"Four or five people? Have you seen this place? This is smaller than my bedroom!", Oscar was furious. As a noble, he felt entitled to all the riches in the world, and the thought of sleeping in such a cramped place with such subpar conditions was simply unacceptable to him, like it was to almost every student who had arrived at the city.
"You are lucky. You have a big bedroom. But orders are orders. We are just recruits. Maybe you can get promoted in the next battle, and you can get a better tent.", the man said, his hoarse voice rang through his ears.
"You don't have to worry about that. I am a noble. I am sure there must be a mistake that I am a recruit here. Someone will come soon enough to apologize, and then I will become a superior officer. Then, I will knock that smug look off of your face. You will see hell for disrespecting me."
