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!”
“No,” Megumin said, her face grave. “He sells Premium Eris Pudding .”
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?” Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo
“Fine,” he groaned, standing up. “But we do this my way. Stealth, negotiation, and not blowing anything up.”
“I have returned!” she announced to the stunned tavern. “And I bring news! A challenge! A foe so vile, so cunning, so… crunchy, that only the greatest arch-wizard of the Crimson Demon Clan can hope to defeat it!” They stood in the town square
It was Megumin, her tattered black cape billowing in a non-existent wind. Her crimson eyes blazed with unhinged glory.
“What kind of foe?” asked Wiz from behind the counter, her gentle smile a stark contrast to the chaos. “A monster? A demon?” “He sells Premium Eris Pudding
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?”