Breakfast was lavish, spread across an entire large table and practically piled into a mountain.
There were boiled eggs, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, and bacon and eggs—enough for about six people. Along with the toast, that too was enough for six.
Aside from the vegetable salad, the other salads combined were enough for another six people.
Not to mention the rest: carefully prepared steaks, all kinds of bread and spreads, milk and oatmeal porridge. Even the sliced sausages were piled as high as a small mountain. It was probably enough to give twenty people a hearty breakfast.
Though he wanted to refuse, Michael could only force himself to eat when he saw the expectant look in Sajo Aika's eyes. After all, it was hard to turn down such sincere hospitality.
Still, was there really any need for so many kinds of bread? Even though this body's original owner had been from the Holy Roman Empire—what would be Germany today—Michael really was not fond of German cuisine.
As he ate, he also observed the others. There were no servants in sight, but judging from everything else, the family had not fallen on hard times either. According to the information Michael had gathered, the Sajo Family was a middling mage family, neither particularly distinguished nor lacking, with little real presence.
The Black Magecraft passed down by the Sajo Family was not mainstream even in the Mage's world as a whole. Perhaps Black Magecraft had once been powerful, but as human society developed, its excessive restrictions had inevitably led to its decline. Its former glory was no more.
As Michael pondered, he polished off the breakfast Sajo Aika had prepared for him. Before he knew it, he had already eaten half of it.
"It tastes great."
Setting aside all other factors, he