Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

”Why is there a hole in the ceiling again?! ” Bartrem stared at the soldiers one by one as they stood straight beside their bed. Aldred was standing too with Mary behind him.

Bartrem approached a soldier. He noticed dark bags under their eyes. ”I told you there will be a battle today. Why are you staying up late? ”

The soldiers looked at each other. Aldred looked down. Yesterday, he could not fell asleep and greatly aroused. It was weird. He did not know why that happened. He tried sucking the milk from Mary ’s breast to relief the sensation but it did not for the whole night.

So, just like the other soldiers, he had dark bags under his eyes as well. His comrades could not possibly said that they got aroused all night. That would be too embarrassing.

”We don ’t know, sir. ”

Bartrem snorted. He looked at the ceiling. Who the hell made this hole. It happened yesterday, and now it happened again. Was it one of Pharder ’s men? What were their intention in creating holes in the ceiling?

”Prepare yourself and eat some breakfast. ”

”Yes, sir. ”

The soldiers did their usual routine; wear the shirts, don the armor, and strode out of the barrack. They went for the cafeteria where the soldiers eat. Pressure Platoon II had their own place at the very quiet corner. The other soldiers gave them a side-mocking glance.

A total outcast.

Aldred did not expect it would be that bad. He followed Bartrem walking to the table and sat down. Mary sat beside him.

”Will it be the usual bland soup and hard bread? ” Aldred asked. He regretted asking it because the atmosphere was already depressing enough.

The server came with a tray of plates. He put down of what Aldred expect to be baby food but wasn ’t. It was roasted chicken with vegetables and rice, dressed with curry on the side. Steam came out of the bowl. It smelt so nice. His stomach growled just by looking at it.

”This is new, ” Mary said. ”Isn ’t that good, Aldred? ”