Kono Subarashii Sekai Ni Shukufuku Wo -

“I bought one earlier. You look like you need it more than me.”

Darkness, who had been polishing her armor in the corner (a process that involved a lot of clanking and heavy breathing), perked up. “A foul merchant? Will he try to… restrain us? Tie us up with… ropes of commerce?”

Kazuma sat down in the dust, head in his hands. They were supposed to be the heroes who defeated the Demon King. Instead, they had just committed a war crime over dessert.

“It’s selling out faster than Aqua’s bar tab,” Megumin added, relishing the chaos. Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo

“You’re welcome,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “The cost is 3,000 eris. Plus a door replacement fee.”

It was a surprisingly peaceful afternoon in Axel. No Destroyer looming, no Dullahan demanding revenge, no horde of giant toads. Just the gentle clinking of mugs from the Wiz’s Magic Item shop-cum-tavern and the soft murmur of adventurers enjoying a rare moment of quiet.

The air left the room.

Then, a soft tap on his shoulder.

“Because pudding is an affront to my existence!” Aqua wailed, stomping toward the crater. “Now we have no pudding and no money!”

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. “I bought one earlier

“Thanks, Wiz,” he sighed.

“Stealth,” Kazuma whispered. “I’ll use Lurk and Steal . Megumin, no chanting. Darkness, don’t volunteer to be tied up. Aqua… just don’t cry.”

Aqua, goddess of… well, party tricks and crying, was diligently using her Create Water spell to fill a large barrel for the tavern’s dishes. “See, Kazuma? I’m being useful! I’m contributing to the economy!” she declared, beads of sweat (or were they tears of overwork?) on her brow. Will he try to… restrain us

A thunderous crack interrupted them. The front door, a sturdy oak thing reinforced with iron, flew off its hinges and embedded itself in the far wall. Dust billowed in. A figure strode through the wreckage, silhouetted by the afternoon sun.

He took the spoon, ate a single bite, and for one glorious second, everything was perfect.