Kazuma sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Megumin. We talked about the door.”
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. Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo
“Thanks, Wiz,” he sighed.
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. Kazuma sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose