"I wonder how humans in this world discovered that cow milk could be drunk," Aiden said as he turned to Miraleth.
"Cow milk? Milk from animals isn’t drinkable," Miraleth replied, and Aiden’s eyes widened a little.
"Then how is milk gotten?" Aiden asked.
"From cow women, Your Holiness," Miraleth said, and Aiden almost lost his footing and immediately turned around, putting his hand on his mouth.
’Zero, so you’re explaining this world to you. You didn’t think to mention something so important: there are cow women in this world. You know what that means?’
[I didn’t think you needed information like that; you’re the Head Priest of the Elaris Theocracy, you can’t possibly go into a milking shop for cow women, even the cow women are going to recognize you]
’That doesn’t matter; they are cow women in this world. Oh goddess, I’ve never been so glad you brought me here... Another thing, if there are cow women in this world, then Olena’s breast size must be a joke in front of them’
[Sure, for some of them, not all have that gigantic breast size, but I can assure you, the ones that do, Olena’s is a joke compared to them]
Aiden turned towards Miraleth, who was surprised at his silence. "I must have been confused; I wasn’t really familiar with things like that"
"Ohh, it’s no problem, Your Holiness. If you want, I can tell you anything about the world you want to know. I’ve been alive for a while now... No, that I’m trying to..."
"I understand. First, tell me about cow women," Aiden asked, cutting Miraleth off.
She blinked in surprise before speaking, "Of course, Your Holiness. Cow women are a branch of the beastkin race. They’re born with both human and beastkin blood, so they have the features of both, having traits such as horns, longer ears, and tails"
"They are one of, if not the most, good-natured races in the entire world, and have lived alongside humans, elves, dwarves, and other beastkin for centuries without any trouble. Seeing a cow woman in the capital isn’t that unusual; they’re very easy to tell apart," Miraleth spoke.
Aiden listened carefully, nodding his head while trying his best to imagine what one would look like; the only image his brain could come up with was big tits, even bigger than that of Olena’s.
"The biggest difference between cow women and other women is their milk," Miraleth continued as Aiden didn’t speak.
"The milk they produce naturally contains a small amount of mana, so it gives a small boost of energy, and it’s very delicious and considered one of the healthiest drinks in the world"
"So they produce milk all year?" Aiden asked.
"Yes, unlike other races, cow women naturally produce milk throughout the year because of their beastkin blood. It’s simply part of their race, so most of them exclusively work on dairy farms, while some of them have shops in the capital where they sell milk and other desserts made with milk," Miraleth continued.
Aiden rubbed his chin; his face was emotionless, but he was smiling underneath.
"What about their children? If only cow women produce milk, what happens when they give birth?"
"No matter who the father is, a cow woman always gives birth to another; it’s a unique trait to their race. Whether the gathering is a human, beastkin, or any other race, the child will always inherit the mother’s bloodline. Because of that, their population has remained stable for years"
"But just like elves, cow women rarely give birth, but they live a long life because of their beastkin blood, and can marry any race. Also because of their extreme importance, cow women are rarely a casualty of war; also, they aren’t allowed to join the knights or magic academy and expose themselves to risk"
"That’s a nice life to live, isn’t it?" Aiden asked, and Miraleth nodded his head.
But inside Aiden’s head, thoughts were flowing like a river; the cow women sounded like a fever dream created by the goddess for something like this, an all-female race that produces mana-infused milk, so an energy milk drink basically.
Miraleth tilted her head. "Is there anything else you’d like to know, Your Holiness?"
"Nothing for now, but I have a feeling I’m going to be asking you a lot of questions from now on," Aiden replied with a smile.
"I’ll do my best to answer them all," Miraleth replied, also with a smile on her face.
"I’ll take some milk then," Aiden said, walking outside of the storeroom.
"I’ll bring it to the room, Your Holiness"
Aiden walked outside of the kitchen towards his room; he still couldn’t get the thoughts out of his head. This world was far too strange, but he had met the goddess of this nation, and if she was to go by, all the other gods and goddesses were all perverted in nature.
His mind went back to earlier today when he met the goddess; she was completely naked and masturbating in front of him. If she was responsible for creating this world, then he knew this wasn’t going to be the end of it.
[You know, you haven’t been announced as the Head Priest yet... The commoner, and most people in the noble district, don’t know your face, so if you change clothes and walk to a milk shop, I’m sure it’ll be fine]
’And when I’m announced, do you think the cow women won’t remember my face? I don’t think I’ll be allowed to see one in private given how important they are, except I’m also dressed important’
[I’m sure you’ll figure something out]
’Oh, I’ll definitely figure something out; for now, I’m tired,’ Aiden mumbled as he crashed onto the bed. With everything that happened and two intense sex sessions, Aiden was worn out and needed sleep, but he wasn’t going to sleep without tasting the milk.
Miraleth pushed the door open, holding a tray with a single cup, which she placed on the small table at the foot of Aiden’s bed before leaving the room and retiring for the night on his instructions.
’So this is it,’ Aiden muttered as he took a sip, and immediately downed the entire cup.
"That is freaking delicious; I can’t help but imagine it coming from the source"
A smile formed on his face as his mind wandered around the idea till he fell asleep.