An empty stomach
I love food.
It's one of the few pleasures I allow myself.
Even back in my previous life, during the endless war, food was something that kept us going. The nations were in ruins, but soldiers on the front lines always got decent meals morale had to be maintained somehow.
And as one of the heroes often sent to the hottest battlefields, we were given meals nearly on par with royalty. I'd often think, this might be my last meal. There were many who couldn't stomach their food or who ate with grim faces, and somehow, those guys never lasted long.
That's why I always made sure to savor my meals. No matter how dire the situation, I'd find a way to enjoy the food. It became a habit—a survival mechanism.
What I'm trying to say is, the Demon King's family's midnight lunch was insanely delicious.