The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: The Ploy

An addiction.

That’s what it would look like to spectators because even Luca never thought of something being so popular.

And the little cook was surprised because even the prince next to him could be found licking his lips ever so subtly as if looking for that lingering taste.

Was it really that good?

But maybe it was mainly because the prince who had always been iced since young barely found chances of experiencing internal heat.

In fact, it was something that he’d only experienced with the presence of Luca’s energy and, well, his wife’s everything.

His main source of warmth had just produced something so revolutionary that grown adults, nobles, and battle-hardened soldiers shuffled with trembling hands, waiting in line in front of the Duke and the Duchess, who now controlled the cheese and the chili flakes.

Duke Leander looked a tad bit rattled because his precious son had handed him such an important job of shaking the bottle while Duchess Amelia was forcefully getting reacquainted with her people as she allotted the cheese for everyone.

Maybe it was a coincidence, but Gisella thought that it was a sweet and strategic gesture, as this had the unintended effect of humanizing her intimidating presence.

But look at this?

Instead of shirking away, people lined up eagerly, and the Duchess, who was obviously in a good mood, didn’t look like she was about to stab anyone.

Still, how can these people all be so shameless when even the heir was sharing with his friends?!

But the cadets didn’t feel so bothered by that. In fact, they were just glad that Xavier cleaned extra lobsters so everyone could get a bit.

However, Ollie figured he wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly unless he got to the bottom of his new problems.

"Brother," he asked gravely, "how will we get more of these ’chili flakes’ in the future? Cheese, I can understand—Queen Lulu bless her udder—but the flakes?"

Luca chuckled heartily. "It’s actually not that hard, brother. We can make more...once you’re fully rested."

"!!!"

"No, brother, I am rested!" Ollie said a little too quickly. "Fully rested! I’ve recovered so much!"

"Is that so, brother? You want to make them now? But I thought you were waiting for dessert?" Luca asked as he genuinely thought about how his brother was once excited for dessert.

Now that got the blonde to seal his mouth, so sealed it would only open once the fated dessert and the reason for his survival reached his hands.

Meanwhile, Luca realized he should start distributing dessert because he’s been hearing and seeing people’s reactions to the spice.

They loved it. Loved it too much that some people didn’t notice how much they’ve been affected. After all, it was their first time, and they likely didn’t know their own limits.

If so, what better way to end the dining experience than unveiling a dessert perfect for the heat?

Chocolate Ice Cream.

Now, if heaven had a waiting room, it would’ve been full right then.

When Luca initially approached Butler Gary for assistance, the gentleman was surprised to know that their Young Lord had another thing up his sleeve.

Frankly, the day had already been so eventful that people didn’t even know what to discuss first!

Surely, by virtue of its effects on the Empire’s history, Terrence and Lord Ollie’s advancements should be right up there with the fact that it was all because their Young Lord decided to share such good things with his people.

Not to mention how they could now use state-of-the-art training facilities to survive better. And if some of them still managed to be stupid enough to get hurt even after all that concession, the heir was even gracious enough to share his life-saving pills.

Then you’ve got the reunion of the main family, and it was like everything was coming together! But the people of this house seriously needed to be knocked on the head because their internal forum was filled with pictures of lobsters, chili flakes, and lunch boxes.

Worse, there were people crying out about the accidental bending of the metal skewers because they had been so excited to eat.

It was like a mass hysteria.

Sigh.

What a ploy.