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

"I'm home."

Having survived a life-threatening crisis, I speak to the families who wait in the living room.

They set up a submersible at the door to the garden, and then sometimes, this is how they greet me to my room.

(But you were really in danger)

It was undoubtedly the biggest crisis since we moved to different worlds.

If one thing was different, I would have been crushed by a dark brown golem with the old lady Old Lady and herbivore mechanic.

The knight of the Merchant Alliance was about to be wiped out, including things and people.

(To the guild leaders, definitely squeezed)

After returning to Wang Du, I headed to the Guild Chief's office with that readiness.

But a grass-fed mechanic came after me in a hurry, and hung up.

"Mr. Tauro, I'll keep the report to myself, so please come home today"

You must be tired, he said.

The herbivore, on his way home, also seemed to feel largely responsible.

Probably going to take on the pissed off role by myself.

If you don't, you must be sorry.

After a little trouble, I decided to take care of the herbivore.

And I just arrived at home.

(Good to see the Imosques again)

I think it stings.

And I also get worried that if I die, what will happen to my relatives?

I felt like I knew what it was like to get life insurance for my family.

Sit at the side of Imoske and Dangolo to change your mind and tell your usual family story.

"Hmm? What's up?"

I felt something different.

It feels serious.

When I was paying attention to the two, Imosuke moved out.

On the back of the dangolo next door, start climbing.

Dangolow, stay still.

When Imoske climbed out, he turned this way. Dangolow, too, lifts his head a little.

"Fine."

... that's what appealed to me.

I'm not sure what you want to do.

All I know is that the two of them are taking it pretty seriously.

I feel a slightly mixed wave of worries, anxiety, and anxiety.

Perhaps it's two feelings.

This must be confronted with sincerity.

I got hungry, gazed at my relatives, and asked them questions.

"What, you were worried about that?"

Turn it out, it wasn't a serious story.

He was worried when he found out that I had recently formed a death squad and got me the first food eater (unicorn).

We're not in the dying regiment.

If it stays like this, it will open the distance from me.

Because of such anxiety and haste, he acted earlier.

"Fine."

"It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to scream like that."

I say, laughing.

They thought they'd join the Dying Regiment by shutting it out.

"Naturally, from the beginning, you're part of the Dying Regiment."

Really? He asks me.

"Even if it's true. The position is much higher than the first food eater (unicorn)."

He's a top executive, I'll add.

A wave of joy returned.

Here, I want to hold on tight.

Right, and I point to Imosuke.

"Imosque is the deputy chief."

Think a little.

"Dangolow is a general."

Well, the position, it would be like this.

"Both are more important than Phantom First Eaters (Unicorns)"

You seem relieved.

I couldn't feel anxiety or anything from the waves.

"Would you like to introduce me to Unicorn as your superior officer?

They are both spiritual beasts. I don't have a problem showing it to people.

Imoske and Dangolo replied after doing things that often seemed to be discussed.

He doesn't have to introduce me. They say it's good to have a shadow.

What's that, cool?

"By the way."

The presence of shadows, switches the phrase attracted mind and asks another question.

"Why are you on top of the dangolows?

I've never done this before.

The family immediately replied in solidarity.

"Mane."

Are you... are you talking about imitation?

Dying Regiment, First Eat (Unicorn), Ride Up, Imitate...

"Ahhh!

At that time, I felt like a parent watching a young child at night.

The first modified play with Unicorn was done in this room.

I guess I was watching it somewhere.

"Here! Don't do that."

Now the waves of dissatisfaction have returned to my words.

"Elf's shop, Floy. A lovely elf welcomes you 'was in danger.

I honestly don't know what happened.

One day, a customer came to the store and the next nomination was made.

And after playing, the nominee, without exception, had lost consciousness.

The consciousness was restored immediately.

But incredibly, their physical parts were incredibly sensitive sensors.

The only thing they remember is that the customer stubbornly touched that part.

But as much as we elves have been touched by a human man, there is no way we can do something about it.

(Magic, medicine. cause was neither)

Concierge clouds his face.

They were then examined in detail.

But the result was, in every way, no abnormalities, it was a healthy body.

(But there are anomalies in reality)

With a rugged eye, look around the lobby.

It was overflowing with customers waiting for the order.

And upstairs, in the private rooms, the women of the elves are succumbed to one another by their guests.

(Impossible, for a man of the people, etc. This can't happen)

Concierge bites his teeth.

The other elf women have crossed the limit.

Already, standing alone in pride.

But even that pride is broken and crushed every time you welcome a guest.

It's too sensitive to stand.

"... close the store!

The concierge gives instructions to the clerk.

Closing early to beat people is the extreme of humiliation.

But I can't keep taking any more customers.

They're gonna figure it out.

The clerks explain that that's all for today and kick out the guests.

(What to do now)

Totally tired, the concierge sits back on the couch nagging.

The customers didn't honestly try to go home and leaked their dissatisfaction. And some made a loud noise. Some of them came stuffed.

I managed to push it back, and I finally locked the front door.

"You too, go home."

The concierge shows the men of the tribe the back entrance with their jaws.

They were brainwashed by the female elves in this store.

It's called a servant.

He made both his servants chase out the people who were making a scene.

"What's up, you're telling me to go home!

Concierge is irritating.

My servants won't go home.

"Let me see you."

One of my servants says he's a boss.

The concierge struck his tongue.

A servant doesn't listen to anyone if he's an elf.

Only to your Lord will you obey.

I followed the concierge earlier because the Lord so desired.

And the desire of the servant to see the Lord cannot be stopped at the concierge.

"What are you doing? Just go home."

Baltic beauty emerges from the back and commands her servant.

The face is stronger than before, with a thicker neighborhood beneath the eyes. It is a testament to the continued harsh work.

Nine female elves have one to three servants each.

And there were twenty servants here, all of them.

"I'll do what I like."

Huh? Baltic beauty does that face. But the next moment, the look turned to surprise and fear.

A servant who is supposed to be obedient is attacking me.

The servant instantly pushes down the Baltic beauty and spreads it with both hands.

And he began to say, "My husband is most pleased."

My servant had heard. My husband says he loves beans. He said he loves to treat people.

And seeing as how the customers came out of the back of the store, I was convinced the rumors were true.

There is no way that you, the servant, can delay others.

That was the part where I could never give in.

"Ugh."

Leaking a meaningless grunt, his servant reaches for Edamame.

My husband tries to hide it with his hands, but I don't care.

All he has is that he wants to please his husband more than anyone else, that's all.

Peel off the sheath and include it in the mouth.

Good.

And seeing my husband rejoice violently makes me happy, too.

But the happiness didn't last long.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Another servant came forward.

Hit him off his shoulder and poke the servant he was ahead of.

From there, it's a spectacular edamame arrangement between servants.

This man is also a servant of Baltic beauty. There's no way I can forgive you, such as your love for anything but yourself.

But things get even worse.

For there was another, uplifting his ambition, who was imminent.

Yes, Baltic beauty, with her beauty and skill, owned as many as three servants.

The base of Baltic beauty's legs is in big trouble due to three people taking away the edamame from each other.

Baltic beauty had already stripped her white eyes and stuck her tongue out sharply.

"Stop it! Why don't you stop it!

Concierge screams.

But the servants just look at each other.

"Me, mainly, I'm going to see you"

Suddenly, one of them walks out to the back of the store.

I guess I was inspired by that, the others move out too.

Whether a sense of competition had been created with each other, the slow walk was quickly faster and, at the end of the day, everyone, was running out.

The pure thought of wanting to meet the Lord could not be stopped by the concierge or the clerks.

In the first place, it's physically impossible with that number of opponents.

If you can't stop it, you'll be furious and rampant.

"No, the brainwashing will break"

The concierge made me want to cry.

It's a golden crawl that I've struggled to brainwash and keep in hand.

That's what we're about to lose.

By the way, what the hell is brainwashing applied by an elf?

"Low Self-Implication Magic"

Actually, this is who I am.

Show strength by hinting at yourself.

Or, when you're mentally weak, don't break your heart.

It was the magic used at that time.

Naturally, magic is common among people.

However, among the elves, the use of it was inherited as a secret.

The secret art is:

"Apply to the broken heart and make him obey the sorcerer"

That's what it is.

Originally, low-lying self-alluding magic.

Normally, you can't hang anything but yourself. They play it with magic resistance.

But I was able to apply it to someone with a broken heart.

The hang-up was a response to an attempted suicide.

The surgeon applied it at no cost, but the technique worked.

I was able to gain time to prevent suicide and regain my mind.

"This helps to treat mental illness"

The surgeon rejoiced.

But it will soon be used for a different purpose.

As a means of brainwashing.

The original is low-level magic. There is no compulsion like absolute obedience.

It is exquisite to put your hands on the other person's values and let yourself swear allegiance as the Lord.

That lasts for about ten days, calmly.

However, even to that extent, it was extremely effective depending on how it was used.

"Called servant, it creates gold. And once a week, do a magic overlay and maintain '

I don't know who came up with it first.

But this vicious method allowed the operator to get all the money, the information, whatever the servant could give him anyway.

Of course, such an act is a felony. Considerable punishment awaits.

However, there were elf-like conditions.

"To the elf, do not go"

I mean, other than elves, I don't mind using them.

In the elves, I rather even encourage them.

Therefore, this method

"The art of noble elves obeying vulgar other races"

has been handed down among the Elves as a

One servant stands in a dazed manner.

Her Lord, at her feet, stretches out with her big open legs.

The edamame he sought revealed a rough appearance, and right next to him the boiled juice, intermittently blowing out.

He walked out the back door, slowly looking around and leaning his neck.

(Brainwashed, solved)

The concierge, who watched, understood.

This technique has weaknesses.

It means that the Lord must always have an advantage.

So if you knock the Lord down like you do now, your position will be reversed and your brainwashing will be unraveled.

(When the brainwashing is solved, what happens?

Intuitive fear runs through my spine when I think about it.

(I may not have anything, I may just be disarmed)

I've never heard anything about brainwashing coming off before.

Of course I don't have that experience.

Imagine what happens and drink spit.

(What if you realized you were brainwashed?

Unexpectedly, look around.

We live in a very small number in the capital where a large number of people live.

Those lowlifes you never cared about before suddenly look fierce.

(In that case, it's over)

The desperate concierge, behind the store, continues to scream without one.

Every time a sharp scream goes up, one brainwash will be unraveling.

In this way, everyone's brainwashing can be solved soon.

The efforts that have been made to leave the woods, set up shops in the king's capital of the people, and make them bigger, are about to be attributed to blisters.

No, on the contrary, it could even be life-threatening.

Concierge, also the owner, nodded to the floor, holding his head.

"This evening. Thanks for everything, Uncle."

Older men walking the weekend downtown.

There was a woman who spoke to him.

Sovereign hair, thick brows. Pretty pretty.

There's a dark neighborhood under your eyes, but it's an extra shaped beauty to complement it.

(Elves)

The elderly did their eyes on their ears and their thin thighs wrapped in black tights, protruding from their skirts on their knees despite winter.

I'm glad to hear from the beauty, but I don't know.

"It's Special Service Day. It's cheaper than usual, why don't you stop by?

(What is it, a customer?)

Convinced.

I don't remember going to Elf's recently, but I guess that's one of the techniques. Oddly enough, yes.

(Sometimes, that might be nice)

Elves are beautiful but expensive. That's what they say is cheap today.

(In case you were botched, you'd get away with it if you gave your name)

The old man had a good face for the guard.

He thinks he won't be dealing with the little villains in the downtown area.

"Fine, show me."

That said, the elderly, let the miniscaelph take his own arm.

He then walked to the store, pressing his elbow against his thin chest.

"Elf's shop, Floy. A lovely elf welcomes you," he said, "Elf's shop, Kani. Nice male elf gently escorts you 'but suddenly closed the store.

The reason for closing is unknown.

Floy's been busy lately, especially.

Since it was an elf store where there was only one house in the Wang capital, many elf-loving men and women spared and regretted it.

Especially to the women appeared less of a shock, to those who had stopped coming out of the house for a while, and even to those who tried to go see him even inside the elves.

It was an event that showed how popular the elves were.

And in the alley, little was known, but one Knight's Pilot's School instructor disappeared around the same time.

Those around us worried and searched, but so far we have no clue.