The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Applicants

The problem did not really lie with her.

They weren’t being clear enough.

Had they been clearer about the rules, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

For what were they thinking when they just said, "Breach the enemy lines," after breaking the examinees into two groups without giving further explanation?

Ada would like to think that her boss was actively redefining the meaning of infantry for these people.

After all, they had been left gawking at the trailblazing princess who bulldozed her way through.

While the green calamity was busy encouraging her loyal aide, Ada was busy apologizing to the unsuspecting examinees who caught strays.

"Your Highness, I think the point of the exam was to display finesse and skill, not just brute force." Said the aide who looked at the course and could immediately tell.

"For one, the rules didn’t say that. And two, brute force is a skill." Argued the princess, who was attempting to hoist Ada over a muddy trench.

The examiners weren’t sure what to do.

On the one hand, they wanted to call her out, but on the other hand, she was right that there weren’t really any rules against this.

So, they could only watch as the Orc princess sprinted straight into the mock enemy lines while destroying the obstacles, which forcefully scattered the surprised examinees.

And by the time they reached the enemy base, it had already been too late for anyone to call her out.

"Your Highness, why do I have a feeling they’ll assign us to the frontlines now?"

"Then that’s great! That’s exactly where we want to be!"

Though even at the back, she’d still be able to see with how short everyone is, anyway! But maybe being in front would allow her to look for him better.

Especially since she had no more time.

Now, while two aspiring mercenaries were out there risking their necks for the sake of gratitude, one princess was actually risking hers for her love life and someone else’s family jewels.

Admittedly, she might not have considered a few things when she decided to enroll.

Like the fact that they couldn’t even go out unless it was the weekend or the fact that her father had heard about a few things and was coming over.

Soon—as in next month.

To let her get married here to honor human traditions before going back to their galaxy for their own marriage rites.

Now, that admittedly sounded great, and really progressive, if not for a teenie tiny problem.

There was no groom.

Or, well, there was supposed to be one; it’s just that he’s probably held up somewhere. And honestly, he better have a gripping story—preferably something involving pirates, hostage situations, or at least some space dragons.

For if he’d simply ghosted her...

Princess Kira cracked her knuckles ominously.

Then he better hope he becomes one before she catches up with him.

And he better do it soon, for she had just cleared the first order of business: getting a mercenary license.

Next up, she’d just have to apply for that particular guild!

She had it all planned out. Sort of.

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But now that he was here, he couldn’t help wondering if he should’ve prepared better or at least prepared something.