Chapter 1: The fat aristocrat is kicked out of his home

I want you to leave this house.”

Count Vansankai declared with determination.
Today, he could not bear it any longer and raised his voice in front of his foolish son.

It was soon after finishing dinner at the table.

Mitrof was alone still eating, as usual.
Mitrof’s voracious appetite was coarser than that of commoners.
No matter how much he ate, his insatiable desire for more was never satisfied.
No matter how many times he was warned, Mitrof continued to overeat.

“Are you listening, Mitrof?”

With a fork and knife in hand, Mitrof was soaking mashed potato in meat sauce.
Beside him, a pile of finished dishes had accumulated.
Yet the table was clean, and Mitrof’s eating habits were neat.

The dull blonde hair was similar to his own.
The soft eyes resembled his deceased ex-wife.

However, his clothes could not hide his overweight figure!

A bloated face!

Whose blood runs through his veins?!

“Ah, just looking at you makes my chest burn!”

Count Vansankai turned away, unable to bear it, and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Food, food, food… Mitrof, you have no taste.
No matter how much education you receive, how much knowledge you learn, or how skilled you become with a sword, your desire for food never disappears.
At the recent standing banquet, what do you think Marquis Oddble said about you? He laughed and said you were like a wise troll! You’re a damn troll!”


Mitrof nodded calmly and continued to eat his mashed potatoes, taking one bite after another.

After finishing his plate, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and placed it on the table.

“So, Father, you are disowning me now?”

“That depends on how you behave from now on.”

Count Vansankai replied while stroking his mustache.

The truth was, he wanted to disown Mitrof.
His anger had built up that much.

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