Today was another ordinary day until I picked up a man covered in blood downstairs.
Black hair, golden eyes, tight clothes, and that bunch of ecstatic hair.
Yes, today, I picked up a gun brother downstairs in my house.
"If master doesn't recognize me, I will lose the value of my existence."
The handsome man's eyes were filled with tears of grief and blood. A spear passed through his chest, and blood immediately spattered on the ground.
"Lancer, stop making trouble. I'll just take you with me on this business trip. Quickly wipe up the blood on the floor and go cook."
"Yes~~" The large dog pulled out the gun from his chest and shouted happily.
In short, it's a story about the protagonist picking up a gunman and coming back to work as a cook (not!!). The author suffers from intermittent convulsions, and there are some outbursts and OOC. Please be careful when consuming them~