Happy Life
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- Hmmm... - the priestess thinks hard without lifting her head, but eventually shrugs. - Ma ikka.
Maybe Lolita was pretending, or maybe it was a gradual process - it was pointless to guess now.
- Get dressed and let's go grab a bite to eat, and then we'll drop by your friend's place, - she says, putting on her favorite kimono.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
