A Dark Fantasy Spy

“That’s more chaotic than I imagined.”

I thought being a Count would mean having a respectable status and a hefty fortune, but boy, was I mistaken!

“I don’t want to eat this!”

“Aida, there are people outside who would give anything to have even this much. You shouldn’t complain.”

Aida, my little sister, flung the bread away and started crying, while our father, Count Bradley Somerset, gave her a stern talking-to.

I took a glance at the food in front of me, thinking the dining experience in a noble family would be fancier than what an average family would eat.

On the table sat a thin, unrecognizable soup and bread that felt as hard as a rock.

Seriously, even a child wouldn’t find these meals appetizing!

Determined to eat, I tried to dip the bread into the soup, but as I tried to break it—

Crack!

Did that sound just now come from wood breaking?