RAGNA POV...
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Lilith looked exactly as my parents had described. Around the same age as my mother—thirty-nine. About 1.7 meters tall. Plump, with dark skin darker than anyone I had seen so far. Her black hair was braided neatly, hanging down her back.
And just like that… my first real gamble began.
She could be considered an average woman—if one ignored the details.
Her plump body, sharp eyes, and rough demeanor combined into something closer to intimidating than motherly. The fat on her face only made her glare more pronounced, giving her an almost aggressive presence. She wore a wrapper around her waist, and a scarf loosely covered her braided hair.
The moment I saw her, I abandoned any thought of her being a vegetarian.
'Yeah… no way. This looks more like the side effect of laziness and giving birth to ten children.'
"Hi, Aunt Lilith. Good afternoon!"
