The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 366

Chapter 366: Consolation Prizes?!

Guard Terrance did not imagine he could have such luck in his life.

For one, he was once an orphan left to die on some numbered planet. But who could’ve thought he’d end up rescued and accepted into a ducal house?

Yes, he was raised by the people of the House of Kyros, and while it wasn’t the Duke or the Duchess who actually took him in, they all knew that the orphanage’s generous support came straight from the couple’s hands.

He and the other orphans had never wanted for food or shelter. They were given education, encouraged to develop hobbies, and when the time came, they were even provided better mechas if they wanted to join the military as mecha pilots.

So, when the time came to choose which sector he’d want to be assigned to, in his mind it was a no-brainer to choose the House of Kyros.

But the then fresh-faced soldier was surprisingly met with many warnings about not being able to progress because that house had gone into seclusion and had only been doing the bare minimum.

The funny thing was that Terrance couldn’t understand what they were getting at because, like the soldiers under the other houses, all the soldiers he knew from Planet Kyros were still battling in the contaminated zones, just like everyone else.

Then he learned that it was mostly because they were all preparing and envisioning the house’s eventual fall once the leader died.

Now that was something Terrance had nothing to say about because even he knew just how many people died due to contamination, which would generally lead to Spiritual Power Imbalance.

But even then, this was his only way to give back to the house that supported him through most of his life. And so, even when the actual people from the house encouraged him to go elsewhere to further his career, the young soldier decided to stay.

And what do you know? It was the best and smartest decision he had made in his short life.

Because right now, Guard Terrance, one of the youngest soldiers in this house, was receiving his prizes for being among the Top 10 survivors in that all-out battle royale.

In his case, "survivor" was the perfect word, because if that veteran opponent hadn’t accidentally disqualified himself by breaking a chunk of the arena with a punch too strong for the bounds, Terrance knew he wouldn’t have lasted another minute.

It was an accidental win, sure. However, it was all worth it. And after realizing what they were getting, the young guard felt like he could possibly survive another round. It would be deadly, but he would manage.

Because he was dead sure that no other house, and probably not even the Imperial family, would be able to provide them with anything close to what the heir of a supposedly washed-out house was handing them now.

Luca started with the consolation prizes.

This was unheard of. But it was in part because the surviving winners had to go through a round of first aid treatment; after all, they really did not hold back.

So everyone received participation prizes, which were baskets brimming with fresh fruits, vegetables, a dozen eggs, and even jars of fruit jam.

Not just a token apple or carrot, but enough to make real food, meals, and feasts.

Like several decent salads. If they only knew.

The guards, even those who had lost, practically vibrated with excitement.

But to Luca’s horror, as he watched from the side, he saw several of them about to eagerly bite straight into raw vegetables, ready to chew through them like starved rabbits.

Oh no.

It hit Luca like a lightning bolt. They didn’t know how to cook!

It was a painfully obvious detail the golden-eyed heir had completely forgotten. Outside of the manor’s newly trained kitchen staff, most of these people didn’t cook; they just ate whatever they were handed, exactly as is.

Luca’s heart lurched into full-blown panic.

He realized that his carefully prepared prize might have been, well...a bit insensitive.

But just as Luca was about to spiral further into his panic, Ollie burst in, grinning from ear to ear like a golden-haired savior.

"Wait, wait, wait! Hold up everyone!" the blonde called out, waving his arms dramatically to stop everyone from excitedly chomping down on their precious ingredients.

Everyone froze mid-motion, blinking in surprise as their Young Lord’s best friend puffed up proudly.

"I’ve got videos!" Ollie declared, chest out, hands on his hips. "Luca’s cooking instructions! All recorded! I’ll share them with everyone so you can actually make something good out of what you’ve got! So don’t just randomly chew on them!"

The crowd blinked up at him.

Then they turned to blink at the golden-eyed heir. _{freёwebnovel.com}

And then, like a sudden wave, the room exploded in cheers.

Ollie beamed, visibly basking in the glory of his advanced thinking, practically radiating smug satisfaction as he gave a thumbs up to his relieved brother.

Apparently, the Young Lord prepared sets of healing, stamina recovery, spiritual recovery, and even guiding pills, specifically for the top ten winners.