After getting up from that fountain, I've decided to go find Wiz's shop so she can marry me. All I need now is a plan for her to accept; while I think about it, I asked the townspeople of Axel. While searching for Wiz's shop, many people ask me why I'm looking for her and whether I know her. I can't complain—I look like a child between 13 and 14 years old. Besides, Wiz doesn't have a good reputation, due to her dangerous artifacts and potions; what can I say? She only buys trash that could kill anyone using those items.
The system is very perceptive; knowing in advance I'd choose Wiz, it gave me a talent for crafting magical objects. The best thing I can do is get Wiz at all costs and make her my wife. Well, I already have a script for her to accept, based on what I know about Wiz. As long as I take initiative and don't hurt anyone, I won't turn into an ice statue; I just need to speak cleverly and overwhelm her with words. Originally, I thought about being dominant, but then I remember Wiz has a promise to fulfill; I don't know which is better—listening to her when she opens up to me. Damn, if I had known in advance I'd end up in this world, I'd have researched all of Konosuba's history. There's nothing I can do—who knows if you're sent to another world without even realizing it?
While my wandering thoughts tell me what would be best for me, I arrive at Wiz's shop. It looks very much like one of those old-fashioned herbal medicine shops; it's obvious this is another world.
Well, preparing myself for what I'm about to do, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
—Good morning… Is anyone here?
For such a simple-looking shop from the outside, it's well-organized and clean. It's clear Wiz takes seriously her role as shopkeeper; though poor from working hard, it's a pity.
—Huh? Little one, are you lost…?
—Aaaa!
—Sorry, little one, I scared you.
—M-me! I… I came for you!
I lowered my head and looked down. I never thought Wiz would be so beautiful; all my confidence vanished down the drain. I'm 18 years old—why am I acting like a shy kid? It's easy to think, hard to do.
—For me? You're the grandson of the neighbors. Little one, if you came on their behalf, I can't accompany you. They've already helped me greatly by giving me fruit; I can't take advantage of their kindness.
—I'm not the grandson of the elders, and I'm already an adult.
Even though my behavior suggests otherwise. I want to cry—my self-esteem has plummeted down the drain; it's because I look like a 13-year-old. (T-T)
—Alright, little one, you're an adult, your older sister believes it…
—Don't mock me! I'm old enough to get married.
—Alright, little one, you're an adult. And where are your parents? Are you lost?
—I'm not lost!
—Okay, okay, okay, little one. If you're lost, just say so; you're an adult, don't cry.
—Waaaaa! I'm not a child and I'm not lost! Waaaaa!
—It's alright, little one, don't cry. Yes, come here, there, there, stop crying now, or your sister will feel sad.
—Don't touch my head! Waaaaa!
—Alright, alright, okay, boy…
Even though I said not to touch my head, I didn't pull away. Her hug is comforting… wait, she's hugging me… Wiz smells nice. She's supposed to be a undead, but this is a maiden. It feels so good, and my face is pressed against the huge chest of this woman.
I hadn't noticed before because my self-esteem was shattered—because I failed to see the beauty of this woman, her mature, plump body. Lifting my gaze upward, I saw it: the most beautiful and adorable face I've ever seen in my life. Screw all other girls—this woman and her Mother Teresa-like smile have completely captivated me. Who the hell would dare take advantage of this woman? What kind of scum is that person?
[…]
I've made up my mind.
—Little one, are you feeling better now?
—Miss, I want to marry you.