The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: What the?!

Eden wasn’t sure what she was watching.

Well, earlier she could still follow what was happening. But after the wall came down, everything started getting weird. Really weird.

The wall? Sure, it was likely spiritual energy. She’d seen enough battlefields to know what a powerful burst looked like. So even with the cameras all broken, it wasn’t much of a guessing game.

But enough of that because that wasn’t really what perplexed her.

What she was wondering about was whether the Imperial Crown Prince and his adjutant had gone nuts.

Oh, and maybe the students, too. Definitely the students.

Still, she had a sliver of sympathy for the young cadets. After all, most of the soldiers, herself included, had gone a little bonkers after just one bite of spiritual food.

But what about those two future pillars of the Empire?

Were they possessed?

Possessed enough to maintain such close physical contact without bloodshed or someone being in a chokehold.

Worse, what were those smiles and weird googly eyes? If it hadn’t been for Jax looking and acting all Jax-like, Eden would’ve seriously thought they’d gone to hire actors for today.

Then again, that kid wasn’t exactly the most reliable benchmark, as that one had never been normal.

So just what was happening?

Now, Eden wasn’t naive, nor was she a hater, but more than anything, she wasn’t delusional.

And while that idiot Curtis would insist otherwise, she wasn’t about to just forget how Prince Aeric didn’t like being touched like that. Nor did he like opening his mouth unless necessary.

Then there’s Kyle. That boy was relatively normal, or as normal as he could be for someone of his stature. It was just that, like every single Nox, he had been married to his work, his eyes practically glued to his boss or his terminal.

So what was he doing carrying that cadet like a backpack while ignoring the fact that his boss was out there caressing someone’s ear?

"???"

But Eden’s questions were warranted, as she wasn’t the only one whose head kept tilting as they all tried to process this development.

If anything, what made the whole situation worse was how Princess Kira was the one who offered sympathetic looks to the little human brothers and sisters she’d grown fond of.

Those poor students were too shell-shocked to even record. And rightly so. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

The dynamics had changed. Completely.

A few avid writers had already begun deleting drafts of their stories. Their beloved slow-burn enemy-to-lovers tale? Gone. Shattered. Replaced with...whatever this was.

Then Ollie Mylor came crashing into the scene—literally.

He met them outside the cafeteria. Apparently, he’d gone to check on the heir of House Kyros first, then proceeded to chuck himself onto Kyle Nox’s back like it was completely normal.

"I’m so hungry," Ollie groaned. "And tired. And worried. And I think I forgot everything from class. Is this what aging feels like?"

Kyle didn’t even flinch. Instead, he just patted the leg he was now hoisting up while walking towards the cafeteria, which was only a few steps away.

"..."

There was never this kind of chaos before.

But their questions had to wait.

Because the group finally found a table and sat down.

Princess Kira and Ada approached next, asking if they could sit with the girls they hadn’t seen in a while.

Luca agreed with a warm smile. Then he handed them thermal bags and warned gently, "Careful with the cylinder. That one has hot soup."

That one line? It got the Orcs very excited.

And around them, the crowd buzzed.

"He said soup?" someone whispered.

"Was he planning on giving each person a bag?"

Meanwhile, Luca was already pulling out more thermal bags from his dungeon inventory, excited and completely unbothered by the attention.

See, he could’ve handed each lunch box directly to their respective owners, but the dishes he prepared were best served crispy. So, to maintain that, he used the dungeon inventory to keep everything exactly the way it had been stored.

Finally, he pulled out his own thermal pack—black and gold, shiny and new. His cheeks flushed with excitement. His parents had even gotten him a custom one.

The students watched with bated breath. The cafeteria line had slowed to a crawl as students used it as an excuse to move closer for a better vantage point without looking like creeps.

They watched, utterly entranced, as the group carefully unwrapped their packs and opened them.

Several metal boxes and canisters landed on the table with soft clinks.

"???"

Ollie was shaking. There were definitely more lunch boxes today than usual.

His brother was truly the best.

But before he looked at what his brother packed for them, he was also curious about what the Duke and Duchess prepared for his good brother.

Luca himself had a banana, a salad, and an egg sandwich for a snack, and fish with rice for lunch, accompanied by a matching jug of lemonade. All carefully packed and even labelled by his parents.

He’d carefully taken each item out before seeing a small note that had what looked like a drawing of him.

The drawing was a bit odd for someone who had clearly not used pen and paper in a long time, but nonetheless, Luca appreciated it and had to make sure it was stored safely with Xavier’s note before going for the main event.

Waited for that smell that would eventually reach them if they were patient enough.