2 years ago, on Monica's 18th birthday, her hopes for the future were crushed. She had dreamed of going on adventures with her crush, a close friend same age as her, Alisa only to receive the advanced farming class Nature's Warden, a class specialized in caring for plants and animals of all kinds. Alisa on the other hand had been given the Saint class, and quickly shepherded to a group of individuals with heroic classes heralded to become champions by the church. Now 20 years old, Monica is a caretaker of both farmland and animals and a large contribution to the agriculture of the region. Alisa, after witnessing the horrible acts of the other heros, chose to betray them, swearing fealty to the demon lord Zeliara in exchange for a domain and mercy for the humans who don't actively oppose the demon lord's rule, and returning to her home to rule over it, now as a demonic saint and general.

Chapter 2: New Home

The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long, dancing shadows across the freshly tilled fields. Monica stood at the edge of her newly cultivated farmland, her hands on her hips, her breath misting in the cool evening air. She surveyed her work, a sense of pride and accomplishment swelling within her. The once barren earth was now a lush, verdant expanse, ready to yield the fruits of her labor. She had worked tirelessly, her newfound strength and magical abilities allowing her to transform the landscape with an ease that still astonished her.

The vines that writhed across her skin pulsed with life, their magic seeping into the soil, nourishing and invigorating it.

As she stood there, admiring her handiwork, she heard a soft footfall behind her. She turned to see Alisa approaching, her black hair cascading down her back, her violet eyes reflecting the setting sun.

She was no longer in her demonic form but wore her usual dark attire, her features softened from the harsh lines of her transformation. She carried a basket filled with fruits and bread, her steps measured and unhurried.

As she approached Monica, she asked, "Have you settled in well, Monica? Is this new place beginning to feel like home?" Alisa's voice was gentle, her violet eyes reflecting a mix of concern and hope.

Monica turned to face her, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It's certainly different from the life I knew," she said, her gaze sweeping across the lush fields that stretched out before them. "But yes, I think it is starting to feel like home." Monica turned to face Alisa fully, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the setting sun. "It helps that I have you to explore it with," she added, her voice soft and gentle, her heart swelling with a gratitude she didn't quite understand. Alisa smiled, a small, almost shy expression that made her look even more human. "Then let's explore it together," she suggested, her violet eyes shining with an enthusiasm that mirrored Monica's own.