“Worse!” Megumin pointed a dramatic finger toward the town square. “A street vendor! Selling… the competition .”
He took the spoon, ate a single bite, and for one glorious second, everything was perfect. Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo
“Because pudding is an affront to my existence!” Aqua wailed, stomping toward the crater. “Now we have no pudding and no money!” “Worse
Aqua dropped her water bucket. Her face, usually flushed with either booze or indignation, went pale. “Eris… pudding? That flat-chested, goody-two-shoes goddess has her own dessert?” “Because pudding is an affront to my existence
He looked up. It was Wiz, holding a single, miraculously un-exploded cup of Eris Pudding. She gave him a gentle, knowing smile.
Kazuma, lounging in the corner with a stolen (gifted? borrowed?) blanket, didn’t look up from his self-help book, “How to Retire Rich Without Dying First.” “You’re washing dishes. With holy water. That’s like using a legendary sword to chop vegetables.”
Kazuma stared at the pudding. Then at his party—a crying goddess, a passed-out arch-wizard, and a masochistic crusader rolling around in rubble.