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.
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
That was it. That was the trigger.
Then, a soft tap on his shoulder.
Kazuma activated Lurk . He became semi-transparent and crept forward. He reached the stall, his hand extended. Steal! Kazuma stared at the pudding
“I bought one earlier. You look like you need it more than me.” “A foul merchant
It was Megumin, her tattered black cape billowing in a non-existent wind. Her crimson eyes blazed with unhinged glory.