The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103: The Sweetness of Memory

"Um... Your Highness, how should we take this?"

At last, one of the attendants voiced the question that had been lingering in everyone’s minds ever since the Divine Heir had first looked at the strange item.

Because when the gate spat out the goods they had just purchased, everyone had been genuinely surprised.

First, there was the size.

The things they were looking at were...

Tiny.

Extremely tiny.

Heck, even the largest hexagon and the accompanying crates looked ridiculously small.

Especially when compared to the massive beast carcasses, rare materials, medicinal resources, and even weapons they used to obtain from the vendors who once traded through the gate.

Yet today, what greeted them were containers and crates so small and delicate that they almost felt the need to handle them with extreme care.

Who knew what they contained, after all?

If there was one thing they were certain about, it was how every single item practically reeked of pure and surprisingly clean spiritual energy.

And despite the bloodshed surrounding them, despite the lingering stench of corruption and battle, an enticing yet muted aroma still managed to reach their noses.

Which only made them even more cautious.

Something too good could always be a trap.

So they couldn’t simply open the items inside the already at-risk makeshift settlement.

What if they were dangerous?

So no.

It would be far safer to conduct a few tests outside first.

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Honestly, everyone had already prepared themselves for the usual routine of guessing what the products were supposed to do.

That was how it had always been.

Buy it.

Poke it.

Experiment with it.

Pray no one exploded.

Then hopefully figure out its purpose.

Yet this time, something unexpected happened.

A prompt appeared.

Not a small one either.

A large projection materialized before them, filled with symbols, images, and what looked to be entire descriptions written in an unfamiliar language.

That was...

Rather thoughtful even if they couldn’t understand anything at first glance.

They had become so accustomed to blindly experimenting with imported goods that seeing actual instructions felt almost novel.

Unfortunately, just as expected, the writing was completely unrecognizable.

The Divine Heir studied the symbols in silence.

Not Celestari.

Definitely not.

As the future ruler of the Dominion, few people possessed a broader understanding of foreign languages than he did. Entire sections of his education had been dedicated to such things.

Yet he could not identify even a single character.

At that realization, he couldn’t help but wonder.

Just how far had those things managed to travel?

At the very least, they had clearly succeeded in crossing beyond their realm.

Still, that question could wait.

The items before them were far more important.

The Divine Heir’s gaze lingered on the floating prompt.

"...D-0, is it possible to translate the characters?"

The usually reliable companion remained silent for a brief moment.

Then it responded.

"I apologize, Your Highness. That does not appear possible with my current database."

"I see."

The Divine Heir nodded calmly, having predicted something like that to happen anyway.

"It’s fine."

After all, disappointment implied expectation.

And they had long since expected nothing.

If anything, this was already far more than what they normally received.

His eyes shifted back toward the strange images and symbols.

"No matter."

"We’ll start with this first."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"...Having something is clearly better than having nothing."

And compared to the countless purchases that required them to blindly stumble their way through discovery...

This was already an incredible improvement.

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It looked confusing at first, but eventually someone noticed that the drawings—that felt more like hieroglyphics—on the bottles appeared to match the more realistic images displayed on the projection.

"Is that what the vendor looks like?" someone innocently asked.

The question caused everyone to pause.

They looked between the smiling figure displayed on the projection—an image that had, unbeknownst to them, been created by combining the features of several cadets—and the strange containers now resting in their hands.

"Very youthful?"

"The ears are surprisingly humanoid too."

The Divine Heir was actually curious about that himself. However, if those figures truly represented the sellers, then perhaps understanding the images would be easier than they initially thought.

Sure enough, another attendant suddenly pointed toward the projection.

"Your Highness, the second-to-last image on the first row! The creature put it in its mouth!"

Everyone immediately looked over.

"I don’t understand what the final image means... because what exactly is that raised thumb supposed to represent?" the attendant admitted. "But the creature appears to be smiling."

"Such small teeth..."

"...?"

Ahem!

"Sorry..."

A brief silence followed.

Then someone spoke the possibility that had just entered everyone’s mind.

"Then... does that mean this is edible?"

"Is it actually food?"

"FOOD?!"

The reaction was immediate.

Several people looked toward the jars with widened eyes while others turned toward the Divine Heir as though asking him to confirm it immediately.

Even the Divine Heir himself felt his heart skip.

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