The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 842

Chapter 842: Controlled Substance

Ah, how absolutely fragrant!

The moment the trays were lifted and the first wave of heat rolled through the demo kitchen, even the most battle-hardened warriors had to pause.

Luca inhaled deeply, eyes brightening at once.

"That smells really good," he said honestly.

He moved closer to the nearest station, crouching slightly to look at the toast from eye level. His gaze swept over it carefully, taking in every detail.

"The bread is nicely toasted," he praised, pointing gently. "See how it’s golden but not too dark? That’s perfect."

The participant straightened instantly.

"And the cheese," Luca continued, clearly pleased, "it’s melted evenly. Not too dry. Not pooled in one spot. That’s really well done."

A relieved laugh escaped the participant and with a compliment like that, who wouldn’t feel like floating in the air?

The golden-eyed inspector moved on.

"This one has meat," Luca said cheerfully, eyes lighting up. "I like how you spread it out instead of piling it in the center. That way every bite gets some."

He nodded approvingly before moving again, stopping in front of someone who looked both extremely proud and dangerously flustered.

The pizza toast in front of them was simpler. Slices of fresh tomato. Basil leaves scattered carefully on top. Cheese melted just enough to hold everything together.

Luca bent closer.

"Oh," he said softly.

Everyone leaned in and the man couldn’t help but freeze.

"Seasoned fresh tomatoes as well as fresh basil," Luca continued, smiling. "It’s very clean. Very bright. Wow, I really like the aroma!"

The person’s ears went red.

He kept going, making round after round, stopping to answer questions, offering suggestions, and reassuring anyone who looked uncertain.

"Yes, you can add that."

"I think that combination could work."

"If you like it spicier, you can add some chili flakes, but just a pinch first if you’re new to the taste."

"Oh no, that’s fine! You’re fine! You didn’t ruin it!"

Everywhere he went, people relaxed.

Luca was really enjoying all of it.

Because they were using the same base ingredients and just changing things slightly, teaching became much easier. Bread. Marinara sauce. Cheese. Spices. From there, everything else felt approachable.

Maybe one day they would move on to proper crusts.

But for now, this was good.

He felt it was a good fit for the current skill level, the available time, the coping supply, and the overwhelming demand.

But at the same time, doing it like this would show that even with such items, they weren’t completely limited.

As he lifted another tray to show topping options, eyes lit up across the room.

Meat. Vegetables. Herbs. Chili flakes.

The chili flakes, in particular, caused a small stir once people realized what they did.

At first, it was subtle. A pause here. A blink there. A few confused expressions hovering just a second longer than usual.

Apparently, the major discovery was sparked by several decisive moves from Duke Leander and Duchess Amelia.

Unlike the other participants, who took their time examining the available ingredients as if they were decoding an ancient manual, the duke and duchess moved without hesitation. Just a calm, instinctive reach toward a small bottle, as natural as breathing. They even moved in sync.

What if chili flakes became a controlled substance? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

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