The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 829

Chapter 829: Everyone Gets a Stove

Well, everyone thought so too.

Clearly, there was lucky and then there was Princess Nina-lucky. And it was becoming more and more obvious by the minute.

While the little girl was so happy she was already prepared to give up her entire monthly allowance without a second thought, the netizens watching from across the Empire were having a very different reaction.

They weren’t exactly unhappy. Nor did they hate everything they were seeing.

No. In fact, maybe the issue was because they liked it just a bit too much.

So much that it made their stomachs twist with envy and regret, the kind that left people staring at their screens in silence, wondering where exactly their life choices had gone wrong.

Because how could they not feel that way?

And then, just when they thought the pain couldn’t possibly get worse, Lord Luca calmly told everyone to proceed to their assigned islands based on their booking confirmations.

The livestream was momentarily silenced only to be flooded with messages unceremoniously.

People were sending all sorts of faces that got even D-29 confused. But in reality, those crying faces represented people who were tearing up in real life.

Inside the kitchen, the other participants were rattled as well. There was a brief moment of hesitation as everyone looked around, unsure of what to do. But then the Imperial leaders moved first, calm and composed, walking forward as if this was perfectly normal.

They didn’t hesitate and they didn’t look lost. No wonder they deserved to be leaders of the great Empire!

The dignified bunch looked like people who already knew exactly where they were going.

Which, unbeknownst to everyone else, they in fact, did.

But seeing their confident movement, the rest followed instinctively.

And that was when it hit them.

Everyone had their own space.

"!!!"

Luca spoke again, voice light yet reassuring. "As you can all probably tell, the kitchen is arranged into seven long rows running from front to back. Each row is divided into two columns. Every island is wide enough for four people to work comfortably without bumping elbows or stepping on toes."

He said such insane sounding words without making a big deal about it.

The participants looked at one another.

Then down at the identical tools and ingredients laid out neatly at each station.

Then back at the golden-eyed cadet.

Confusion spread through the room.

It was Thea who finally gathered the courage to ask what the livestream chat had been screaming nonstop.

"Excuse me, Young Lord," she said carefully. "Does this mean each of us will be cooking too?"

She had only realized it moments ago. The islands that had looked empty when they first entered the activity center were now populated with many things. And there were identical sets everywhere.

But she thought they heard something about cooking with their companions and assumed this would be a team endeavor.

Luca’s face lit up.

"Ah yes, my lady," he said cheerfully. "Every participant here will be preparing their own dish. But that doesn’t mean you can’t help each other, of course. After I demonstrate the steps, you’ll be working alongside your companions. And when we reach dishes where you can freely design things, you’re more than welcome to help one another."

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