I went in the door of the cozy little magic item shop, which opened early each morning.
“Welcome to— My, my. It’s the nocturnal boy who keeps the waking hours of the undead. What brings you here so early? If you’ve come to talk to the owner, she is within, albeit a bit tanned by my heat ray.”
Inside the shop, Vanir was hastily stuffing something into a box. Farther in, I could see a scorched Wiz lying on the ground.

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Konosuba V4, Ch2.