The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Inspection Day

Hell could apparently be experienced in paradise.

It was so close, yet so far—that kind of thing.

And it wasn’t just them, for even the actual members could only gawk at this difference in treatment.

If anything, just going into the shack had been a case of willpower, and he’d never seen his badge as more useful than it is today.

Technically, they really were here for an inspection, for short of selling drugs or an underground fighting ring, what kind of legitimate thing could bring about another gathering of these people?

And the last time the same crowd gathered, the Capital looked like a mess.

So, they had to make sure to know just how to explain this.

Especially when the students had gotten wind of this phenomenon.

They were just spectators, but when several students started seeing relatives, parents, and their own goddamned pets, people started realizing that something was wrong.

And the news spread like wildfire.

Students were identifying their own pets, and obviously, this called for an investigation.

Then, and only then, did they find out about the livestream they missed while attending classes.

[This! This is outrageous! How could my dad be carrying our Astrocrab into a Pet Day Care?!]

[Upstairs commenter, that’s your problem?! Look at my Dad carrying MY Moonpuff!!!]

[Hell, at least your parents are carrying that! Do you see that man with a bottle?! My dad’s out there carrying a BEE!]

[I cannot believe this betrayal. My mother, who said she’d never let our Crystalfawn out of the house, not even for a pet show-and-tell, is out there with her!]

[I am calling my parents!]

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In a rare moment of confusion, at least one legitimate pet owner bought in two of her pets.

Princess Nina initially thought she could only bring one and was distraught at the thought of having to pick a favorite.

But then Butler Henry recommended asking her big brother if it was possible to bring both Mr. Quackers and Snowy.

The wait almost killed her, but when she got word that it was fine provided they weren’t both large beasts, and she could pay the membership for each one, the Princess kept bouncing with joy.

However, Butler Henry reminded her that she would have to inform her parents about this decision.

Which was honestly more nerve-wracking than admitting that she ate all the banana chips meant for her mother.

But surprisingly, her Big Brother had asked for permission on her behalf, provided she could remember to keep their relationship a secret.

And so, the little Princess practiced saying just her brother’s name over and over, until Butler Henry said something about it.

"Actually, Princess, you may not have the opportunity to use his name because, ideally, you’re not supposed to know him."

"Oh," she sighed.

But maybe she should at least bring all the stuff she prepared for her Big Brother and the generous chipmunk!

And that was the young girl’s mindset even as she saw her uncle, the Marshal, approaching.

The Imperial Princess sat proudly atop a massive white-furred wolf, its fluffy tail swishing lazily in the sun. While perched in her arms was a rather disgruntled-looking duck, whose beady eyes scanned the crowd as if judging the lesser peasants.

"Your Highness?" Curtis blurted before remembering to give the proper greetings which the Princess effortlessly returned.

"Uncle Julian! Lord Curtis and even Lady Eden! Wow!"

The young princess grinned, waving enthusiastically. "Did you all come to sign up too?"

"Sign...up?"