Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

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[Aldred]

Health Points: 70/70

Level: 32

Titles: Tough Boy

Power:

-Fire Manipulation (Click to show the list of skills)

-Water Manipulation (Click to show the list of skills)

Attributes:

-Strength: 13

-Vitality: 14

-Intelligence: 50

-Dexterity: 7

Stat points: 16

Skill points: 16

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When they returned to the barrack, they saw Bartrem arguing with a soldier.

"I am telling you. my unit cannot fight without armor."

"Ask the blacksmith to make armor for you."

"Hah! They're always unavailable or full whenever 'we' asked them to make something. Don't act like you don't know."

"This is an order from the captain. There is a camp of bandits to the southeast and you have to eliminate them before a week." The soldier left immediately.

Bartrem clicked his tongue, but he controlled his anger as he stared at the back of the leaving soldier.

"What's wrong, Bartrem?" Aldred asked.

"Great news. Not only do we have to make our own potion, but we also have to make our own armor. And don't mention asking the blacksmith for armor. You know what they did to us. We cannot trust them anymore."

That day, the blacksmith thinned their shoulders padding which made it easier for the enemy to penetrate. It almost cost them their arms, and Bartrem would never forget that.

"Have you got the ingredients?" Aldred asked.

"Here." He threw the boy a crude leather bag.

Aldred opened it and saw a bunch of fresh herbs and a small container with salt. He then dragged Pongo inside the barrack and closed the door. Mary, Bartrem, and Mira followed him inside.

"Does anyone have an empty bottle?"

Pongo vomited out the bottle that landed on the bed. Aldred bitterly smiled at the saliva dripping from the battle but decided to use it anyway. The boy grabbed a handful of herbs. He then wrapped it in a bubble of water.

Bartrem and Mary were surprised that Aldred can use the water element, but they kept their mouth shut. Aldred seemed to be concentrating right now as he pulled out a healing potion and analyze the green liquid again. It did not really tell him how to make the potion, but he can make some guesses. First, he crushed the herbs with water pressure. The glob of water floating on his palm turned green. He then add a little bit of salt to it. After that, he put it in the bottle.

"That's it?" Bartrem asked.

Aldred bit his own arms. Blood leaked out from the wound. He then drank the potion.

He watched the wound, but even after a few minutes, his wound was still open.

"It didn't work," Aldred said.

"Let's try again," Bartrem said. "Look your wound is slightly closed."

It was true. His wound was only slightly healed. Motivated, Aldred tried again, just like earlier, but he added more herbs.

This went on for two days, but he kept failing. Bartrem looked for more herbs in the forest with Joseph and Jeffery. He tried again, but alas he failed again.

Night time came.

Mary smiled at him and hugged him in bed. Aldred was sad and dejected that he failed to make the potion. Mira caressed his head and told him that it was okay to fail. Even Pongo did not talk smack to him and encouraged him instead.

Mary let him play with her breasts. He sucked her milk as he played with the other one. She caressed his head and gave his forehead a kiss. Aldred sucked in harder, tickling her and making her moan.

Mira only blinked when she saw how casual Mary and Aldred were about sucking nipples. Although she let him suck her own nipple as well, she wasn't as casual as both of them.

'She told me that she wasn't his mother, but she feed him with her milk nonetheless. The Ceraisian have a strong motherly culture. I should bring this culture to Montcresia so more children all over the world will be fed.'

Time passed quickly. Mary was sleeping, and Aldred asked Mira to let him suck her nipple. She sighed with a smile and agreed. As she let Aldred suck her nipple, she noticed something… Milk started coming out of her breast. That was weird. To her knowledge, a woman can only produce milk when she was pregnant.

[A/N: to those who are wondering, it is possible for women to produce milk without being pregnant. You can find the link here: https://www.llli.org/breastfeeding-without-giving-birth-2/#_ftn3 ]

Aldred sucked in harder as he felt the warm liquid entering his mouth. Mira started to feel pleasure and ticklish. Her body trembled and she wrapped her hands around the boy's head, bringing him closer to her. Her cheeks blushed as time passed. The boy fondled her left breast and sucked her right nipple.

Throughout the night, Mira felt the pleasure increasing, making her tighten her grip on the boy even more. Eventually, Aldred fell asleep. Mira was breathing profusely. Her cheeks were rosy red as she put the boy on her boobs.

The next day.

Aldred was still sleeping as the others went out of the barrack. Mary wanted to talk about something with Mira, and the rest of the soldiers had already gone out for their training.

When the boy woke up, he was surprised that no one greeted him as usual. Pongo was still here though. Rubbing his eyes, Aldred felt sleepy again and let himself fall on the bed. He felt something behind his head. Sitting up, he saw a small parchment made out of animal skins on the pillow.

Aldred took the parchment and looked closely. Written on the parchment were the formula and methods of how to make the healing potion. The boy narrowed his eyes. This was very suspicious. How could the formula for making the potion just appear on his pillow? But looking at it again, the ingredients were correct, only his methods were wrong.

"Let's try this."