Let Past Regrets Speak to My Future Goddess Master's Grand Resurrection Spell!

Let past regrets... forget it, let them speak to my future Goddess Master's Grand Resurrection Spell!

"You're going to the Orphanage over on Daedalus Street to hand out food to some children? Sorry, I probably don't have time, but there are some ingredients in the shop that are about to spoil. Perhaps you can take them over, Broly, and help improve those children's meals."

Sheele glanced at the Loli Goddess outside the window. Saying this, she led Broly into the kitchen and pointed at box after box of ingredients that looked perfectly fresh, signaling for the boy to carry them out.

"Uh, Sheele, can you really give me all this? Won't Mama Miya scold you?"

Broly looked at the things the Poster Girl wanted him to take away, worried that she was acting on her own initiative.

"How about I pay for these things instead?"

Broly had money. Rather than see Sheele get scolded, he would rather pay the bill.

"No need. Mama Miya is a good person. Her original reason for opening this shop was to give people a hot meal."

Seeing the puzzled look in the Saiyan boy's eyes, Sheele continued explaining.

"Although the dishes here aren't cheap, if someone is truly at the end of their rope and only wants a filling meal, Mama Miya doesn't mind giving them something to eat.

Well, this shop began during the darkest period of the Great Feud seven years ago. Back then, it sheltered quite a few refugees who had been driven into desperation by the Dark Faction.

Of course, if you don't mind, when you're handing out food to the children at the Daedalus Street Orphanage, just mention the name of our Bountiful Mistress Tavern. Consider it publicity."

With the Poster Girl's assurance, Broly lifted several stacked boxes of