A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

Bless this beautiful world.

"Oh my god!? What perfect long legs...!!" Sato Kazuma's eyes welled up with tears as he finally saw those long legs in black stockings with his own eyes.

This is something he has been longing to see ever since he arrived in the other world.

He carefully observed Koyanskaya, who had appeared in the Chaldea kitchen. Her figure, those legs—he could admire them for a hundred years.

"Strange... Is she really an employee of Chaldea? She doesn't seem like one at all."

His eyes were fixed on Koyanskaya's chest; his gaze was locked and he couldn't look away.

"Scumbag Kazuma..." Megumin looked at Kazuma Sato's embarrassing appearance and decisively raised her middle finger, looking at Koyanskaya with disdain. She was just like Darkness, a guy with a lewd body.

This outfit isn't as nice as my school uniform!

She pondered what she lacked, and whether wearing black stockings would really make her different? Make her cuter?

"But Fufu is so cute... I really want to have one."

"Fou...Fou, come to my house, and let Tomonosuke be your friend."

Huihui looked longingly at Fufu lying on the bed, unable to resist Fufu's charm; the way she snored while sleeping was too cute.

"Ah...yes, this is the first time I've ever heard Fufu snore." Darkness swallowed hard, really wanting to rub Fufu's pink paw pads and snow-white fur.

Aqua instinctively felt a bit disgusted with Koyanskaya, covering her nose, "Ugh...it stinks, it stinks!!! It stinks just like Sesshouin Kiara!"

"This guy smells exactly like that demonic bodhisattva...!! But not as strong as Sesshouin Kiara's scent."

"This world is so strange. Why is human evil more wicked and more vile than that of demons?"

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"I remember the cafeteria seems to be finished..." Fujimaru Ritsuka gently got up, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and headed to the cafeteria. She'd bring some for Fufu too.

"Damn it—! How could Goldruf be so pathetic?! What kind of inhumanity is this?!" Goldruf sat in the warehouse, looking at his room with tears welling up in his eyes.

"They didn't even prepare a director's office...!! They said something like 'Take a sleeping bag at the dock for a while' or something!?"

He grumbled in dissatisfaction, then forced himself to calm down, took a slow, deep breath, his chubby belly bulging, and raised his hands high before slowly lowering them.

His undeniable elegance was evident in his attire.

This is definitely not something a pirate would possess.

He was very curious about where this captain, this hero, came from. Although he cared a lot, he was too embarrassed to ask.

Because doing so would make him feel like he lost face.

"Seriously... if you're going to be comrades, just tell us your real names! Seriously!"

Goldruff lay on his sleeping bag, looking at the warm orange lights around him. "Phew. Anyway, I'll just spend the night here."

He slowly recited the names of all the employees, a proud smile playing on his lips:

"Hmph! All employees have their own rooms. But I have all the advantages that employees who leisurely lie in bed and rest can't experience!"

He remembered all the employees' names; he's a very dedicated new director.

He sprang to his feet with a nimble leap, quite the agile fat man. He rubbed his belly, humming a tune as he walked toward the kitchen.

"The kitchen at night is all yours to cook, see what delicious food you can make to treat yourself!"

"Strange...who made this cake that smells so delicious???Was it made especially for me?"

A slice of cheesecake and strawberry cake sits on the long white table, with even the spoon thoughtfully placed beside the plate.

Goldruff sat down without hesitation, picked up a spoon, cut a piece of cake, and popped it into his mouth to enjoy.

Suddenly, the automatic door opened.

Fujimaru Ritsuka entered the kitchen and saw Goldruff drinking black tea and eating cake. Her gaze met Goldruff's as he turned around.

"Ah...the new director is sneaking food again!"

"No way!! I didn't—steal any food!! This is midnight snack time!!" Goldruff looked at the half-eaten cake on his plate, put down his spoon with tears in his eyes, "I didn't expect there to be other people here eating midnight snacks besides me."

He looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, whose eyes were fixed on the cake with a green glow, and her pale face, and said, "There's really no way around it. I've already tasted it thoroughly."

"I'll give you the half that I haven't touched yet. The black tea is in the teapot over there."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, swallowed hard, and smelled the aroma emanating from the cake. "Thank you, new director. You'll be welcome then."

"Hmph! Look at your pale face. You must have woken up in the middle of the night, right? This is proof that even though your physical fatigue has disappeared, your mind still hasn't had a rest."

“It’s quite a long journey, after all,” Goldruff said with a serious expression. “It’s going to be a painful journey for kids without military experience. Have some cake and tea, calm down, and go back to sleep.”

"After you finish this, go back to your room. Get a good night's sleep this time. And don't forget to keep in common; tomorrow morning we'll say, 'Nothing happened in the cafeteria.'"

"After all, we're accomplices in eating all the cake in the unmanned cafeteria together... we're two people in one."

Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed the cake in her mouth and asked in confusion, "Um... what does this mean...?"

"What else could it be? It means exactly what it says. There's a cake in the cafeteria that says 'For Fujimaru Ritsuka.' Hehe! No need to explain, I know, I understand! This is the cake for your 'Master Welcome Party' tomorrow morning, right?"

Goldrov stroked his golden beard, waving his index finger from side to side. "Heh heh! You've been preparing a welcome party all this way without telling me. That's outrageous. But none of this escaped my sharp eyes. After calming down from my anger, I was planning to give you a taste test."

"By the time I came to my senses, I had already eaten half of it. Hahaha! You know what happened next, right?"

*Gulp... Ouch, that hurts!* Goldrov's eyes widened, sweat dripping from his forehead, his face contorted in pain. "Ouch... ouch..."

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Spy world.

"Waaah... The cake has been poisoned!?" Anya Fogel immediately thought of the poison in her mother's bag—a single drop could kill an elephant.

"It's over, it's over! Pfft...!"

She had seen this kind of scene on TV before; all the spies and bad guys who ate poisoned snacks or cakes died a horrible death.

No one can survive eating something poisonous.

After witnessing this scene, she secretly vowed that she would never eat anything of unknown origin in her life.

Joel Fogger frowned. "Is this what was in that woman's paper bag? It looks like they used a colorless and odorless poison mixed into the cake. Or was it cyanide?"

"Ugh...this guy is such an idiot. How can he conjure up causes and consequences for things of unknown origin?"

"They've let their guard down by staying in the safe Abandoned Sea. Now we must induce vomiting, pump their stomachs, and analyze what the poison is."

Joel Fogel covered his mouth, looking at the poisoned Fujimaru Ritsuka in the picture. Goldruff said, "She's hopeless...she's doomed."

If he poisoned himself, he would have already died from the poison and would have no chance to take the antidote or receive treatment.

She knew very well that getting an antidote would be extremely difficult.

The poison takes effect very quickly in the body; before the type of toxin can be identified, the person is already dead.

"Ah... Fujimaru Ritsuka, Gordolf is beyond saving..."

Deep Sea Singularity, Second Playthrough Timeline.

Meltlilith's eyes were icy, and her face revealed a sadistic expression. "She's worth training... Koyanskaya!!"

"What two unlucky bastards... Oh well, you would never have imagined that the cake in the Wandering Sea would be poisoned." Suzuka Gozen sat cross-legged on the ground, tore open her clothes, and prepared to make a simple amulet.

BB looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with exasperation, brandishing her pointer and lashing it against the ground. "Senpai... when BB isn't around, can't you be a little more clever?!"

She felt something was strange. Wasn't she in Chaldea? Why hadn't she shown up?

Shouldn't this kind of computational task be left entirely to my own responsibility?

Knight Gawain of the Round Table said, "We really need to find a way to make a special antidote for the Master."

"Without a cat in charge of the kitchen at Chaldea, this kind of problem is bound to occur. Master, you must summon me quickly, woof!!"

A canteen without a cook is definitely not going to work, Tamamo Neko thought worriedly as she watched the scene.

Master has gotten thinner in the days she's been away; she probably hasn't had a proper meal in a long time.

Fantasy carnival world.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka has been poisoned... Now is the time to use that move, right!?" Illya stood up excitedly.

"That move, Illya, what are you talking about???" Shirou Emiya looked at Illya in confusion.

Artoria Pendragon, combing Mordred's hair, asked curiously, "Is it used as an antidote?"

Illya smiled smugly and spread her hands. "Saber and Shirou really don't understand anything."

"Now is the time for the princess to use her kiss to purify the toxins from the prince's body!"

Upon hearing this, a figure flashed through Mordred's mind: a member of the Knights of the Round Table.

But she shook her head, feeling it was unlikely. "Unlikely, unless Mash can obtain Galahad's true power."

Artoria blushed, her mind flashing back to the image of Galahad, the Knight of the Round Table, bending down to begin detoxifying Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"No, no... If Lord Galahad were here, the poison could be neutralized using the power of his sword."

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"You've finished eating, right? Good... That's good. In that case... we're on the same team now."

What's going on? Did I sneak a dessert last night and get an upset stomach? It feels like there's a knife twisting inside my stomach.

"This isn't the cake the new director made...? And your face!! Something's wrong!!" Fujimaru Ritsuka had a bad feeling as she looked at the director's face, which had turned bluish-purple.

Goldruff was dumbfounded. This wasn't the cake prepared for Fujimaru Ritsuka after all. "Don't we look terrible right now?"

"We've been feeling chills, dizziness, and stomach pain since just now...???"

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, clutching her stomach with both hands, her teeth chattering, cold sweat pouring down her back, feeling dizzy.

Could it be a cake?

Did I eat one of Elizabeth's cakes...?

Suddenly, the alarm lights on the top of the cafeteria began flashing a bright red light.

The piercing alarm wailed continuously—

"Warning! Warning! Unregistered biological reaction detected within the base!! Ordinary personnel, please remain in your personal rooms. Combat personnel, please don your combat gear and proceed to the control room!"

"What!? There's an intruder here??" Goldruff exclaimed in shock, enduring the pain in his stomach as he gritted his teeth and prepared to head to the control room.

Whoosh—! A pink whip blurred into a blur as it hurtled towards Gordru.

She wrapped her arms around her husband's neck.

Suddenly, a white figure appeared in front of Goldrov, holding a white horn and whipping a long whip, coldly staring at the white metal plate, "..........Danger, back off!! There's an annoying woman over there on the wall."

Fujimaru Ritsuka called out to Goldrov, "New Director, come over here quickly!! There are enemies behind the wall."

"...I didn't expect you to ruin the plan. I'm speechless..." Koyanskaya angrily bent the long whip in her hand, "A grown man, actually stealing the gift meant for his subordinates."

"This situation has really gotten them all worked up. It's only when their aura is concealed that they become unstable. When it comes to dragging others down, you're absolutely top-notch... Am I right, Lord Goldrov?"

Koyanskaya walked out in dissatisfaction, letting out a long sigh. What a perfect plan, yet it had failed.

She was so angry that the buttons on her chest flew off.

She kept shaking her head.

"You're—Koyanskaya!? Impossible, how did you sneak into the Wandering Sea???" Gordruf couldn't understand how this guy got in. Isn't this a place where no one can enter unless someone comes to greet them?

He actually ate the poisoned cake that the mother fox had prepared.

"Well, that's a trade secret. After all, it's a one-time trump card for me," Koyanskaya said with a smile.

Then, she looked at Goldruff with displeasure, "However, thanks to you, I've completely wasted this trump card, Your Excellency. The poison in that cake is only enough for one person. Dividing it in half and eating it will naturally halve its effect."

"Eh... I never expected that my brilliant, stealthy poisoning plan would fail..."

"Poisoning—you mean poisoning?? Impossible! I checked it carefully! The smell is cream, the taste is cream, and the texture is soft and fluffy! It's a perfectly flavored cake!!"

"If any poison were mixed in, I would definitely spit it out immediately!"

Goldruff was very confident in his ability to identify poisons, as he had received training in this area since childhood!