The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 800

Chapter 800: The Empire Watches, and So Do They

It was a plan that required careful consideration and a generous amount of patience. Against an opponent like that, even a small inconvenience could be considered a dent.

And while one guild was quietly scheming about how to thin out the competition, other guilds that were fortunate enough to have better information were already tearing up their earlier strategies and starting over.

Some plans were no longer just risky.

They were suicidal.

Leah Azren leaned back in her seat and rubbed her temple before rolling her eyes so hard it was a miracle they did not get stuck that way.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" she said, voice sharp with exhaustion. "I lost to him twice. Twice."

"Yes, but—," the current figurehead of the Crimson Foxes began stubbornly.

"But what?" Leah snapped, sitting up straighter.

"Well," Senior Nate Trent pressed on, "your mecha has improved tremendously since then. After that upgrade, I truly believe you can tip the outcome of the battle."

Leah stared at him.

Then she laughed.

Not kindly.

"Senior Nate," she said flatly, "you lost to me fifteen out of the fifteen times we sparred. I lost to him twice out of the two times we fought. And that was me fighting him seriously."

She tapped the table for emphasis.

"Yes, my mecha has improved by leaps and bounds. And yes, I cannot wait to face Ian Zorath to test it out. But did you somehow miss the part where they showed up with mechas we have never even seen before?"

Silence followed.

Leo Azren cleared his throat.

"Senior Nate, my sister is right," he said calmly. "More importantly, even our House’s Master Mechanic has expressed interest in what House Kyros is doing."

That got Nate’s attention.

Leo continued, his tone measured but firm. "He asked me to befriend them. If that old and stern geezer was willing to spare even a few words to say something like that, then I strongly suggest we stay neutral until the actual Cup."

Nate Trent’s jaw tightened.

He was not pleased.

As a senior facing his final Astral Cup, he had every reason to be anxious. He had led the Crimson Foxes for years, fully aware that he was only holding the position until the Duke’s children entered the Academy. He was not a Caius. He did not have family prestige to fall back on.

What he did have was effort.

Years of it.

And his future prospects would rise or fall based on how they performed this year.

So hearing the twins suggest waiting it out rubbed him the wrong way.

Since when did these people hesitate?

Just what was stopping those normally blood-thirsty twins?

Well, that would have to be the same information known to the other dukes: that DG had really participated in the battle of Zone Four.

The dukes didn’t even need to pull logs to confirm it. One look at the soldiers who had returned from Zone Four told the entire story.

Apparently, that level of respect couldn’t be gained by simply paying anyone off. And just by visiting the military headquarters at Planet Nova, anyone would be able to come to the same conclusion.

Their participation had to be that instrumental.

However, that wasn’t really the main issue. It wasn’t like such participation was so unheard of when it had happened several times throughout history. The highest ranking leaders mostly did the same back then when they were still cadets and that was how they propelled their careers to such heights.

But the bigger thing in this case was the true scale of the threat DG faced.

It wasn’t your run-of-the-mill battle, not even close.

And with that in mind, clearly they had to readjust their tactics when dealing with such an unpredictable guild.

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