The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 790

Chapter 790: This Is Supposed to Be an Expo

Now who wouldn’t hightail from that?!

It was one of those moments when Sam realized that surviving Zone Four didn’t mean they were safe, because death by invitation was suddenly very much on the table.

Thankfully, the same young lord who had just sent them to the metaphorical guillotine also calmly added that participants in the Zone Four battle had received invitations as a token of appreciation from DG.

The instant those words left Luca’s mouth, the intensity of the gazes around them shifted. It didn’t diminish, but this time, people nodded instead of just staring like predators.

One attendee even said approvingly, "No wonder you rushed over to help. That’s good. Very good."

But before Sam could respond, a small voice cut in with unexpected seriousness.

"Mister," the child asked, looking innocently yet determinedly between the two soldiers, "what are you getting?"

The adults nearby paused.

The parents stiffened.

Sam and Marco both froze.

"I want to be a soldier too," the child continued earnestly. "So I want to know for inspiration."

Luca smiled, warm and completely unbothered. "The soldiers will be receiving a three-hour date."

Silence followed.

The child blinked. "A date?"

"Yes," Luca replied cheerfully. "It’s a great way to bond and improve a relationship."

Every head slowly turned toward Sam and Marco.

Sam felt his soul attempt to leave his body.

He opened his mouth, ready to deny everything, to explain, to clarify that this was not what it sounded like.

But the shining eyes of the crowd, combined with the child’s reverent stare, crushed all resistance.

"Yep," Sam said stiffly. "Just like he said."

Then he grabbed Marco by the arm.

"It’s right about our booking time!" Sam blurted. "So we have to go in now!"

And with that, he dragged Marco toward the entrance before anyone could ask follow-up questions.

Once they were a safe distance away, Marco chuckled. "You ran."

"You try answering next time!" Sam hissed back, ears burning.

Marco stretched lazily as they walked. "Sure. What’s so hard about telling the truth? This is a date after all."

"How could this even be a da—?" Sam started, then stopped when he noticed that the man beside him looked odd.

Marco had frozen.

He was staring ahead, eyes wide.

Sam followed his gaze.

And then he felt it before he saw it.

A sudden wave of spiritual energy washed over him.

Sam’s shoulders tensed first. He drew in a sharp breath, chest tightening as the air itself seemed heavier. For a brief moment, his vision blurred and his thoughts scattered, as if his senses had been knocked out of alignment.

He blinked hard and forced himself to refocus, only to shock himself further.

"...Damn," Sam muttered under his breath. "This might actually be a date."

The space beyond the threshold burst open before them.

A vast domed greenhouse unfolded in every direction, layered both vertically and horizontally. Greenery rose in terraces and balconies that curved along the glass walls, plants cascading downward in rich waves of color and life, a sight Sam had only seen in historical picture books.

Sunlight poured through the segmented dome above, bright and golden, refracted through leaves and branches until the air itself seemed to glow.

A shallow waterway ran through the center of the hall, wide and calm, a stark contrast to how he and everyone else would feel the moment they entered.

Broad stone slabs floated just above the surface, forming a gentle crossing. The water reflected everything. Glass. Leaves. Movement. People.

It also reflected how completely dumbfounded they were.

But maybe what got him really wondering about the place was how he could definitely see furniture all over.

Low couches were arranged in relaxed clusters along the walkways, their frames smooth and understated. Some were curved gently, following the lines of the space itself.

Reception Table.

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