Reincarnation Sword God

True Martial Home

“Seems like this is crazier than I thought.”

I always figured being the Count meant you’d live the good life, but boy, was I wrong.

“I refuse to eat this!”

“Aida, there are folks outside who would kill for this bread. Stop whining.”

My little sister Aida tossed the bread aside and started crying, while our father, Count Bradley Somerset, gave her a stern talking-to.

I looked over the food in front of me, realizing that a noble’s dining experience might parallel that of a regular family.

On the table was a watery soup that looked suspiciously like it had seen better days, and bread so hard it could double as a rock.

Not exactly the most appetizing meal, even for a kid.

Determined to tough it out, I tried to dunk the bread in the soup, but just as I cracked it—

Crack!

Was that the sound of something breaking?