Chapter 55 Astral

Willow bit her lip, grappling with the incongruence of her simple life compared to the grandeur of Lilith's lineage. Our op mc, typically composed, momentarily revealed a flicker of pity in his gaze. 

The memories of Nero's actions against Lilith's family lingered, casting a somber shadow over the present.

"I am Willow Thornehill, a simple farmer blessed with the ability to cook delicious food," she stammered, her voice laced with humility. 

Her words seemed feeble, especially in the wake of Lilith's proclamation. The desire to be more than just a humble farmer, to stand beside her beloved with strength and prowess, gripped Willow's heart. 

She yearned to carve her own path in this extraordinary world, shedding the cloak of insignificance that threatened to overshadow her aspirations.