There was a cafe called the “Evening Rain” in a western-style building at the end of a narrow street on the Dutch Slope. On a rainy night, a university student who lost her way by chance met a strange shopkeeper.... more>>

A mysterious cafe with a strange attachment to evening rain, the “Evening Rain Cafe”……because of it, she got to learn about Nagasaki’s variety of traditional confectionery.

Eventually, she came to work at the shop, but the shopkeeper had an amazing secret.

A story of a sweet relationship connected by sweet confectionery begins here. <<less

A tale of cats and a dragon who was raised by a cat.

When she stands, she’s like a white peony. When she sits, she’s like a tree peony. When she walks, she’s like a lily flower. And when you look her in the eyes, she’s like the Great King of Terror.... more>>

Despite having the qualities to be a peerless bishoujo, because of the look of her eyes and that atmosphere of hers, she’s feared by others; such a girl is forcefully sent to another world.

Being told that she would be granted a wish as a special favour, the girl made a wish────

“Make my eyes and atmosphere normal please.”

This is a story recounting the lifestyle in a parallel world of a girl who would be perfect (probably) if just her one weakpoint was overcome.

A fantasy comedy with magic, dungeons, and a hero and demon king(candidate) who she gets tangled up with.

She’s cursed though. <<less

This story tells the life of two people, a noble only in name and an older wife from the army, married through a tentative agreement.... more>> In the bone-chilling cold, they spend their time hunting, gutting, and cooking by the fireplace. Their daily life passes peacefully. This is the warm love story recounting their daily lives. <<less

“I may kill you and take all the money you’ve to inherit for myself. Even so, are you alright with me?”... more>>

When we were done with the marriage, those words I nonchalantly tossed at her. For a moment, she made a face of surprise, before smiling as she assented.

“That’s fine. It’s only a matter if I can get you to fall before that, right?”

Her challenging words somehow made her out as a gallant warrior, making me open my eyes wide for a second. And within the day, I had inputted, ‘the probability I can kill my wife without being found out,’ into my glasses. After entering that simple question, the wearable terminal took in various affairs, computed to a precise value of them, and output a probability.

‘The Probability I Can Kill My Wife Without Being Found Out’

‘0.061%’ <<less