Chapter 2 Part 1

Screech... My knife makes that sound as it grinds against the plate after cutting through the meat. 

Mph... Why is meat eaten by the noble so thick? Why not put in a little more effort and cut it into thinner slices.

I am now 10 years old and despite my initial reluctance to believe in reincarnation, I now found myself with no choice but to accept it as a fact as the memories of Blythe remain clear in my mind.

"Jeremy!!!"

My father calls out my name in a dignified voice and scolds me for my poor table manners.

"Relax a little more", he says," As royalty, you shouldn't make noise when you eat, or were you actually trying to cut the plate?

"I'm sorry Father"

At the same time, I thought to myself, that it is impossible to cut a plate with a knife Father.

Although I do understand what you mean, I was just wondering how much strength you would need to accomplish such a feat. But that is probably because of the memories of my previous life. I am always trying to draw the maximum strength available in my body. Even though this meat has been stripped of its bones and tendons,  if I don't use all my strength I won't be able to cut through the meat.

" This is how it is done, sweety"

That was my mother who had left her seat to move behind me as she placed her hands on, mine and gently guided them to cut the meat soundlessly into a beautiful cross-section. And the meat juice flowed from the cut and started to mix with mushroom sauce.

"Thank you, mother"

"No worries"

In contrast with my mother who smiled at me, my eldest brother Leonard frowned while wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Tch. Despite reaching this age you still behave like a wild beast. I can't believe we are actually blood-related"

" No Leo. Jeremy has actually grown a lot just by not holding the meat with his hands"

When my second brother Alan said that, both of them broke out into a peal of mocking laughter.

Haa... I'd really like to hit them in the face.

Sadly Leonard is 18 and Alan 16 while I am only 10.

With the next king candidates teaming up to bully a kid, the future of this country seems rather bleak.

Unlike in my previous life, my current body was still thin and cute.

As it isn't possible to cut a throat with a knife I was about to click my tongue to show my frustration, but my father intervened with a sigh before proceeding to reprimand my older brothers.

"It's okay. It is not something worth criticizing so much. Even sword saint Blythe was like that. In fact, he even cut through the whole plate. Anyway, let's enjoy a pleasant meal together."

My face is red in embarrassment. King Phil... who uses such a failure as an example to his own kids?