The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1055

Chapter 1055: Spot the Difference

To be fair, even Theo was at a loss when Elder Wei said that.

Because in truth, none of what he had been doing felt like an actual ability. Hearing that he was supposedly manifesting some kind of difficult-to-discover support-type ability only made him feel like a fraud.

Earlier, before he became whatever this hollow version of himself was, he had actually been excited. The Elder had mentioned something about him having a rather useful ability. And it wasn’t just Elder Wei. The others had said similar things, that his affinity would help a lot in the path he wanted to pursue.

And since his teachers weren’t ones to joke about aptitude and results, his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

Wouldn’t that mean he’d be able to get stronger and contribute more?

Ideally, yes!

So of course, who wouldn’t be excited?

Therefore, when he was asked to sit down to learn a bit more about what he could do, he didn’t hesitate and simply followed along.

However, that was only the beginning of a grueling journey he hadn’t exactly expected.

Because who would have thought it would reach a point where he could no longer remember what had happened earlier?

At times, it felt like he should be grateful just for remembering his own name and identity.

Soon enough, he couldn’t even tell how long he had been at it, or whether his legs were still capable of standing after sitting for so long.

And yet, embarrassingly enough, the only thing he had to show for it was the ability to tell the minute differences between each jar.

Confusing?

Well, he thought so, too.

As a Siren, he had naturally assumed that identifying his bloodline ability would be much easier. It should have been straightforward. After all, it was quite literally something that flowed in his veins.

And while it hadn’t been as obvious before because of the lack of natural water sources, since meeting Luca, he’d been more aware of being able to sense water as naturally as breathing.

Being called toward it and being intrinsically sensitive to spiritual energy were things he’d discovered were largely due to his Siren lineage.

So forgive him for daring to imagine that he might discover even more about himself after today’s once-in-a-lifetime event.

But what do you know?

It was the Nox family members—who confirmed they had no Siren blood in them—who were able to wield water in impressive ways!

Killian Nox was calling forth tidal waves.

Kyle Nox was manifesting a water blade that seemingly obeyed his every command.

And last but not least, Minister Kordell Nox had somehow produced the most adorable water construct they had ever seen. Of course, not that the rest of them had really seen another to even compare, but that wasn’t the point.

Because even now, the adorable one was already being referred to as a sprite!

Now, not to say they had figured out what the little bubble bouncing on top of the Minister’s head was actually doing, but even if all it did was hop in place, that was still leagues better than a Siren who was facing jars like some litmus paper test!

Uh-huh.

One could say his "ability" and exercise was something akin to using a litmus paper strip...

Only in his case, he was the litmus paper.

Not that he was dipping his hand in and testing for pH, but he was using his spiritual tendrils as instructed in what felt like a game of "spot the difference."

"Tell me the difference between each jar."

The cadet remembered hearing this for the first time and being excited—until he realized each jar was the same.

Or at least, he thought they were.

But of course, they weren’t the same. Correction: they weren’t exactly the same.

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In time, the young pharmacist realized there were extremely small differences. Really small ones that made it feel like he was nitpicking on spiritual water of all things.

Absurd, right?

Moreover, yes, he knew that in medicine, even the slightest variation could result in something entirely different.

But this didn’t seem quite the same when it came to spiritual water—especially when it was practically an elixir in any form, as long as one wasn’t completely careless when using it.

Just as he feared, the jars in front of him all contained spiritual water. But upon closer inspection, some had different concentrations, while others had additional substances mixed in.

And how exactly did he get to this conclusion?

Ah, simple.

By sheer repetition.

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