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

The library is located in the Literary District, east of the Royal Palace. Near the Royal School of Magic.

Upon arrival, I present my guild card at the entrance. And I paid to enter.

The amount is determined by the entry book area.

The area I go to is the general area, so it's the cheapest. Five stone coins.

(First, I'd like to know what the Elf Forest is, what the Sage of the Forest is, what summoning magic is, and the area around it)

Posted on the wall, moving as you look at the book map.

And find a bookcase lined with books on geography and museum relations.

(First, Elf Forest..., I guess this guy called Spirit Forest)

I found a statement like that, so I read it.

Spirit Forest

Forest zone extending into the northern part of the Ost continent.

By the Convention on the Forest of the Spirit, ratified in 313 of the Kingdom calendar, each country renounced its territorial sovereignty or claim in the forest of the Spirit.

However, the elf forces did not acknowledge this, claiming a prerogative and still continue to exercise effective control without a legal basis.

(Wow)

From the beginning of something, I read a disturbing statement.

I don't know anything about this, so I'm through.

Next, I found a statement about the sage in the woods, so I'll read this one.

Sage of the Woods

One of the spiritual beasts.

Live in the Spirit Forest.

He has an ibo foot on his cylindrical body and has a similar appearance to an imobe.

Eat magical leaves.

For this reason, in recent years, it has been excluded from the world tree perimeter for the purpose of world tree protection.

The nature is warm.

Occasionally, I have the habit of lifting my head, for a short time, and not moving.

It became known as the "sage of the woods" because the figure also seemed to contemplate it.

(... the name comes from terrible sources. At all, wisdom has nothing to do with it. Besides, they treat me like a pest)

I read the Spirit Beast item.

There, by appearance, are names such as cats, dogs, wolves, owls, unicorns and pegasus. By the way, Imomi treated, "... besides these, there are many different kinds".

Capabilities range from being highly aggressive, highly defensive, rideable, riding and flying, consulting, babysitting and reconnaissance.

I lit up books and pages everywhere, but I couldn't find any description anywhere that would make the sage of the woods have any special abilities.

(This makes both of those elves happy)

My spiritual beast reminded me of a concierge smile when I found out he was a sage in the woods.

Find out about the summons.

There seem to be many different types of summons, so narrow them down to Spirit Beast summons and examine them.

According to that,

When the achievements laid down in the Magi Carta of the Great Charter are accomplished, the Spirit Beast is summoned and given to the subject.

The summons is carried out automatically by the Magi Carta, the Grand Charter.

The Spirit Beast is summoned from the Spirit Forest.

A subordinate relationship is established between the subject and the summoned Spirit Beast by summoning magic.

The legality of the summoned spiritual beast is not yet well understood.

It was.

Magi Karta, the grand charter that appears in the text, is a magical system that is automatic and activated, with great magic organized by elves in ancient times, that minimally protects the order of the elf world.

(It's kind of hard, I don't know)

I finished looking into what I wanted, so I left the library behind.

In the student district, have lunch around sandwiches.

So I got a little worried about Imosque, so I decided to go home once.

"Imosque, are you okay? Birds haven't eaten you?

I'll tell you what, I'm going out to the garden.

It was okay. Just like this morning, I'm having lunch on a branch of a herb tree.

As I watched often, I raised my head and stopped moving.

Looking at it as it was, I got back in shape and started eating again.

"I see, this is the guy you seem to be thinking about."

I usually just think in my heart, but now I have a family called Imosuke. I dared to say it in my mouth.

After a few moments, I pose for thoughts, the same as I just did.

That's when I felt like I saw something small, falling straight down from Imosuke.

Now, look more carefully.

I put my left hand below Imosuke so that no matter what happened.

After a while, Imosuke poses as a thought.

At that time, something still fell down.

I catch it quickly with my left hand.

On the palm of his hand was something like a black sesame grain.

"Imoske, what is this?

I'll ask.

Imoske answered after doing a trick that peeked into my palm.

"Yeah."

... I see, I'm convinced. I guess so, even so.

Suddenly the urge for laughter crept up and he laughed for a while with a voice.

I don't know why. I didn't even remember what got in my bump.

"No, well, a thought pose was how you behaved when you shit"

Without knowing it, I took the liberty of having an intelligent impression of the behavior. And that's what "sage of the woods" came from.

Maybe that was funny.

I dropped the shit on my palm in the garden, laughed and apologized to Imosque, washed my hands and left the house.

I came before Sione.

Breathe deeply a few times.

Today is the day I'm going to break through the sidelines I refrain from on both sides and go to the chick stand.

I pushed the door open with strong determination in my chest.

"Is that it?"

When I walked into the lobby, there was no sideline. Not one.

Seeing me look surprised, the concierge drops by.

"My apologies, Master Tauro, for this. As a matter of fact, all the sidelines were rented out today."

I'm surprised there were almost twenty of them.

"Rent Out! All Sidelines?"

Concierge snorts, yes.

Some of them are fancy.

I got interested, and I asked who borrowed it.

Of course, if it seems hard to say, I'm not going to force you.

There will be a lot of confidentiality and information security.

"My name is Dolba."

He just told me that he was waiting, not what I expected.

The concierge is proud, tense his chest and slightly picky his nose.

From the looks of it, I guess Dolba and I are celebrities.

... Dolba... Dolba, I think I heard it somewhere.

"It would be an honor for you to choose us as your hero."

Uh, I remember. He is the leader of a team of adventurers who defeated Lesser Salamander in the mining town.

Sure, you said it was time to arrive in the king's capital or something.

"Are you borrowing, on the team?

"No, you're alone."

To answer that, I look around the sideline seats on both sides.

"There were nearly twenty of us, weren't there?

Twenty-four, to be exact.

I'm stunned.

No matter how much of an armed adventurer you are, your body is one. How do we treat the equivalent of one class of schools?

"What are we going to do in two hours?"

Even as I am stunned, I have questions about it.

The eye of the concierge bears the light of victory.

The eyes seem to say that heroes are different.

"It's not two hours. From opening to closing."

Now it's time for me to admire it from the bottom of my heart.

Until then, I thought I could do it, too, as long as it cost me money.

But Dolba, heroes are different.

Whatever you can do about it financially, I didn't get this idea.

As a man, it's a complete defeat.

From opening to closing, I owe two dozen magic girls.

Twenty-four in 48 eyes, mouth and tongue.

What are you willing to do, and what are you willing to let them do?

A gentleman. Exactly the gentleman in the gentleman. Cynthia, Cynthia, Synthest. A gentleman's finest.

(Does a hero have a different perspective than an ordinary person?)

I have a slight respect for Dolba in this case that I haven't seen yet.

And for the first time, I came to the front of the chick.

With the power of my own will, I haven't come to shake off the temptation of the sideline, but let's just say okay.

Watch the chicks.

(I've only had big tits lately, so should I be slender today?)

I have my wife's boobs floating in my brain when I trained her to combat elves. They're all goddesses of abundance.

That's when there was something flashing in my peachy brain cells.

Invite a concierge.

"Is there a wife in here? Not ex, active."

Whisper.

If you're here, let's make it a wife today.

"Yes, there are several"

The concierge, too, whispers it back to me.

I don't need to whisper, but my wife, she feels something disloyal.

I told you, I nominated a woman among them.

According to the concierge, you have two children, about the junior year of primary school.

So while you're at it, the shape is slender.

Overall refreshing, but still moist with meat, depending on age.

Straight long hair, calm makeup.

It's such a woman who has an indescribable luster and if she sees it in the city, she'll want to follow it by accident.

I nominated him without hesitation.

In the room, time starts for the two of us.

I sat on the couch, I put my wife on my lap, and I wandered from behind. From the top of my clothes.

It's the usual grooming attack with a demonic eye.

By the way, I no longer have to look them in the eye when I use them.

All you have to do is touch one part of your body.

Technically, if it's close range, you don't have to touch it to figure it out, but it consumes a lot of mental power, so it couldn't be used for practical purposes.

In my arms, gradually, I lose my strength.

My wife's professionalism stretches out to serve me, but I gently pay for it.

For starters, I'm going to unilaterally please you.

Cook carefully over cottonseed and low heat so that the meat is tender.

The fire went through to the wife's core, and the color temperature, overall, went from bright orange to dark yellow.

There is also a bright yellow color on the spot.

My jaw, it's completely up.

(Well, let's get started)

When I saw it, I would start the flashing play earlier.

First, whisper nastyly in the ears of a completely loose tron wife.

"Hey, ma'am. Which feels better, me or your wife's husband?

To the wife's eyes, she rapidly returns to sanity.

And I said, "What are you talking about, this guy?," brings to mind the expression.

I ignore it and decide what's bright in the light, with my fingers.

Until now, the wife has been completely alarmed because it was a gentle stimulus by grooming.

The defensive reaction fails in time and is eaten into weakness while being defenseless, and the impact stops the breathing for a few moments.

I repeat the question with a nasty laugh at the reaction.

"Which feels better, me or your wife's husband?

The wife, who manages to rebuild spiritually, ties her mouth into one letter and glances at this one.

(This is it, this. I wanted to play this)

I get my wife's rugged gaze and poppy my spine.

And think about yourself.

(I did feel a wave of inferiority within myself when I found out my wife's big tits were real active wives)

Reminds me of my wife's boobs the other day.

(But at that time, it was full of anti-elf training)

The fact that his wife's boobs revealed openly that he was an active wife makes it possible that there is nothing in this world's ethics.

Therefore, this treacherous inferiority may not be shared with the wife.

Anyway, as a job, they work in a whorehouse with dignity.

Talking about my husband at work is a violation of manners. Perhaps that degree of recognition.

Still, I don't mind.

Now I want to be caught in this wave of inferiority.

I whisper in my ear as I decide to keep my wife from falling apart at once.

"Wow, so much is happening. This means I feel better, right?

The wife hardens herself and endures, shaking her neck left and right.

"Well, I don't think so."

I can't rest my hands, but I keep sending the stimulus, taking care not to burst out.

"Your husband knows everything about your wife, doesn't he? But neither do I. You know more about your wife than your wife, don't you?

The wife shakes her head violently.

"Uh, I don't believe you"

I show evidence with a humble laugh.

"Look, here. Look, here too. Unexpectedly, so is this area. How's...? Believe it? You have to believe it."

The wife even denies it.

(Ha, this situation is awesome)

About my wife's boobs, I lurked within myself, knowing the beast existed.

The beast is too dangerous to release into the field.

If you let it go to the field, the only future you'll be waiting for me will be "while you're pushing your wife down, your husband comes back from work, beaten to death".

But everything in the whorehouse is legal. There's nothing wrong with that.

Even magic girls are the same. It's in the whorehouse, it's legal.

In a whorehouse, guests with gold can do as they please to some extent.

The power that can be done to its liking is comparable to the Great Wizard, though not as good as God's.

Evidence of this is that Dolba, the hero adventurer, continues to summon as many as twenty-four magical girls.

"Still don't believe me? I can't help it. Then I'll show you where to put it."

I keep exhaling rough in my ears as I bully my nettine and wife.

And I give my wife's Maust Favorite Point, which I just discovered, a weapon.

I love my wife, it's the heart of a flower that would be my big favorite, a daisy flower.

As a matter of fact, it is that part of the wife that is now showing high color temperatures.

Specifically, the area straight from the flower to the back is glowing in a white barrel.

That's my wife.

No way, look at me with the look on your face.

Is it doubtful that they may have learned their secrets or the secrets of the couple?

I desperately start resisting, as if to say, I don't want to believe what secrets have revealed.

So I have the lowest laugh.

It's an amazing, nasty laugh of pleasure myself.

My wife's face is distorted by disgust.

Although it resists, the precious daisy blossoms push the weapon on it, and there is nothing we can do about it.

I slowly push my weapon into the chrysanthemum blossom, laughing.

Amazing softness wraps me up. That's my wife.

Not so much, and the fierce resistance stopped. That's Maust Favorite Point. It works differently.

The sloppy loose face is very hard for your child to see.

In that case, my wave of inferiority has grown. While I'm at it, I can't help it.

"Your wife really loves daisy flowers."

I whisper in my ear.

Does the wife still have the last pillar, shaking her head to deny it?

Even though physics is completely subdued, the spirit has not yet succumbed. That's my wife.

The moment I felt that way, I felt a faint current rushing up my spine.

(Ugh, freaking out)

Afterwards, I enjoyed the uphill plenty until my wife's spirit gave in, and the downhill after giving in, more than that.

"... Manners Violation"

In a pillow talk at the end of the play, his wife repeatedly said so.

Again, in this world, it doesn't seem to be an ethical big deal.

But in the meantime, it seems that bringing up the private partner story was quite a violation of manners.

But her atmosphere doesn't look like she's angry or offended.

That looks more like a girl than a wife already.

I'm listening.

"But it wasn't a bad idea to play while remembering your husband?

My face is ugly distorted by an inferior laugh.

The wife, staring at it, nodded embarrassingly as she took her gaze off. And you've been laying your own face on my face, like you're hiding the lights.