The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Transfer

Meanwhile, a few people were taking the concept of work a tad bit too far in the eyes of one dwarf and an assistant.

Gisella and Cece were struggling with the sheer domesticity of it all as they watched what should have been elite pilots taking down beasts, but instead turned into this.

They were, in turn, dismembering monsters like obedient butchers under the tragic, trembling gaze of two pint-sized superiors in star pajamas and an exploration suit.

It was truly a sight to behold, one that partly left the two women both impressed, bewildered, and mildly envious.

Because, really, who does this?!

For before them, the battlefield by the edge of the barren lands no longer resembled a battleground but more like a processing zone.

And at the center of it all, Luca and Ollie reigned supreme—a duo of ruthless, distressed little merchant overlords who inspected every salvaged material as if it could personally wrong them.

Every chipped plate, every damaged horn, every hastily severed polymer vein earned them an audible gasp or a pained groan that could make grown warriors flinch.

"..."

Well, mainly Xavier and Kyle, who, for the most part, tried to meet their stringent requirements wordlessly.

Really tried to.

Even hovering ever so slightly before a kill, seeking silent approval before proceeding with any cut or movement, now they reeked of professionalism.

And the two entrepreneurs couldn’t be happier.

Cece stared at them, horrified and weirdly impressed.

"Meanwhile, my ex couldn’t even be bothered to get his own food," she whispered to Gisella in awe.

"Yeah, no. You just married a baby," deadpanned the assistant.

"If only. At least babies are cute." Snorted the dwarf, who thought that it would be an insult to babies.

But what could they really do when even they were aware of just how important these materials would be?

So what do you know? Eventually, three mechas could be found doing the Lord’s work.

However, this strange peace didn’t last long.

For eventually, thrusters ignited on the horizon with the return of the two mechas.

The Duchess and Butler Gary finally hovered towards them, coated in a new, faint film from the lake’s precious, mysterious liquid.

Immediately, Luca opened comms, relief evident in his voice.

"Mom! You’re back!"

Amelia offered a small smile through the comms, her voice warm.

"It’s good to be back, son. We managed to get the liquid we needed." She started.

It was good news, but her lighthearted tone faded when she continued.

"We found the cave," she said, "and the lake is still accessible to a degree."

The group exhaled in collective relief.

"However," she continued, voice firming, "the grasslands beyond the lake are a different story."

Her mecha gestured toward the south, where the dome canopy cracked and frayed.

"We could barely recognize the place. And I’m not sure if we’d be able to find a safe space to camp out again."

"While we can try the cave, we might attract unnecessary attention and collapse it by accident."

A heavy silence settled.

"And then there’s the matter of the spores, too." Butler Gary added. "Apparently, they used to go away after a while, but even now they’ve just grown thicker, even growing and feeding on those dead beasts."

But that wasn’t all.

Duchess Amelia turned her gaze toward the east—the direction of their true objective.

Toward the tree.

Towards the entrance of the labyrinth that would lead to that beast’s lair.

"There’s something else," she said.

Everyone tensed.

A soft, lingering kiss pressed against the nape of his neck. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}