Early morning.
The docks at Pigtail Bay were already bustling with activity.
SNORT, SNORT. The pigs formed a line. A cow led the way, with a sheep following close behind its rear.
They advanced in an orderly fashion.
"Tsk, tsk," Pitz stood on the dock, waving to the animals.
"Moo~" the cow lowed at her.
"Moo," Pitz replied patiently, lowering her voice to imitate the cow's call.
The cow shook its head in satisfaction and boarded the ship.
The sailors already waiting on deck clicked their tongues in amazement at the sight.
"She can really talk to cows?"
"Of course. She's the Lord's maid," another sailor said as if it were obvious. "Everyone in the castle has Magic. Why else would our Lord be a Divine Favored?"
