章 4: I Had A Peaceful Breakfast With The Family? Yeah, Right
MSG – Volume 1 – Chapter 4
Solon was broken out of his state of reminiscing by the sound of someone knocking on the door of his room.
"Little brother, are you not up yet?" the person banging on the door asked, and he immediately recognized her voice.
Aside from his 'mother Ria', she was the only other person that actually talked to him when they did not find it absolutely necessary.
Her name was….
"Saddie." He addressed her as he hopped out of his bed and got the door, which he only opened halfway.
Seeing that he was still in his bed clothes, the person who had been knocking knit her brows before asking, "Are you going to start skipping meal times again? Dad has already ordered the maids to not serve you in your room anymore."
As she spoke, he observed her appearance.
Saddie, the daughter of the Count and his fifth wife, was a 21-year-old beauty with a height of exactly 6 feet and a build that drew most people's attentions to her chests, which were second only to her mother's when talking about the women in the mansion.
She had smooth brown skin, a pair of mesmerizing crimson eyes that went well with the light touch of red lipstick she wore almost all the time, slightly toned arms, and a flat stomach that was always on display as her go-to dress code was a crop top, shorts, and a jacket.
Her black hair was naturally curly and always looked like she just stepped out of the salon.
Her brows were neither too prominent nor thin, leaving her forehead to be in the sweet spot, not too glaring.
Looking down at her feet, he spotted the string sandals she always wore different colors of.
Bringing his eyes back to her face, he answered with a small smile;
"Thanks for worrying about me, Saddie." he said. "I'm not skipping. I'll be down in a bit."
She pouted with thoughtful expression before saying something and turning to leave;
"Better hurry up. Everyone else is almost done, and the maids will come to clear out the table."
"Mm. I'll be there before you can say my name in reverse twenty times." He answered before slamming the door shut.
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After Saddie returned to her place at the large dining table, only two minutes passed before someone else joined them.
As he arrived, the atmosphere in the dining room turned a bit strange.
Some people blatantly flashed him negative looks while others just momentarily froze, giving him a hidden stink eye, before continuing with their meals.
Solon ignored them and planted his bum in an empty seat.
He began to ask for people to pass things to him so he could fill his plate.
As he was about to receive the bowl containing the smoked fish he had asked for, someone beside the person that was passing it to him snatched it just before his fingertips touched it.
Looking up from the spot where the bowl was meant to have met his hand, Solon stared at the perpetrator with an emotionless face.
"You're already lucky enough to be permitted to sit at this table and dine with us. You should eat your food like that. How dare you also want to serve yourself the expensive proteins—meat, fish, and eggs." Said the person that had snatched the bowl of smoked fish.
He did not answer immediately, simply blinking only once before withdrawing his hand.
Picking up a spoon, Solon began to mix his white rice.
"If you wanted the last piece for yourself, you did not have to go about it in such a roundabout way." He answered the fat fellow casually. "All you needed to do was say so."
The clanking of cutlery on plates halted. Everyone was listening to this interaction, even the Count.
"You! You foulmouthed scoundrel!" the fatso that had snatched the bowl of fish slammed his fist on the table, causing the tableware to clatter and the liquid in the glass cups to almost spill over.
"How can you twist the situation like that?!" he raised his blonde brows as he spoke.
Solon did not mind that all eyes were on him. He simply chewed on a spoonful of his food and swallowed before lifting his head to look at the fatso.
The individual's name was Erwin.
He looked like an aspiring sumo wrestler with his dark blonde chin beard and round body outline.
He was apparently the spawn of the Count and his second wife, Maya.
"I will have your tongue pulled out and fed to my pets if you do not get on your knees and apologize, right now!" he demanded.
Solon continued to ignored him, putting another spoon of food into his mouth.
"You, talentless trash dares to ignore me?!" the fatso rose to his feet, his body trembling with fury. "I said get down on your knees! Right now!"
Everyone witnessed as the particles in the air became active, responding to the will of the fatso.
As a level 14 Magus, his attack would prove fatal to the 'talentless trash
' Solon.
No one directly moved to stop him as there was a high chance that he would not actually attack and just use it as a show of force to threaten Solon.
"Kneel!" he roared, caring not that others were watching.
Or maybe he did care, and that was what was making him even more furious—the thought of being ignored in front of everyone was a humiliation he could not bear.
Understanding this point, Solon used it as ammunition;
"So, now that I would not bend my will to retract my statement that outlined your gluttony, you want to use violence?"
"Are you just a plain bully, or are you doing this to change the narrative?"
Solon still continued to eat, not looking up at the fatso anymore.
"Solomon! You wretch!"
It seemed that our dear protagonist's words struck a nerve and finally blew the short-tempered glutton's fuse as whether he intended to or not, his words made the fatso actually go through with attacking him, against his initial plan of scaring the trash into submission.
"Execute: [Ice Spikes]!"
A half meter long cone-shaped piece of ice was formed on either side of Erwin who had murder in his eyes.
If no one intervened, Solon would die for a third time.
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