A few days had passed since Tin Ping's arrival into this strange world, and by now Tin Ping had accepted reality knowing he was most likely not going back to his beautiful world.
Right now Tin Ping was dressed in nice clothes similar to medieval europe high born class, and seated on a large table crafted from pure gold feasting.
The hall he was in was very large, ornate and beautiful fixtures and furnishing, with a dark lit glow.
On top the table were various foods spread across, to be honest Tin Ping could not recognize them, neither could he understand them but Tin Ping guessed it was food.
As for if the food was good and edible, be sincere what point was there to thinking so.
He was in strange place and strange world, he didn't need to be killed by any underhand scheme he was already under "their" mercy.
And if he was killed either ways if "they" felt like, what could he do, either ways he could be killed if "they" wanted, why no just eat then.
As for the food in these places, Tin Ping thought there was something wrong the food and people of this place.
The people strange and extreme, the food strange and extreme, Tin Ping could not understand.
For example a particular sour soup on the table, it was just sour, sour, sour, with no other taste for his taste buds to identify.
Some only salty, some only sweet akin nectar or sugar, he was being retrained on the difference between this and his world, the normal world over and over again.
Thankfully after tasting various to avoid starving and to find something to satiate both taste and appetite, Tin Ping finally found a specific meal of that blended flavors well just in front from the lady lord.
Thank God, at least there was something for humans in this world, " hmph why was the only edible food at only her side, what a wicked lady "
The large dining hall it was only Tin Ping and the lady Lord that was in the hall.
Since Tin Ping had been released he was generally beside her.
Apart from when he slept or used the toilet/ bathroom beside her.
At court when this lady Lord even canvassed with her vassals, Tin Ping even had a small stool and sat around.
Tin Ping could not understand the cause of this kind of arrangement.
But when one was in Rome, "one " had to do as a Roman.
Due to meager external influence and no one to give Tin Ping a crash course of the place, Tin Ping could only figure out things himself.
This was a world of demons, a demonic world, and he also understood the identity of the lady Lord.
The Queen of the demon world, Anastasia Demonheart.
Nobody told him it or discussed it with Tin Ping, but he had ears, picking up some information here and there during court sessions.
To be honest, Tin Ping felt he was very brave and audacious back then when he had lashed out at the demon Queen.
One could only see all kinds of monstrosity paying homage and respect to this figure daily, maybe in the spur of the moment he didn't really look through the hall to see the scary looking demons then, or maybe at the brink of desperation when he felt he didn't have anything to loss.
But having lived a few days, understanding that maybe he could live, at it could only be under the mercies of the demon Queen Tin Ping had started to compose himself.
After the day court Tin Ping found a secluded spot to reflect and calm down.
Although the gazes of the Palace occupants wasn't friendly to him, Tin Ping discovered that no one disturbed, leaving him to himself.
At a vantage point of the Palace he looked outside.
Above the sky was mildly golden sun with a silver hue, the canvas and the clouds purple.
Across the lands below he could see different flora and herbs, strange looking and exotic but beautiful.
The settlements he could see were interesting, unlike any other Tin Ping was accustomed to, interestingly it was a beautiful strange mystical world.
A demon world.
But Tin Ping felt bored and lonely ,from the top of the world to tiptoeing around, sigh, " how had the mighty fallen ".
Not far away, in an open field a little black demon was lifting a stone steele, doing squats, his leg muscles bulging ferociously, close by another slender feminine demon was shooting fire from her or it's, Tin Ping wasn't yet certain on the gender classification or affixation in this world, from it's/ her eyes!
Tin Ping sighed, in the normal world when he went to the gym who didn't admire him and his virility, his testosterone, pulling impressive numbers, but here, Tin Ping sighed again.
After sighing again Tin Ping was about to turn back, when he heard a voice he was most familiar with in this world.
" Why the sigh ? "