Kono Subarashii Sekai Ni Shukufuku Wo Direct

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.

In his hand, instead of a pudding cup, was the merchant’s underwear. A very large, very floral pair of underpants.

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?” Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo

Darkness walked into the crater, a blissful look on her face. “Ah… the heat… the shame of our failure… it’s exquisite.”

That was it. That was the trigger.

“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.”

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

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.