Aqua: As the great Goddess of Water, this is the first time I've heard of this Dimensional Chat Group! Are you all from other worlds?
Railgun: A goddess?
Gold-Rank Adventurer: I've already met group members from two other worlds thanks to this chat group. It definitely exists.
Mistress of the Butterfly Estate: A goddess, huh? What kind of world are you from?
Aqua: Hold on, @Gold-Rank Adventurer. You said it's possible to travel to other members' worlds via the chat group—is that really true?
Aqua: Earlier today, I was performing my duty of reincarnating a soul into another world... and some guy dragged me along with him! Then he just ran off!
Aqua: I'm a goddess, for crying out loud!
Aqua: And he left me stranded in that other world. I need to return to the heavens!
As Aqua grew more familiar with the chat group's mechanics, her message frequency skyrocketed. Shirakawa, who had been silently lurking, finally pieced together the timeline.
It seemed she'd encountered the protagonist of her original story.
Only... something had clearly gone off-script.
Being well-acquainted with Konosuba, Shirakawa knew that compared to the traditional fantasy vibe of Goblin Slayer, that world was practically an MMORPG—with diverse job classes like Archmage, High Priest, Crusader, and even a twelve-year-old loli princess, Iris.
In contrast to Goblin Slayer's darker tone, Konosuba felt like the wholesome oddball of the isekai genre.
Yet thinking of the so-called "wise" Water Goddess Aqua, Shirakawa couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Her stats surpassed most people's in every category—except for intelligence and luck, which were hilariously abysmal...
"Even the... idiot goddess showed up?"
After scrolling through the chat logs, Shirakawa found no major developments—just Aqua going full name-and-shame in real time.
After some thought, he decided to speak up.
Ordinary High Schooler: So you're just stuck in another world by yourself right now?
Aqua: High schooler? The guy who brought me to this world was a high schooler too! But he was just a shut-in NEET!
Aqua: Sniff... I guess you're not wrong.
Ordinary High Schooler: Good luck.
A brief exchange was all it took.
Given Aqua's personality, Shirakawa wasn't too worried. As a goddess, she still had her believers in that world—she'd survive somehow.
Though her quality of life... was another matter.
Turning off the chat group, Shirakawa shifted his gaze toward the obedient and adorable Mary. Perhaps due to the effects of purification, her physical form had subtly improved as well.
Recalling that Aunt Izumi was planning to visit today, Shirakawa spoke up to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.
"You think you could turn into a doll again?"
"There's an auntie coming over soon to clean. Wouldn't want to cause any weird misunderstandings."
"Not a problem."
Having finally found her place in the world, Mary knew full well that her nature as an urban legend could easily bring trouble to her master.
She nodded obediently.
Her human-like skin began to shift under her control, transforming back into polished wood. Even her size shrank down into that of a small, traditional doll.
"…"
After some thought, Shirakawa decided to store her in the wardrobe in his bedroom.
After quickly washing up and changing into something more casual and dry, he opened LINE.
There were only two unread messages—both from Yotsuya Miko, sent half an hour ago.
Yotsuya Miko: Shirakawa-kun, we've discussed the rental situation. If it's the price you mentioned last night, we're okay with it.
Yotsuya Miko: May I ask... when can we move in?
The message quickly turned from unread to read, but Shirakawa didn't respond immediately. If she really was planning to move in, the timing would be perfect—it was the weekend, after all.
He just had a few things to take care of first.
There was helping Aunt Izumi with cleaning and cooking… and then waiting for Yotsuya Miko to move in.
Time allocated accordingly, Shirakawa finally responded:
"This afternoon should be fine. If you need help moving, I might be free to lend a hand."
The other party is typing…
Yotsuya Miko: It's okay, you don't need to trouble yourself with that, Shirakawa-kun.
"…"
Her reply came fast—she was probably holding her phone and waiting.
Shirakawa could understand that. Honestly, it was impressive she hadn't broken down by now. If it were anyone else getting harassed by ghosts every day, they'd have snapped long ago.
Without replying again, he locked the front door and made his way to Izumi-san's apartment to help with the chores.
After that, whether he ventured into the Goblin Slayer world or had Mary provide more urban legend information to help perfect his Purification skill—both options were viable.
Upon reaching the 14th floor—
The Izumi residence was at the end of the corridor: a modest two-bedroom apartment where Izumi and her daughter, Sagiri, lived.
Shirakawa rang the doorbell and patiently waited.
Footsteps approached from inside.
When the door opened, what greeted him first was a petite loli girl, clad in pink cartoon-themed pajamas.
Her hair was a silvery-white gradient, with two little ribbons tied at the tips, hanging gently in front of her chest.
Izumi Sagiri, who liked going barefoot at home, looked up with sleepy eyes, wondering who would come so early.
But the moment she saw Shirakawa's familiar face, her previously indifferent expression blossomed into a soft smile. She turned her head and called into the kitchen:
"Mom, it's Shirakawa-oniichan!"
"Morning, Sagiri."