Kono Subarashii Sekai Ni Shukufuku Wo 〈2026〉

“Fine,” he groaned, standing up. “But we do this my way. Stealth, negotiation, and not blowing anything up.”

He looked up. It was Wiz, holding a single, miraculously un-exploded cup of Eris Pudding. She gave him a gentle, knowing smile.

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?”

“Thanks, Wiz,” he sighed.

It was Megumin, her tattered black cape billowing in a non-existent wind. Her crimson eyes blazed with unhinged glory.

So much for plan A.

“I bought one earlier. You look like you need it more than me.” Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo

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.

“What kind of foe?” asked Wiz from behind the counter, her gentle smile a stark contrast to the chaos. “A monster? A demon?”

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. “Fine,” he groaned, standing up

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.”

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

They stood in the town square. A cheerful, rotund merchant in a clean apron was indeed selling small, golden cups of pudding. The sign read: “Eris Pudding: So heavenly, you’ll thank your goddess!” It was Wiz, holding a single, miraculously un-exploded