A Dark Fantasy Spy

“That’s more chaotic than I thought!”

I had believed that being a Count would mean having a dignified position and a decent fortune, but that was completely off the mark.

“I don’t want to eat this!”

“Aida, there are so many people outside who are starving because they have even less than this. You really shouldn’t complain.”

Aida, my little sister, tossed the bread away and started crying, while our father, Count Bradley Somerset, gave her a stern lecture.

I glanced at the food set before me, thinking that the dining experience in a noble household couldn’t be that different from that of an ordinary family.

On the table, there was a thin, mysterious soup and bread that looked like it could double as a rock.

Honestly, these were not dishes likely to tempt even a child.

Determined to eat, I tried to dip the bread into the soup, but just as I tore it apart—

Crack!

Did I just hear the sound of wood snapping?