395 Castle Nyx (IV): The God Of Mischief

My eyes shot open in a second and my sword materialized, pointing right at the throat of a middle age milf with green hair and skin. She was hot, and considering I was naked in bed with Xaseah, and there was a total stranger standing in front of me, and dressed in a maid's clothes, I couldn't help but worry. I raised an eyebrow and looked at her for a while, before sending the sword back and laying back down, shuffling the head of the still sleeping Xaseah.

"So what am I suppose to call you, I can't call you the prime soul catcher oak tree anymore."

" you haven't given me a name master, and even though I now have a different form, trees find the custom of naming oneself completely foreign." She said to me as she bowed.

"Why won't you, you guys are trees." Xaseah spoke up, getting up from the bed with the sheets held to her chest.

"From now on we'll call your Greana, what do you think husband?" she asked as she turned to look up at me.