Satou's here. We've always used seasoning casually, but aren't there only a few people who know what they're made of? Mayonnaise, Worcestershire sauce, dressing. You only understand the merit after it has disappeared, or so they say.
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"N, no, you can't, master."
Lulu looks at me with anxious face.
"It's alright. Now, relax yourself."
"Y, yes."
I put my hands on the waist of Lulu who's frightened while inching back, leaning her body on me.
"Let's go, Lulu."
"I, I can't. It's too big."
"You don't need to worry. Believe what I say."
While calming Lulu who's still anxious, I put my hands on top of Lulu's delicate hands.
And--
Lulu's finger pulls the magic gun.