The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 845

Chapter 845: Dinner, Reimagined

Popular.

That was a good word to describe the dinner service that had captured everyone’s attention. But at the same time, it wasn’t a word good enough to illustrate just how big a deal it became.

Maybe sensational? Celebrated?

Well, probably all of the above. Because there were so many things being discussed that some topics practically sprouted legs and grew into their own topics.

Like the venue.

The food.

The experience.

And then, inevitably, the restaurateur.

Ahem.

After witnessing one shock after another throughout the day, guests and netizens alike couldn’t help but start speculating. They argued about what the restaurant and café would really be like, as if trying to predict the future through sheer enthusiasm alone.

But what actually fueled the discussions was when the other sections of the booth that required hands-on guidance were temporarily closed for a short break.

If they were partially closing up shop, which was unheard of at the Annual Expo, then there was probably a very good reason!

Naturally, everyone’s attention converged on the main attraction.

The dinner service.

It wasn’t as if they were entirely unfamiliar with places where people gathered to eat. Cafeterias existed. Academies had them for training and familiarity. Elite households with long histories boasted grand halls where gatherings could take place, serving food that looked relatively great.

And with barely anyone knowing any better, if something looked good, then the taste was probably acceptable.

Right?

Sure. That was the case up until months ago.

But after the sudden revolution that had swept across the Empire and after everything they had tasted and ogled all day, how could their standards possibly return to what they once were?

They just didn’t expect so many ways to dine when it used to be as easy as taking a packet, opening said packet, and gulping all of its contents. Done.

So when the remaining fortunate guests moved to the restaurant after finishing up with the class and taking a short arcade break, they didn’t really know what to expect beyond tables, chairs, and possibly plants.

But instead of just that, they saw what could only be described as a lavish landscape space that didn’t look remotely like a grand hall.

Chairs and tables were scattered in gentle curves, placed as if the greenery itself had dictated where people should sit. Pathways wound naturally through foliage instead of cutting straight lines through it. And as the crowd gathered, the sky above began to shift.

The sun dipped low, bathing the glass ceiling in warm gold. Light filtered through leaves and branches, softening every edge. One by one, small lights flickered to life around them.

"!!!"

Right above their heads, by the ground, and wrapped around the trees. It was a delicate glow through the greenery like something out of a bedtime story.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

This wasn’t neon brilliance and was definitely a far cry from the flashing panels and sharp illumination.

Instead, it felt gentle. Cozy. Almost intimate. And for people accustomed to cold, efficient lighting, it felt shocking in the most unexpected way.

They barely had time to recover before movement caught their attention.

From the side, a familiar cadet stepped forward.

Only now, he felt different once again.

Xavier was dressed in a tailored suit that leaned closer to a butler’s uniform than anything anyone had seen him wear before. Clean lines. Dark fabric. Subtle accents. His hair was still tied back, every strand rightfully in place. As he greeted the guests, his posture was immaculate and his movements effortless.

People straightened without realizing it.

Against the soft lights and the golden glow of sunset, he looked almost unreal. As if he belonged there more than anyone else.

At least, that was what Princess Nina thought. Her big brother bathed in the light actually looked like he was sparkling.

Well, apparently she wasn’t just imagining things, for Reeve’s livestream exploded for the very same reason.

The chat flooded so fast that messages stacked over one another, squeals and incoherent praise pouring in faster than they could be read. Screens filled with hearts, exclamations, and poorly restrained enthusiasm. Some viewers were so busy reacting that they nearly missed what Xavier was saying.

Nearly.

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