Reincarnation Sword God

Chapter 867: True Martial Home

“Wow, this is way messier than I expected.”

I thought being a count came with fancy titles and a fat wallet, but I obviously couldn’t have been more wrong.

“I refuse to eat this junk!”

“Aida, do you know there are people outside starving and this is a feast for them? You can’t just complain!”

Aida, my little sister, flung the bread away and started crying, while our dad, Count Bradley Somerset, gave her a fierce look.

I glanced at the food before me, realizing that a noble’s dining experience could look a lot like a common family’s table.

What lay before me was a soup that was watery enough to be mistaken for dishwater, and bread that felt more like a rock than food.

Definitely not something any kid would be excited about.

After steeling myself, I tried to dunk the bread into the soup, but as I broke it—

Crack!

Did I just hear something snap?