Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son
Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son - Chapter 12: Training

The guards kept on dragging him through the wide and tall hallway. Aldred wanted to pew pew them with his fireball, but if he did that he would be hunted by the whole empire. He didn't want that result.

The soldiers brought him outside, and then put him inside a carriage. The soldier knocked on the side of the carriage with his knuckle. "Treat him rough."

Aldred was scared when they closed the door. It was dark inside. The only source of light was from a bunch of holes in the carriage. He sighed. At least the worst case didn't happen. He was still alive. A large part of it might be because of his singing. The emperor could have killed him here and there, if not for his song.

The carriage shook and Aldred heard horse hooves before the carriage moved forward. Being a soldier didn't sound that bad. He had thought about enlisting as a soldier before to get away from his parents, but he wasn't allowed because his race was a minority in that nation.

Those racist fucktards!

He should have killed them too when his father brought him back to the past. He missed his chance, but that was fine, he didn't think much about it anymore. What he should think about was how to stay alive. He was about to become a soldier now, which meant he had to fight.

And after reading some dark fantasy set in medieval times, he knew war wouldn't be a pretty sight.

Suddenly, a small square of the wall in front of him opened, revealing the female guard that took him to the throne. "Who are you?" She asked. Mary was told by the direct subordinates of the empress to take care of the boy and prepared him for battle. This annoyed her. The empress had never taken interest in a boy or any other man before.

She was cold, nonchalant, apathetic, and indifferent to men. Mary liked the empress and secretly thought of her every night in bed. She hated every man that sullied her, this included the emperor. If she was powerful enough, she would kill the emperor and take the empress away to a far land before living happily ever after.

Aldred frowned. 'Is this a trick question?' Whatever that was, he decided to look away and ignored her. She was the one who took him to the throne hall. Everything that happened to him today was because of her.

Mary's nerves on her forehead bulged. "Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"

"So?" Aldred said.

"So?" Mary was confused.

"So, do I look like I care?"

Mary gritted her teeth. If not for the empress' order she might have gotten inside there and kill the boy. "You're still alive right now because of the empress. Remember that, or I will kill you myself."

She slid the small wood, closing the hole.

Aldred frowned. 'What is she talking about? Obviously, I was saved because of my singing skill.'

The carriage went on rolling in god knows where. Aldred couldn't see anything through the holes because they were too tall for him. The carriage was quite expansive, so he had a lot of space to roll around.

Also, he tried to enter the divine dimension space and hide, but…

[Divine Dimension: On Maintenance. Please wait for the next update while we fix some bugs; One in particular where the ghouls can sing weird songs.'

Aldred sighed. The space went on an update in such a terrible time like Minisoft. Their Windshield XP operating system always updated automatically, and never at the right time. He missed a lot of homework because of that.

After a few hours of traveling, Aldred felt his stomach rumbling. "I am hungry," he said, holding his stomach.

He smiled bitterly at that. When was the last time he felt hunger? For ten years he had received a lot of love from his family. All the food in the world magically appeared before him every single day. There were no hours, minutes, or seconds that he felt the sensation of hunger with his family, but he was reminded again of the cruelty of the world.

Aldred calmly let out a breath. He was too spoiled. Too spoiled that he forgot all the sufferings he received in his past life. Maybe this was God's way of making him remember, reminding him to always be grateful for the life that he had.

He lay on the floor and breathed, closing his eyes as he thought about all the fun days he had with his father. It helped him to forget about the hunger gnawing inside his stomach. He had done this many times before in his past life. At that time, he would think about cool adventures and magic power, but now, all he wanted was his family back.

The carriage slowly came to a stop. Aldred opened his eyes. "Have we arrived?"

The square wood on the wall slid open, and a hand threw something inside. It landed on the floor and rolled in front of him.

"Eat. We will train in a few minutes."

"Train? For what?"

…

Mary stood straight in front of Aldred as he swung the steel sword for the fiftieth time. Sweat poured out of his body, drenching his clothes. His limbs were weak and tired. He felt like releasing the sword and gave up.

"Straighten your back!" Mary shouted and whipped his ass with the dull side of her sword.

Aldred winced in pain and straightened his back.

WHIP!

"Your grip is too weak!"

WHIP!

"Put more strength into the swing!"

WHIP!

"Stop looking at my breast!"

"Why? I need motivation!"

WHIP!

After a few hours of training, Aldred fell to the grass. His arms hurt from all the swinging. The sword was too damn heavy at the tip. It was too unbalanced. He groaned as he looked at the sky with ragged breath.

"Ahh… I felt like dying again."

His butt in particular was terribly in pain. It was worse than the pain he had in his other body parts.

"Put your ass off the grass. We continue our training now!"

Aldred was shocked. "I just put my butt on the grass for a few minutes."