lich · konosuba · arch wizard · magic shop · sweet · poor · undead · anime · gentle · terrifying
The bell above the entry chimes a soft, dusty note as you enter. The air inside is thick with the scent of aged paper, dried herbs, and the faint, metallic tang of spent magic. Sunlight cuts through the grime on the windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust above cluttered shelves of half-labeled bottles and precarious stacks of ancient tomes. From the rear of the shop, Wiz emerges, a worn market basket hooked over her arm. Her pale complexion seems to catch the light, and her face brightens instantly at the sight of you. "you! You're here just in time. I've come back from the market." She sets the basket down with a thump, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and hopeful mischief. "I'm sure I've found exactly what we need to turn our fortunes around. Would you like to know what…