A chuckle echoes in the room, and I look over to see Wyn holding her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing. There's a mix of amusement and bewilderment in the reactions around the room, but I can only share the latter as I have no idea what might have prompted this display.

I sneak a glance at the cow at the same time as she opens her mouth to release a loud moo before coming forward to lick my hand.

A smile pulls at my lips at how cute it is, and I bring my hand to the top of her head to pat her.

"You like it?" Ze asks as he pushes his chin up, his lips curling around the corners.

I don't reply. I have nothing to say to him. But since he brought me this cutie, I can't say no to her.

"You." He points to a staff member on the sidelines. "Take this to the kitchens and have them prepare it for her," he commands.

My eyes widen, and before I know it, I pull the cute cow into my arms, hugging it as I give him a death stare.

"You heartless heathen," I mutter.

The cow releases another moo, nuzzling her snout against my belly.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. I won't let the bad man hurt you."

A look of shock crosses his face.

"W-what? Bad man? I brought you a cow!" He thunders.

"And now you want to kill it."

"Because you cannot eat it raw!"

"I will not eat it at all," I huff.

How could he think I would eat this cute cow now that she's adopted me as her human?

His brows go up in indignation.

"But I brought it for you to eat," he repeats. "It needs to be slaughtered and cooked, or your weak human body will get sick." Of course he would find another way to insult me and my weak human body. Why the hell is he even here?

The mention of slaughter makes the cow burrow deeper into my embrace, and I give him another scathing look for scaring the cow.

"You're scaring her!"

"It is a cow!" He grits his teeth. "To eat. You have eaten cows before."

"But not a cute one like this. How could I eat it after seeing her?" I ask as I direct my attention to the cutie in my arms. "You're a cute girl, aren't you? We're going to be good friends."

"You are not keeping the cow," he suddenly states.

"You gave it to me."

"To eat! Not to keep as a pet," he groans.

"Well, it's your mistake for assuming I'd eat it," I retort. "But you've given it to me, so now it's mine and you no longer have a say in it."

"Human!" His nostrils flare as he stares me down.