,

made Olivier feel that the man before her was someone entirely different from the Cromwell she thought she knew.

"C-Commander...?"

"Don't ever show yourself before me again. Next time, I'll make sure to take your head."

With that, Cromwell sheathed his sword and galloped off into the darkness.

Though he was the one fleeing, his unshaken confidence left the surrounding soldiers unable to stop their former commander—they could only watch him go.

Having subdued the area with his sheer presence, he calmly escaped their pursuit.

And she...

Olivier sat collapsed on the ground, unable to rise, as tears began to fall from her eyes.

'Ah... no... I... I didn't... this isn't what I wanted... Why... why did it have to end up like this? Commander Cromwell...'

Olivier, consumed by despair, began to regret her past actions.

Meanwhile, the man who had left her side and was now heading toward the fortress ahead—Holy Knight Edward Cromwell—began to smile deeply as he examined the contents of the translucent window only he could see.

'Good, just like in the game, coming at her strong really works. This is my ticket out of that god-awful bad ending!'