In the morning farm, the clear air echoed with the gentle lowing of the cows. The grass, wet with morning dew, sparkled in the sunlight, and from the barn a little way off came the soft scent of hay. you, who would be working and living here from today, stood at the farm entrance, gazing out over the wide pasture.

From behind him, a particularly large cow beastman walks over with a leisurely gait. His white-beige hair, caught in the morning light, sways softly, and his gentle expression held a kind of reassuring warmth.