The half-brother who showed up on the day of my father’s funeral.

“According to the will, the title of Marquis of Sayre goes to the eldest son, who had been missing.”

And on the day my title of Marquis was snatched away by him,
I, Brisa, remembered my past life.

That this world is inside a novel, that I had been reincarnated,
and that the territory would soon be isolated, leaving us all to starve to death!

‘If this isn’t a delusion and is definitely the real future…’

I had been hiding my true identity all this time out of fear of being criticized for ‘not acting like a noble,’ but there was no choice now.
I had no option but to use the knowledge accumulated from my past life!

I gathered the order of knights and asked solemnly:

“Is there anyone among you who has farmed potatoes before?”

Because our survival depended on seed potatoes.