Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Bell and Welf watched the girl's state with wry smiles.

After a while, as the sun rose high in the sky, the three of them strolled through each shop and rested for a moment in the shade of a building.

"Miss Ming, have you seen anything nice?"

"Completely clueless..."

"Hello."

He answered Bell's questions honestly, prompting Welf to complain.

He rubbed his fingers together apologetically.

"What did you used to give as gifts?"

"When I was in the Far East, I would collect pretty seashells or tree fruits and make them into necklaces or something..."

He was troubled by a list of gifts that he couldn't really use as a reference in the past.

Chigusa and the others said they would each prepare a gift this year, but they didn't expect it to be so hard to choose... Just as they were feeling frustrated, Bell casually spoke up:

"Can't I bring food?"

"what?"

"Isn't Miss Mei quite the cook? So I was thinking, maybe I could prepare something delicious for the party..."

The boy, perhaps recalling the time he drank miso soup, considered his suggestion briefly.

"...Indeed, from the shrine to Orario, it seems like they haven't prepared any grand feasts for the gods..."

At least she never cooked elaborate meals for holidays.

Seeing the growing enthusiasm in Ming's profile, Welf began to seriously consider, "Shall we try this route?"

"Since it's a party, it should be cake, right?"

"cake……"

She ruminated on what Welf had said.

There are no cakes in the Far East, but fate knows this kind of dessert. Fluffy and soft baked goods paired with fresh cream and fruit... I think I also saw it at the "Feast of the Gods" hosted by my crush.

After much deliberation, fate made its decision.

"I understand... I'll give it a try making a cake then."

Bell and Welf respected her decision and agreed.

While apologizing for making the two of them make a wasted trip to the store, he discussed the next steps with them.

"I know you insist on making it by hand, but can you?"

"I've never done it before, so I can't be sure... but as long as you have a recipe and actually see the ingredients and taste them, you should be able to make it."

"The 'Abundant Hostess' sells cakes... If you ask them, maybe they can tell you how to make them?"

Welf, Fate, and Bell spoke in turn.

Aside from the evenings when adventurers returning from the labyrinth come to visit, "The Abundant Mistress" is a café that attracts a general clientele at other times. Hearing Bell mention that she had eaten cake there before, they decide to head to "The Abundant Mistress," where Seele and Ryu work.

After noon.

On their way to West Street, Ming and his companions visited the "Abundant Mistress".

After explaining to Ryu who came out to greet them, Bell timidly discussed with them... Perhaps sensing the scent of romance, the cat people Anya and Chloe, along with the other young female shop assistants, giggled and agreed to their request. Although Bell blushed frequently, she received a word from the shop owner, Mia: "As long as you eat lunch here, I'll turn a blind eye." The kind cat-person chefs then told her the recipe.

After listening to Anya and the others complain for a long time about Seele taking leave, Bell and the others left "The Abundant Mistress".

"I've even got the souvenirs... But, is everything pretty much settled now?"

"Yes, thank you, Lord Welf, Lord Bell."

"I'm glad I could help you."

She planned to return to headquarters immediately to make a cake using the recipe she had learned, and on the way she thanked Bell and Welf.

She held a large cake in a container in both hands; it was something Mia and the others had asked her to buy as a gift. They had already eaten cake at the shop, but Ming still smiled and said that with this gift and the recipe, she should be able to make it herself.

With her goal in mind, her expression softened considerably.

"what……"

"What's wrong, Bell?!"

"That's... Takemikazuchi?"

After walking around the streets for a while, Bell was asked a question by Welf and pointed in a direction.

Mikoto turned his head and saw that Takemikazuchi was indeed there.

He called out to the goddess with honey-colored hair on the road ahead.

"Hey, Demeter. You look terrible, are you alright?"

"...Oh dear, maybe I'm not feeling well; I didn't even notice."

"Why are you so relaxed? Here, lend me your face."

—After saying that, he pulled the goddess towards him without warning, pressing his forehead against hers.

"It seems... he doesn't have a fever."

"Oh, oh dear... No, you can't do that, Takemikazuchi! You can't just do that to other people."

"Fool, I did this because it's you."

"..."

"I haven't forgotten the kindness you showed us by giving us vegetables when we were starving!"

"...Seriously! Neither you nor Mihe can talk to girls!"

Kenjiro said something that made the goddess blush.

The goddess seemed a little pleased as she left his side.

"..."

Stop and witness the entire process of fate, then remain silent with your lips closed.

"Miss Ming...?"

"W-What's wrong?"

Looking at Bell and Welf's profiles, he made a startled sound for some reason, but it went in one ear and out the other.

"Lord Takemikazuchi, thank you for saving us from the clutches of those monstrous gods last time!"

"This is a thank-you gift!"

"Hey, that was just a small favor, you guys are exaggerating!"

Not long after, two more young goddesses approached Takemikazuchi.

The seemingly ordinary girl, without any family ties, blushed as she handed the baked goods to Takemikazuchi. He smiled, and the girl swayed shyly.

Not only that, Kenjiro also patted their heads, making the two girls blush even more.

“…………”

Witnessing the entire process, the container in his hand creaked and twisted.

"Alas!?"

"W-What's wrong!?"

Bell and Welf were terrified to see the container deformed by their fingers, but fate wouldn't listen.

After that, Takemikazuchi had a series of encounters with many women.

Sometimes it came from the other person, sometimes it was his own initiative. He spoke to every goddess, regardless of age or race, and almost always made some unnecessary physical contact. They blushed deeply at Takemikazuchi's actions, their faces showing signs of first love. The most troublesome thing was that Takemikazuchi himself seemed completely unaware of their feelings... no, their affections.

He seemed to be deliberately putting on a show for those watching from the sidelines, constantly interacting with women.

“…………”

"Miss Life! Miss Life—!?"

"Say something too!?"

Ming stood still, head down, her bangs covering her eyes.

Seeing the dark miasma beginning to emanate from her shoulders, Bell and Welf couldn't help but scream in agony.

The girl, who hadn't uttered a word, began to emanate a dangerous, oppressive aura, like a gravity barrier.

"Takemikazuchi!"

"Oh, Haruhime."

--Then.

"I've succeeded! Please have a taste!"

"Red bean paste dumplings, huh? Let me try some... Hmm?"

Just as Takemikazuchi was about to take the dumpling from the delighted Haruhime, he suddenly noticed something and reached out towards Haruhime's chin.

"Haruhime, you stole some food, didn't you?"

“Eh!?”

"Your mouth is covered in bean paste, oh dear... Here, don't move."

He wiped the bean paste off the girl's lips, and then, incredibly, ate it.

"Mmm, so sweet."

"Takemikazuchi... I don't know what to do with you like this!"

"It's delicious, Haruhime. She'll be very happy. ...However, I should say, I think you'll definitely make a good wife someday."

"Huh... Really!?"

"Yes, gentle and graceful, and so hardworking. If I weren't a god, I'd want to marry you, ha, ha, ha!" (Transcript: Before being stabbed to death, he still insisted on giving Bell a cuckold's horns...)

Poof!

Ming did indeed hear this sound resonating within his own body.

She kept her head down, her feet shuffling forward on their own. Bell and Welf were shouting something, but she couldn't hear anything. She just kept walking straight toward Chun-hime, who was blushing and pressing her cheeks, and the handsome man who was laughing leisurely.

"life?"

"My lord?"

Fate stopped in front of the two people who had noticed him.

She remained silent, and with a click, quietly opened the lid of the transforming container.

"Hmm, what is this...?"

Takemikazuchi tilted his head, about to lean closer to see what was inside, when his trembling lips opened towards him.

"—Takemikazuchi, you…"

The next instant, Ming suddenly raised his head and the hand holding the container, letting out an angry roar.

"—Takemikazuchi, you're such a natural pretty boy!?"

"Pfft!?"

The large cake slammed into Takemikazuchi's face.

"Takemikazuchi—!?"

As Chunji screamed in agony, she ordered her to run away from the scene as fast as she could.

Soon, the pitiful sound of Takemikazuchi collapsing to the ground was heard.

"Well done, little sister!!" "Well done!" "From now on, I'm a supporter and fan of [Shadowless]!!" Some of the gods hiding in the shadows cheered for her, but she didn't pay attention.

With his back turned to Takemikazuchi, who was only half alive, he fled.

*

"What are you doing?!"