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C112: LIFE WITH MILK
Our farm welcomed even more residents.
It hasn’t been that long since the earth spirits joined us, so it’s been hectic.
Still, this bustle is a good thing.
Anyway, back to our satyr friends. They are a therianthropic race and are half-human, half-goat. Proof of it are the curved horns on their heads and the snow-white bushy tails on their behinds.
Their legs are also replaced with goat-like hooves that are said to help them climb steep cliffs with ease.
The concept of therianthropes befuddle me, so I went to Sensei for a little lecture.
“Long, long ago, the human race had a thaumaturgic spell that allowed them to fuse a human with a non-human being. All the ancestors of the therianthropes that you see today are chimeras created by their magic,” he says.
Why would they do such a thing? I tilt my head in confusion.
“It was originally supposed to be a war tactic against the demons. Fusion with a bigger and stronger creature greatly improves their overall performance. However, there were others who held ill intentions.”
“Ill intentions?”
“People fused them with weaker creatures to turn them into laughing stock. In some cases, it was used as punishment for sinners, but slaves or prisoners of war were most of its sufferers.”
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“Hence, many therianthropes are derived from the human race, and satyrs are one of them. Therianthropes are said to inherit the strong points of the creature they are fused with. Aside from satyrs possessing the goat’s ability to traverse rough lands, they can also produce milk whenever.”
Apparently, chimera magic was abolished and lost long before Sensei was alive as a human.
The satyrs who just migrated to our farm are lively and hard-working as if these stories of old have nothing to do with them.
The alluring lady who represents the rest of them is named Panu. She gives instructions and conducts negotiations to immediately establish their place on the farm.
“We’ll provide you with the milk you desire, Lord Saint, so please be patient with us!”
The next day, I was speechless at the earthenware pot filled to the brim with milk that was handed to me.
It’s the milk I’ve always wanted, and yet

There’s an unexplainable feeling in my chest. I could even tell that my face was blushing.
But the others

“Yay! We can finally drink milk!”
“The cornerstone of a healthy morning!”
“It’s fresh satyr milk, to boot! A super high-class item!!!”
“The grade of this farm has increased even further! We’re living far luxurious than royalty and titled nobilities!!!”
Everyone was delighted by the milk as they start guzzling it.


Am I literally the only one who is bothered by this?!
Is this what they call a culture gap?!
Fine! I’ll daringly drink some myself!
“Glug! Glug! Glug!”
It was crazy delicious that the milk I used to drink in my world can’t be called milk anymore.
I wonder what makes them so different?
The quality? Or maybe its freshness?
Panu’s milk was delicious, but that wasn’t the only thing they provided us.
There were cheese, butter, cream, and every other dairy product made from milk.
It seems they can also process these on their own.
“Dairy products are a satyr’s specialty. In order to barter with other races, we thought up ways to process them ourselves!”
What a diligent race. They didn’t stop with selling just their milk!
The ladies asked me to make a cauldron and other cookware. The room I provided for them has also become their work area where they process cheese and butter around the clock.
They brought the starter culture that helps in processing cheese and are skilled artisans who even know the trick behind making it taste great.
Cheese is another so-called fermented food, so they collaborated research with Platy and the rest of the mermaids.

The thought of them producing fantasy cheese that will increase your strength and speed just by consuming it scares me, though.
The earth spirits also gave a warm welcome to the satyrs who will be making their favorite food, butter.
“Butter!”
“We LOVE butter!”
They love butter so much that they clung to the satyrs even before it was made.
The earth spirits look like adorable little children, and them paired up with the satyrs make them look like

A wholesome mother and her children, all warm and snuggly.
“This truly is a great place.”
It only took mere days for Panu and the others to get used to life here at our farm.
“The food is great and everyone is so kind and caring. We’re glad we took the opportunity to move here.”
“I may sound repetitive, but are you really all right not going back home?”
I asked the same question I’ve been asking them countless times.
Migrating is a crucial decision to make since you’re essentially throwing away everything you have in the land where you have always lived to start a new life somewhere else, after all.
“We had circumstances that made it inevitable for us to do so.”
As Panu stated, her hometown had been devastated by Dalper.
They barely had any food reserves and had to reduce the mouths to feed.
“That’s why Lady Veil’s proposal was a godsend to us. Thanks to her, we didn’t have to leave our settlement on a whim.”
When I heard about their situation, we sent some of our farm’s reserves to their settlement.
They gratefully accepted it.
“We can never thank you enough, Lord Saint and Lady Veil. We intend to repay you by doing our best.”
“You already are, take it easy.”
“But it worries me. Will I really be able to repay this huge of a favor you’ve given us only through hard work?”
“You don’t have to worry about it.”
“I’m thinking of repaying you not only by working but by using my body as well!”
“You don’t have to worry about it!!!”
The tone of my voice changed drastically.
“I will not accept no for an answer! I don’t think I’ll be able to repay you for the rest of my life! Satyrs are famous for fertility, so please make me one of your night escorts!”
“Don’t make it sound like I have loads of them!!!”
As Panu’s seductive appearance suggests, she is a very assertive woman.
She’s surprisingly a carnivorous woman even though she’s supposed to be a goat-mix.