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.

And all of it was thanks to their son-in-law, who was happily helping everyone without hesitation.

"Remember to quickly dip each cracker into the milk bowl for this class," Luca instructed cheerfully. "But if you’d like to skip that step when you do it again at home, that’s perfectly fine too."

He lifted his foil pan for everyone to see.

"As for the container, you can use other pans at home. But the size we’re working with today is perfect for exactly five graham crackers side by side. See?"

He demonstrated, then motioned for everyone to grab a spatula. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Use this to spread the cream evenly," he added.

As he worked, Luca continued explaining, "For today, we’re making three layers of the same thing. But in reality, you can adjust the number of layers depending on how you want to enjoy it. If you want something like an ice cream sandwich, you could even just do one layer in the middle with a cracker on top. As long as you’re mindful of your ingredients, you can experiment next time."

Then he smiled brightly.

"Once you have an even layer of cream, we’re going to arrange a layer of sliced mangoes."

His hands moved smoothly as he demonstrated, placing the slices with practiced ease.

The Empress could immediately see why Duke Leander, standing nearby, looked unbearably proud of his son.

In fact, the entire kitchen seemed saturated with pride.

All around them, people stared in disbelief at their own work. Their first completed layer looked just like Luca’s.

With her sharp hearing, the Empress was even fairly certain the orcs had discreetly taken photos of themselves holding their foil pans.

Truly, it was a scene their ancestors would never have imagined.

And yet here they were. Standing side by side. Humans, orcs, nobles, and commoners alike. United in the shared triumph of successfully piling layers into a pan.

It continued smoothly until Luca added one final instruction.

"Now," he said happily, "you can make it pretty."

The Empress blinked.

Pretty?

What did he mean, pretty?

Apparently, they were supposed to decorate the top using crumbs and leftover mango slices.

The Empress could not help but think that, for some reason, waging and winning a war might have been an easier task.

Because how, exactly, were they supposed to make it pretty?