The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 808

Chapter 808: Doing the Math

It didn’t take very long for reality to sink in.

Eventually, the attendees realized that there was a very real possibility that they could actually take something home.

Not just memories, but actual prizes.

After watching how tickets could be accumulated, people began revising their expectations at a frightening speed. Many had assumed that earning even a single ticket would be a matter of life and death, considering the absurdity of the prize list on display.

But apparently not.

Shock rippled through the crowd, mirrored by the netizens watching from elsewhere, all of them rapidly scrapping and rebuilding calculations in their heads as Reeve stood there trembling slightly while collecting the golden tickets he had just earned.

Then the Orc Princess added something else.

Casually.

"Oh," Princess Kira said brightly, as if this were an afterthought. "Tickets can actually be pooled, provided everyone involved agreed to it."

"!!!"

The pause was immediate and universal.

She smiled wider. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Of course," she continued in the same relaxed manner, "stealing tickets or coercing others will result in consequences I would personally describe as unpleasant for the person involved but likely satisfying for me."

That did it.

The gathered flock nodded in perfect unison.

Satisfied, Princess Kira reminded everyone that not all games would give out tickets. Some would award prizes directly. Others were simply meant for fun or honest competition.

And with that, the crowd dispersed.

Guests scattered in every direction, laughter breaking out as excitement overtook restraint. People rushed toward machines, booths, and counters with barely contained enthusiasm.

The princess watched them go, grin still firmly in place.

Only then did it occur to her that she might have forgotten to remind them about one small thing.

Time.

But really, who wanted to be constantly reminded that fun had a deadline?

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Thankfully, that concern did not particularly apply to the invitees. For the most part, they only needed to keep track of amenities that required reservations. Everything else was theirs to enjoy freely.

And among those guests was a group of teens who were still processing everything they had just witnessed.

Owen Mylor and his friends stood together in a loose cluster, eyes bright and slightly unfocused. Maybe it was the natural ability of youth to adapt to chaos, but they did not need much explanation to understand that something incredible was happening.

The moment they heard about the arcade redemption booth, they were ready.

"Let’s go," Mason said, already moving.

They barely made it three steps.

"You!"

The voice rang out like a war horn.

The teens skidded to a halt so abruptly that one of them nearly toppled over. Shoes squeaked against the floor as bodies lurched awkwardly forward.

Owen froze.

Slowly, he pointed at himself.

"...Me?"

He looked left.

Looked right.

Unfortunately, there was no one else behind them.

Princess Kira loomed nearby, laughing heartily at the sight. "Yes, you," she said cheerfully.

Every teen straightened instantly and bowed so fast it was almost synchronized.

"Your Highness!" they chorused.

She waved a hand dismissively, nodding at the polite little pebbles that sported such unique hair colors. "Relax. I’m a friend of your older brother."

Owen blinked.

"...Brother?"

Princess Kira grinned. "Of course, your brother! Ollie, our lighthouse!"

Understanding and confusion hit at the same time.

"Oh!"

She tilted her head, studying him. "I just wanted to ask. Did you bring enough allowance for the arcade?"

Owen hesitated. "Um... I think so?"

"Well," she continued casually, giving him a thumbs up, "if you didn’t bring extra, just tell me when you recharge. Kyle said to charge it to his account if you needed it."

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