Reincarnation Sword God

Dark Heaven Village

“It’s more chaotic than I imagined.”

I thought being a Count meant having respect and a decent fortune, but that was just my misunderstanding.

“I don’t want to eat this!”

“Aida, there are many people outside starving who have even less than this. Stop whining.”

Aida, my little sister, tossed her bread aside and started crying, while our father, Count Bradley Somerset, reprimanded her sternly.

I looked at the food in front of me, realizing that the dining situation in a noble household resembled that of a regular family more than expected.

On the table were a thin, unrecognizable soup and bread that felt as hard as rocks.

Certainly, these were not dishes fit for even a child.

Determined to eat, I tried dipping the bread into the soup, but as soon as I broke it—

Crack!

Did I just hear something crack?