Twenty miles to the east there is an endless grassland.

The sky is azure blue, and the dazzling white sheep are eating grass with their heads down. Not far away is a small river.

It is the water source flowing from the snow-capped mountains.

The soft fur of sheep feels very comfortable to touch. They are docile and non-aggressive, and Anxia likes them very much.

Among them there was one that looked different and was exceptionally large.

"What kind of sheep is ...