Aster had settled down in this humble house ever since.

And in a blinking of an eye, four days had passed.

Few days of living here sort of gave Aster some basic knowledge of this world of monsters, she knew this place was called Grand monde Desmonstres, though the size of this monde still remained a mystery to her. Maybe pretty much as big as the modern world in her estimation, maybe bigger.

Monsters were everywhere, in every variety.

And the palace she lived in was called the Delmont Palace; it was not hard to tell from the sparkling eyes of the little monsters at the palace that, the king at palace, the wolf king called Adalwolf, was a big figure. The monsters adored him as much as they feared him.

"he was an unreasonable bully!"

At the thought of the wolf king, she mumbled some cursing words secretly.

He wanted to kill her so many times, and she wanted some justice to be done!

His loss of spirit essence was due to his lack of negligence, and she swallowed it by accident. Why does she have to die?

"Shit, stupid psychopathic dumb-ass jerk of a wolf, a husky is even cuter than him!" she got it out of her system and suddenly felt much refreshed, then joyfully she discovered some roots like sweet potatoes from the back yard.

Holly mother!

Some starchy food instead of meat for dinner!

Aster had now found meat abominable. Instead of meat everyday, she had indicated her idea of the need for some vegetables, but the little monsters brought some sugarcane and tried to convince her that this was the best food here. Aster was hopeless and kept them for fruit.

"what are these? Why are you drooling over them? "

"I think they are sweet potatoes, maybe I could roast them with lit dead leaves, they must taste good!"

"Really? Are they good for my breasts?"

Huh?

Breasts?

Aster swallowed and realized something was wrong. She lifted her head and the man with the gaudy makeup appeared. Though the makeup was a challenge to the eye, but Aster was happy to see him. With a sweet potato in each hand, she cheered excitedly, "Hey, I knew you didn’t give up your dream of becoming a woman! Are you here to ask me to go to our human world?"

"That’s true!"

"Then let’s go!" Aster sprang to her feet and grabbed his hands to go.

"But I want to have a taste of the potato thing in your hand first."

Aster lowered her head and saw him squatted their with such a keen look. She thought it through that maybe they should fill their stomach first, to get enough strength to escape.

"Right, I’ll make fire for roasting."

Aster was using the very ancient way of making fire, drilling wood.

Ten minutes later, she moved her sore hands and watched the leaves start to burn with smoke. She turned to find the snake curled in the corner of walls far away, and didn’t realized for a while that he was scared of fire.

It was a bit weird that this monster was afraid of fire.

All the other monsters in the palace were not.

Aster didn’t think too much, in her imagination he might be playing a big role in her runaway, so thoughtful was what she had to be, "you can come over when it’s done."

"OK."

Forty minutes later, Aster believed the sweet potatoes were ready and put off the fire.

With a stick she poke holes in them, and the fragrance released.

"Smells so delicious! Give me one! Give me one!"

"hen I’ll give you the bigger one, when it cools off."

Aster asked without turning her head as she was cooling the sweet potatoes by fanning with her sleeves, "my name is Aster, what’s your name? What should I call you?"

"Well, you can call me Fair the Fabulous."

"..."

Aster’s hands stiffened for a second but she continued then, "maybe I’ll just call you Fair."

"Fair..." he murmured, and nodded with content, "OK, I’ll be Fair. Baby girl Aster."

"..."

Baby girl?

She got all the goose bumps!

Aster was secretly embarrassed with sweats, "just... just call me Aster, Aster is fine."

"OK, baby girl!"

"..." Never mind, she would just give up.

After a while, the two sat under a tall tree in the yard and started to deal with the sweet potatoes with their legs crossed, and kept telling each other how delicious the sweet potatoes were.

"Fair, what’s your duty in the palace?" Aster asked casually; in her mind, the monsters in the palace were all civil servants with duties on.

He was devouring, his mouth was filled with sweet potatoes, and answered without lifting his head, "I clean just like you, only that I’m in charge of the bottom of the lake."

Oh, colleagues in the same department. Suddenly a strong feeling of sympathy rose in her chest, so she drew a handkerchief from her waist and wiped his mouth in a friendly way, "it is still hot, don’t rush."

It was a feminine and glamorous face, how could it grow on a man?

Aster could not take him as a man, and every once in a while she forgot it.

Aster realized her inappropriate manner, so she put the handkerchief on his laps awkwardly, "sorry, you’d better do it yourself."

Then Aster noticed something starry sparkling in his upward-slanting eyes, which caught her in a trance for one moment. Soon she woke herself and and shook her head with a weird feeling, and continued with her potato.

They both finished their own potato quite quickly. It was dusk and soon dark.

"Let’s go, let’s get out of here!"he adjusted his clothes and stood up in a charming way.

Aster stood up immediately too and followed him in excitement.

However, just when she was about to make her first step, he disappeared again and left a word this time, "don’t tell anyone that we are going out, or we’ll be punished and never be able get out. I’ll come for you later!"

And the next moment Aster saw Pointie and Hornie walking in from the gate of the yard.

"My lady, the king wants you."

What?!

The king...wants her!

Aster was dominated by the fear of death, her legs started to shiver instantly, "may I ask what this is about?" she’d behaved herself for days. She failed to make a better impression, but it didn’t make it worse!

"The king wants you to do cleaning for him."

"..."

Madness!

Aster covered her chest and tried to stand straight with feeble face. she swung the broom on her shoulder and followed them like going on a war field.

Moments later, Aster found herself standing in the vestibule garden before the magnificent audience hall, and her calves were buried in wood bits, shivering.

WHEN WILL THIS COME TO AN END?

"My lady, the king has given the word that you should finish it before dust, or he will..."

"Kill me!" Aster said the rest.

She cursed in her mind like fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck...