The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500: Disclaimers

The freedom to make informed decisions for herself.

But how would he know that when even the Princess was primarily focused on staying where she was happy?

However, King Garick, the father who knew his daughter to a great extent, was sure that something was brewing beneath all the great food and spiritual enrichment he was receiving.

After all, they were Orcs, and they would always give as well as they received.

Hmmm...

But how expensive would this be when the show wasn’t even done yet?

And if the others could hear the King’s thoughts, they’d probably agree, as even Jax, an experienced host, was somewhat nervous.

Because what if they had riots after this?

But he just shook his head. Kyle said that if they had violent reactions, it would be best to inform them about the shop immediately!

Although with just one hundred tubs available, on a first-come, first-served basis, won’t he be mugged like this???

He would.

He should’ve known.

Because he should’ve disappeared when the first cry of pain echoed.

Obviously, the reception for the frozen treat was stellar.

And this time around, because of how small it was for all these people with bottomless pits for stomachs, Jax had meticulously reminded them to take it slowly.

For one, they might get brain freeze and panic, but really, it was more because if someone blinked, the "small" serving would be gone, and someone might seriously start a manhunt. However, he also didn’t miss the significant bit about how ice cream could melt, so they couldn’t marvel at it for so long the same way they marveled at the breadsticks.

The guests were somewhat alarmed, but most people looked over the King, who probably needed to be reminded again, but which brave soul would do it?

Well, none other than his daughter, of course.

"Father, for the dessert, you have to make sure you cut it into parts the moment you see it. It’s the only technique that worked for me."

"Why?"

"For your peace and sanity, Father."

But the warning wasn’t enough.

Dozens of eyes fixated on the small, unassuming bowl placed before the closest noble. Inside, three perfect scoops of what they called ice cream sat nestled together. One was a soft blush pink, another was a pale creamy white, and the last one was rather brown.

It looked glossy, and the person closest to it was sure that it was cold.

For people who had never seen ice cream before, it looked less like food and more like forbidden magic.

The nobles weren’t moving. They were just feeling for each other as the bowls for each person kept coming.

Inwardly, they wanted to see how others would tackle this, considering the warnings but were surprised because the cadet motioned for everyone to look over as he ventured to take the first step for the wary nobles.

Meanwhile, as Princess Kira thought how smart Jax was to volunteer for a job that would give free dessert, one brave soul finally reached for the spoon, fingers trembling as though he was about to commit some terrible sin.

The first bite rose from the bowl, thick and velvety, and the mist followed it like a ghost.

The room held its collective breath.

And then, in one final, silent moment...he tasted it.

The tiny spoon disappeared into his mouth.

Silence.

At first, there was nothing.

Then his eyes widened—just slightly at first, then fully, until they seemed to take up half his face. The color in his cheeks rose like a sunset as his jaw slackened.

A strange, almost pitiful sound escaped him.

"...ah."

And then he dropped the spoon.

Both hands clutched his chest like he’d just been stabbed. He staggered back a step, knees buckling, a long, shuddering gasp leaving his lips.

" Wha-what is this?!" he whispered hoarsely, "...the depth..."

He fell to his knees.

Around him, gasps broke out like ripples in a pond.

A woman clutched her necklace. "Is it really that good?!"

Another man lunged at his own bowl, shoving it into his own mouth—only to let out a strangled cry of his own.

"By the stars!" he choked out, tears already pricking the corners of his eyes.

He fell forward onto the table, face buried in his arms, shoulders shaking as he tried to control himself.

Chaos erupted.

One by one, they scrambled for spoons, each one desperate for a bite, only to dissolve into groans and dramatic gasps the moment the bite touched their tongues.

One man simply slumped back into his chair, arms limp at his sides, whispering in utter reverence:

"How is this even possible?!"

Another shouted, voice breaking, "How long did we live without this?!" before stuffing another spoonful into his mouth as though his life depended on it.

Someone in the back actually fainted.

The humans looked funny.

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