The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 833

Chapter 833: Miracles Under the Counter

"How hard could that be?"

It was a question no one dared answer after surviving the ordeal of cutting mangoes into thin slices.

And it very nearly became a triggering statement once whipping cream entered the discussion. If not for the invention of that miraculous thing called a hand mixer, several warriors might have left the kitchen with wounded pride and broken bowls.

Originally, Luca taught everyone how to do it with a rather dubious-looking tool called a whisk.

He demonstrated patiently. The bowl was tilted at an angle. The whisk went straight down, then back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Soon, the words echoed throughout the demonstration kitchen, whispered like a mantra. As if forgetting the motion for even a second would cause their hands to betray them and start stirring instead.

Apparently, it was not supposed to feel like a chore.

Apparently, their arms were not supposed to hurt.

Well, in a sense that was true because they couldn’t care less about their arms. Even if they had to whisk people in a bowl, their arms would survive.

The issue was the current ingredient in question.

Looking at the fragile bowl, the dainty whisk, and especially that soft white cream, many of the soldiers and hardened warriors found it difficult to believe any of it would survive their strength.

Then the white-haired cadet silently reached under the counter.

Every head turned.

Without a word, he placed a compact device on the table.

"For larger batches, or if you want to save time and energy," Xavier said calmly, "there is a tool called a mixer. A hand mixer like this allows you to whip the cream at high speed simply by holding it over the bowl and letting it do the work for you."

He switched it on.

The device whirred to life.

Several people gulped.

The cream transformed before their eyes, smoothing out, thickening, becoming fluffy and structured in a way that looked almost unreal. In moments, it matched exactly what Luca was holding.

A dangerous silence fell.

Then saintly Luca, who stood beside the god with a mixer, smiled brightly.

"If you reach under your counters," he said cheerfully, "there should be hand mixers available for anyone who would like to try using them."

The reaction was instantaneous.

Hands dove downward.

Drawers flew open.

It was less like a cooking class and more like people had just been granted a second chance at life.

Princess Nina, meanwhile, was staring at the tool in shock.

She had been diligently whipping her own cream by hand, the bowl cold from the cream being chilled in advance, her small arms working hard with absolute focus.

Only to learn that such a thing existed?

She hesitated, still deciding, when her big brother appeared beside her table during inspection.

He glanced down once.

Then nodded.

"Good whipping work," Xavier said simply. "That’s the consistency you’re looking for."

Princess Nina froze.

"...R-really?!"

"Yes," he replied. "But you can also try the hand mixer for experience. Especially for the next step where condensed milk would be mixed into the same bowl."

Her ears nearly twitched off her head.

Unbeknownst to the little princess, who was floating several levels above the ground from praise alone, the adults behind the children were quietly celebrating survival.

They had lived.

And now, they were already contemplating where to acquire such a cream-saving divine artifact.

They were not alone.

All across the Empire, viewers scrambled to log into Star Mall.

Search terms exploded.

Hand mixer.

Electric whisk.

Cream mixer.

Miracle device.

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