The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1009

Chapter 1009: After the Blur

The entire Closing Banquet could be labeled as a blur, with some even going as far as to call it a construct of their own minds.

After all, how else could one explain the sheer density of events that unfolded in a single night?

From the moment the guests arrived, to the auction that escalated into madness, to the first dances that sent waves across the Empire, to the sudden match that no one had been prepared for, to its utterly incomprehensible outcome, and finally to the announcements that followed—it was all too much.

Too overwhelming and utterly unbelievable.

So much so that it took nearly half a day before people finally began discussing DG’s announcements with any semblance of coherence.

Yes, because the citizens had been too distracted trying to process everything—from the smallest details of their outfits all the way to the staggering number of clips that were saved in just one night.

But when they finally got to it...

The forums exploded.

[Thread Title: DID ANYONE ELSE NOT SLEEP???]

[OP, I walked out of my room with eyebags so dark my mother asked if I joined the underground mining guild. I didn’t sleep. I physically could not sleep. Who allowed that banquet to happen???]

[Same. I told myself I’d just watch one clip. One. But now, it’s been seven hours.]

[You think that’s bad? I replayed the match twelve times just to confirm it wasn’t edited.]

[And yet, even now, it still looks fake.]

[Wait. Wait. Where did you get your profile picture???]

[Timestamp 02:14:33. When Young Lord Luca smiled after (while) "examining" that guy’s leg.]

[...That’s a smile???]

[Excuse you. But that’s THE smile.]

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[I want to glow like that. I really want to glow like that. Unfortunately, I already live in a different reality.]

[???]

[Please know that I tried to slap myself three times already, but unfortunately, the same thing still remained true. Out of five people in my friend group, two of them actually won in the raffle draw.]

[Two.]

[Explain that to me.]

[...Rest in pieces, dear sister.]

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[That’s not a friend group anymore. That’s a betrayal circle.]

[Have you tried rubbing up against them? Clearly they’re on to something.]

[I already did.]

[But just this morning I slipped on my own laces.]

[...]

[...]

[Please consider exorcism.]

The thread had been rather somber but united in their distress when a rather unique message popped up.

[Big brothers and sisters... what did I miss?]

[I had to sleep early because I had an exam today, but what is this thing about a raffle draw?]

[Little sister, it’s good that you were responsible.]

[Maybe you should ask after your exam so you can concentrate in the meantime.]

[Ah! Thank you for worrying about me! My exam just finished, and we’re already on lunch break!]

[Please tell me! I kept wanting to watch the VOD of the stream, but it’s blocked at school, and we can only check forums like this until we get home!]

[...Very well.]

[Please ensure you are sitting down for your own safety.]

[Eh?]

[DG’s Annual Expo booth—yes, the one that should’ve won every award in existence—will remain operational even after the Expo, in partnership with the Imperial Family.]

[WHAAAAT?! ISN’T THAT GOOD NEWS?!]

[Of course it is, little sister.]

[Especially if you managed to secure a slot in last night’s raffle.]

[WAIT WHAT?!]

[Because aside from the slots raffled away, only those who won DG’s competitions or those who managed to obtain dwarf mango trees will be allowed to go at their own convenience.]

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