'Moo (tsk tsk tsk)'

Just when Leon was startled by the shy and tender expression of the mare-headed lady, hesitating whether to request a bed change, the old yellow cow, who witnessed the scene, showed interest and mooed twice.

'Moo moo~ (You're in luck, she's quite the rare beauty~)'

'?!!'

No... What about your horse?

'Moo moo moo moo (Look at her sleek fur, the broad shoulder line, strong limbs, round hips, and hard hooves... It's wonderful. If you could accompany such a beautiful lady, galloping side by side on the plains, it would be a dreamlike enjoyment)'

"?!!!"

'Aren't you exaggerating a bit?'

Feeling a bit numb from the old yellow cow's sudden burst of passion, Leon couldn't help but remind: 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

'Let's not even talk about the difference between beasts and beastmen, you're not even the same species! Even if you were a donkey, I wouldn't say anything, but you're a cow! The relationship between cows and horses...'

'Moo moo moo (You don't understand, in the face of this lady's beauty, the barriers of species actually aren't that hard to cross)'

The old yellow cow, seemingly genuinely captivated by the beauty of the mare-headed lady with chestnut-colored hair, mooed passionately in Leon's mind:

'Moo moo moo moo moo moo (Imagine if you were galloping on the plains together, her perfectly smooth fur—grown only by devouring rich grass and drinking clear spring water—would be gently caressed by the noon sun, like gold flowing over chestnut fields)

Moo moo moo moo moo (And as you admire, she slightly turns her broad head, opens her big black eyes, smiles at you, her pale nostrils slightly open, exhaling a fresh grassy scent)

Moo moo moo moo moo (With every rise and fall during the run, her thick and smooth mane dances rhythmically in the wind, the thick end of her tail brushing over her round hips, and sometimes brushing against your back and hips...)'

"..."

Stop! Enough! Please, no more!

Feeling creeped out by the cow's enchanted mooing, unable to appreciate the mare-headed lady's beauty or cross the species barrier, Leon quickly forced the old yellow cow back into the dream, immediately making up his mind.

Switch hospital rooms! Do it now!

This lousy hospital room... I can't stay a second longer! If the old yellow cow, with its soul-stirring charm, doesn't change rooms soon, he might actually try to create a cow-horse hybrid!

However, regrettably, just like a certain very forgetful and light-footed chancellor, the more one fears something, the more likely it is to happen.

Just as Leon was making up his mind, the beautiful mare-headed lady in the bed diagonally behind, also inhaled through her wide nostrils, deciding something, and crossed the barrier of Holy Light towards him. In Leon's extremely cautious gaze, she opened her mouth with some embarrassment:

"Moo moo moo?"

"..."

Big sister, your accent seems a bit off!

Looking at the mare-headed lady who spoke fluent cow language, so authentic like she had been in the cowshed for decades, Leon awkwardly opened his mouth, then quickly pulled the old yellow cow back from the dream, replying in somewhat rusty cow language:

"Moo moo moo? (Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, what did you say?)"

"?"

Didn't catch it? My words should be fine, right? And hasn't he felt my charm? Why is he subconsciously backing away?

Unexpectedly, the mare-headed lady paused slightly, then repeated her question.

"Moo moo moo (Kind sir, if you still have memory, could you tell me about the situation in Shepherd's Plain?)"

"Moo moo? (Ah? Aren't you from Shepherd's Plain?)"

"Moo moo moo moo (I left Shepherd's Plain a long time ago, then accidentally got lost in the star realm, becoming a Lost Soul until the kind angels saved me a few days ago.)"

After briefly explaining her background, the mare-headed lady, who the old yellow cow claimed was quite beautiful, lowered her lovely horse head, sighing softly with a somewhat dim expression:

"Moo moo moo moo moo moo (Though my body is strong, so I wasn't severely harmed, I almost completely lost my memory, forgetting even my origin and name. Doctor Oroya only discovered I might come from Shepherd's Plain)

Moo moo moo moo moo (Though I don't remember who I am, I still hope to regain my original identity and family, so kind sir, if you can, could you tell me about Shepherd's Plain's situation?)"

"..."

Honestly, your character of being lost for years with memory loss... Is your horse character copying my cow character?

Looking at the mare-headed lady before him, eagerly hoping to learn about the situation in Shepherd's Plain, Leon hesitated slightly, unsure how to respond.

However, before Leon thought of what to say, his cow head covering modeled after the old yellow cow suddenly cleared its throat, then raised a cow hoof to hold the mare-headed lady's horse hoof, tenderly comforted with full eyes of concern:

"Whinny whinny whinny"

?!?!?!?

Ah? You actually know a foreign language?!??!?!

Taking advantage of Leon's shock, the old yellow cow briefly took control of the cow head covering, emitting a low and magnetic bubble tone to converse in fluent horse language with the mare-headed lady:

"Whinny whinny whinny whinny whinny whinny (Lovely lady, please don't be sad, I too am a child abandoned by fate, losing my memories of past life just like you and can truly feel the pain suppressed in your heart)

Whinny whinny whinny whinny whinny... (However, just as no matter how cruel the storms, there will always be beautiful flowers surviving, though fate cruelly exiled us from our homelands, it also gifted me a unique blessing, allowing us to meet here...)"

"..."

What the... What the... You...

Looking at the old yellow cow suddenly sprouting literary flair, two cow hooves holding the horse hoof, softly comforting while stroking...or perhaps flirting, Leon, unable to tolerate it anymore, was about to push it back into the dream, but suddenly realized something, paused and squinted his eyes.

Meanwhile, the old yellow cow's warning sounded in Leon's mind.

'Moo moo moo! (Don't give it away, this mare lady isn't quite right, she might be infiltrating just like us!)'