Eisden was very, very curious! As if to pique his curiosity further, there were additional words on the note.

[If you don’t divulge this to the foreigners, I will send you the next part along with the lunch boxes. —From the best-selling author, Aruvel.]

Eisden hurriedly left the place and jumped inside his sleeping bag to get to sleep.

“I’m hungry…”

“I feel like I will die from hunger…”

The voices of Eisden’s comrades-in-arms rang loudly throughout the base, making him feel guilty. The note had told him that they would give them lunch boxes everyday, in exchange for not telling the foreigners about it. Eisden agonized about the choice that he should make.

‘No. I have to let them know. Ha. This might be an enemy trying to sow discord,’ Eisden thought. He vowed to report that the enemy had employed a strange strategy the first thing tomorrow, when the sun rose. So, he tried to sleep, but failed to do so.

‘That perfectly warm karaage… The crunchy skin and the juicy meat inside… they complemented each other perfectly… the taste inside my mouth was divine.’

This thought flashed in Eisden’s head as he tossed around.

‘Aaaaah. That fried rice too, how can it be like that…’

His lips smacked unknowingly at the thought.

‘I’d rather not say anything about the lunch box…’

‘No! That’s a very dangerous thing to do.’

That was what Eiden told himself as he shook his head vehemently! So, he swept it out...