The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 769

Chapter 769: The Deputy and the Demon

Clearly.

Or if the world wasn’t ending, at least his life was.

Deputy Officer Curtis stared at Eden with absolute disbelief. His eyes were wide, his jaw slack, and his voice came out cracked and accusatory.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

He sounded mortified. Deeply. Entirely. As if this were not the first time she had personally endangered his lifespan.

Well, of course, it wasn’t the first. Then again, that insane woman would just argue how it’s always been mutual.

Eden, still gripping his collar with one hand, only rolled her eyes. She tilted her head at him, unimpressed. "Then were you planning on going with the Marshal?"

Curtis balked. The mere thought tired him out. But then again, going with the Marshal was still better than going with the demon incarnate standing in front of him.

His relief lasted two seconds.

Because the demon shrugged casually and said, "Then it would be best to go with him. I have the expo passes anyway. Wouldn’t be hard to look for someone to go with."

Curtis felt electrocuted.

And it was not only him.

Because jokes on all of them. They might have the booth invitations, but how were they even going to use them without the actual expo passes?

Eden, of course, had predicted this. She had seen it coming back in Zone Four.

The moment they were told they were being invited, her first instinct was to secure full passes to the expo. And she did not buy just one. She purchased several just in case. The tech specialist with tingling senses had a major inkling that something was once again going to happen.

And sure enough, when the day of reckoning came, she was right.

The soldiers who had been setting dates moments earlier stopped everything and scrambled to log into the Annual Expo’s online ticket center.

Their horrified cries echoed through the mail room as they discovered that there were almost no event-long passes left. What remained were only daily passes that cost more, offered shorter access, and did not include VIP entry lanes.

"!!!"

The panic was justified.

The shrieks multiplied.

And the more she heard, the brighter Eden’s smile became.

From a few steps away, Nia watched all of it unfold. Her eyes lit up. This was her chance. She had heard about Specialist Eden and had met her briefly at Zone Four. Such a smart and decisive woman. What an idol.

She raised her hand, ready to volunteer. If anything, she would really like to learn from her.

But before the excited soldier could even step closer, Eden vanished from her line of sight.

"?!"

Curtis had moved.

In one swift motion, he encapsulated Eden with both arms and hid her face from everyone who had started looking at her like live prey.

Of course, there was no one in the room more predatory than this tiny woman, but today was different. Today, Curtis was a changed man who desperately needed those expo passes, and there was no way he would hand her over.

However, Curtis did not move.

He stood rooted to the floor like a statue.

Because clearly these people had no idea what it was like to go on a date with the devil. She actually bites. And nibbles.

"!!!"

But just as one unfortunate deputy was trying not to think about the impending disaster, and that inexplicable itching desire to overhaul his hovercraft, another hard-worker was dealing with an entirely different crisis.

In the most unexpected meeting place, under a giant tree, several prominent figures were gathered, all sitting on the ground and coping in their own miserable ways.

The weather was great as always, the air was fresh, and the breeze would have made anyone want to run around excitedly.

And in truth, they would have all preferred to do just that and more. But instead of rolling around freely, eating, or fishing happily, there they were, gathering with furrowed brows.

"Dad, are you serious?" asked one Chief of Staff, who was actually on the verge of another breakdown.

It did not look like it, given how much his skin was glowing, but Killian Nox was definitely not having a good day.

After being summoned to a high-level meeting that included his father, the marshal, the duke, the duchess, the emperor, and the empress, how could he even salvage his mood?

"Yes. Would we all be talking here if such a problem didn’t exist?" his similarly tired yet robust-looking father replied.

Well, obviously not. But changing up preparations this close to the event?

Who in their right mind wouldn’t question the impossibility of that?