The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226: First Food War

For a moment, the grand dining hall was a battlefield.

Clashing utensils, clacking chairs, and occasional grunts echoed throughout the grand chamber.

Though the House of Kyros was once known for its formidable military prowess, it seemed that its most vicious skirmishes occurred not in the contaminated zones—but over a dining table.

The once pristine and meticulously arranged platters of food had been reduced to mere shadows of their former glory as serving spoons scraped against empty plates.

It was a desperate bid for a good chunk of heaven, apparently.

But amidst the chaos, one figure finally managed to stand tall—or, at the very least, taller.

Steward Han.

A man known to many for his professionalism, sharp wit, bald head, and unflinching dedication to the household. Yet it was also for his profession that he initially wouldn’t have been able to fend off these fiends!

But he trained.

And it was showing.

For the first time since he invested blood, sweat, and tears in his cause, the hardworking steward found himself locked in a no-holds-barred battle for survival—or for that last batch of roasted potatoes.

His normally slow hands moved with a speed that didn’t seem like he worked in logistical planning as he swiped food into his place with the efficiency of a seasoned veteran.

And this shocked everyone who did not expect such a showing from the Steward who was once the easiest opponent.

And he almost wept.

For as much as he could now cook the baked fish, he still hadn’t tasted the surprise dishes offered by their wonderful heir.

So the Steward, who seriously had a leg up above everyone, thought of what to aim for, noting that he would just battle it out with the fish, worse comes to worst.

But Steward Han wasn’t the only one fighting for his share.

At the head table, Ollie had valiantly joined the fray. Unfortunately, he was not Steward Han and had a different level of opponents.

Not only was he competing with the Duchy’s best warriors, but he was also disadvantaged by his small stature and lack of combat abilities.

If anything he realized that the other guys may have been taking it easy on him. For they were clearly able to match the prowess of these veteran soldiers.

Nooo! Ollie screamed in his mind as he again lost the battle for that Brussels sprout he was eyeing.

Every time the poor mechanic reached out for something, it was gone by the time his utensils would get to it. And by the third failed attempt, his shoulders slumped in despair.

His seatmate, on the other hand, had no such struggles. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

As his S-grade physique and unrelenting training unconsciously prepared him for such situations.

Kyle’s hands moved with fluid precision, his hands darting between plates like a thief.

Roasted potatoes, corn, baked fish, and those heavenly Brussels sprouts quickly accumulated on his plate while the others were doing just the same.

But just as the concentrated adjutant prepared to swipe at another piece, he noticed the wilted mop, who looked like he was about to grow mushrooms anytime soon.

The shorty’s plate was empty.

Unless you count that tiny sprig of rosemary garnish that he managed to save from falling as someone tugged a little too hard to get a portion.

Kyle paused.

Then sighed.

It pained him to let go of his spoils, but his conscience would likely pain him more. And so he wordlessly reached over and switched their plates.

Ollie blinked. His hair antenna stood in attention at this sudden reversal.

"Wha—what?"

"Just eat," Kyle sighed, already working to fill a new plate for himself. "Before someone else gets ideas."

For a moment, Ollie simply stared.