The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162: The Great Injustice

Now, for the most part, the guardian beast’s account wasn’t exactly inaccurate.

It simply contained considerably more of his personal opinions than objective reality.

Because had he been looking at the situation through everyone else’s eyes instead of his own admittedly biased perspective, Pan-pan’s changes would’ve deserved far more than being dismissed as merely ridiculous.

Well, sure, perhaps ridiculous still fit.

Only because the mere fact that any of this was happening, if at all, was truly absurd.

But nobody should deny that after consuming a single serving of the Luxury Pet Food, several of Pan-pan’s feathers began to glow with intense radiance.

It wasn’t an exaggeration either.

No, this was literal.

Every time light struck her plumage, parts of it shimmered brilliantly enough to make people squint. If she’d once looked like the leader of a major gang, now she resembled an exceptionally offended aristocrat, ready to challenge anyone to a duel for breathing incorrectly.

Unfortunately, the feathers weren’t even the most worrying part.

She’d also developed a new call.

It began innocently enough with a rather dramatic, "Bok booooook," before tapering into several thoughtful, "Cluck, cluck, cluck..." only to abruptly conclude with an explosive, "PUCK-AUH!"

Nobody knew what possessed her to end on such a powerful note.

What everyone did know was that D-29 immediately chimed in with a report saying the chickens back at the coop had begun acting strangely. Upon switching over to the surveillance feed, they found the entire flock standing unnaturally still, every chicken facing the same direction as though patiently awaiting further instructions.

"!!!"

Prince Elior, a man who’d survived his own murderous twin brother, endured exile, and escaped enough near-death experiences to fill several lifetimes, actually found himself breaking into a cold sweat.

Did that chicken...

Really need even more authority?

Frankly, did any of the already overpowered spiritual beasts require another blessing?

Thankfully, not every upgrade looked nearly as terrifying.

Queen Lulu, for instance, simply appeared healthier after receiving her portion. She’d grown noticeably plumper, her glossy coat looking even softer than before, while Elder Pao Xi, after checking the quality of her milk, admitted that it had become significantly richer than it had been earlier.

Naturally, one particular blonde immediately forgot every pressing concern he’d had moments ago.

"Wow!" Ollie exclaimed, staring at Queen Lulu with unconcealed admiration. "If she gets another serving, would it become even better? But it’s already the best! How could something that’s already the best become even better?"

The cow, who apparently understood the possibility of receiving another serving, immediately unleashed every ounce of grace she possessed, blinking those impossibly gentle eyes before letting out the softest, sweetest moo imaginable.

Kyle didn’t even hesitate.

One large hand promptly covered Ollie’s eyes.

"No."

"Huh?"

"You’re not looking."

Because everyone knew exactly where this would end.

Queen Lulu would convince Ollie.

Ollie would convince Luca.

Luca would eventually convince himself.

And before long, they’d somehow find themselves conducting another round of what was rapidly proving to be an alarmingly unpredictable lottery.

Thankfully, Queen Lulu accepted reality with remarkable dignity. One serving had apparently become today’s limit, but judging by the graceful flick of her tail, she looked perfectly content waiting for another opportunity to present herself.

Billy, unfortunately...

Billy inspired considerably less confidence.

Objectively speaking, his blessing wasn’t particularly dramatic. His horns had simply grown larger and smoother, while his body had become denser and sturdier, the sort of subtle improvement that would’ve gone unnoticed under ordinary circumstances.

Unfortunately...

Billy had never been an ordinary circumstance.

Heck, had he not been acting like a goat consistently, they would’ve taken him for something else!

And so, giving stronger horns to the goat responsible for most of the escape attempts inside the dungeon space struck everyone with functioning common sense as an incredibly questionable investment in public safety.

Luca certainly looked worried, as did everyone else who’d ever been forced to chase Billy across the settlement.

Apparently sensing the growing reluctance to hand out future servings, Tortie slowly stepped forward, then narrowed his eyes at the shameless goat in unmistakable warning. His meaning couldn’t have been clearer even without words.

If Billy dared cause more trouble...

He’d personally deal with him.

Having settled that matter to his own satisfaction, the guardian beast shifted his attention back toward the humans.

Now, with discipline apparently secured, there was obviously no longer any reason to postpone the truly important matter.

Namely...

His own serving.

Everything was under control.

Now hurry up already.

’Keep yourself in line, or I’d personally make sure you end up twisted into shapes no respectable goat should ever experience.’

Pop!

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