Chapter 1: Great Food of My Immortal Life
“That’s more chaotic than I imagined.”
I thought being a Count meant having a fancy title and lots of riches, but I guess I was just daydreaming.
“I don’t want to eat this!”
“Aida, there are tons of folks outside barely getting by. Complaining isn’t gonna help!”
Aida, my little sis, tossed the bread aside and started crying, while our dad, Count Bradley Somerset, gave her the serious look.
I stole a glance at the grub on the table, wondering if noble dining was really just like an average family meal gone wrong.
On the table, there was this weird, watery soup that looked like it came from a witch’s cauldron, and bread that could probably double as a doorstop.
Definitely not kid-friendly chow!
Steeling myself, I tried to dip the bread into the soup, but just as I tore it apart—
Crack!
Was that the sound of my bread doing the Splits?