The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 850

Chapter 850: Stellar Feedback

It was the perfect gift.

A souvenir of souvenirs.

One that would likely be very hard to top.

According to accounts from that night, along with testimony from a certain unnamed butler—whose continued survival depended on anonymity—the Empress was so deeply touched by the photo book that it was promptly enshrined with its own set of security protocols upon returning to the Imperial Castle.

As such, said token-giver who also must not be identified haphazardly ended up gaining an impressive amount of points from every member of the family.

The Emperor (cough) had succeeded.

Not only did he give tokens that hit his family’s preferences accurately, but he even got points from his eldest son by making sure to also get appropriate tokens for his children and in-laws while supporting their small and budding business.

For the Imperial leader, this was more than a successful purchase.

It was a triumph.

So what happens when a customer ends up receiving favorable, practically stellar feedback?

Simple.

They become patrons.

A very great patron.

So great, in fact, that after realizing the tokens were deliberately priced to remain affordable and accessible rather than exclusive and prohibitive, the exceedingly satisfied customer went a step further.

He tipped.

Actually it was more like he TIPPED. In capitals. As it was so large it could be seen from another planet.

Ahem.

And from that single tip alone, the facility could have comfortably shut down for the day and still walked away smiling.

But this was DG.

And in true DG fashion, when a business ends up blessed with that many delighted patrons, it couldn’t possibly close early.

No.

Instead, it would stay open for longer.

Just as one visionary chipmunk had initially imagined, the facility would continue operating even after the expo concluded.

Of course, the wailing masses of the Empire didn’t know of that just yet.

So for the entirety of the night, they shriveled in collective envy as both single and very taken dogs.

[Wow. That’s great. Love that for them. Truly. I’m going to go stare at a wall now...]

[I’m happy for them. I really am. And really, my eye is twitching because I’m so happy.]

[That’s fine. Totally fine. I didn’t need to believe in love today anyway.]

[Arghhh! I should not have looked. That’s on me!]

[Please, I’m not jealous. I’m just observing with resentment.]

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[Serious question. Should I delay proposing now? I was supposed to do the usual proposal, but what if he got to watch this? Do you think I would get rejected?]

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[Hello? Come on guys! Don’t give me likes! Tell me what I should do instead?!]

Very awake. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

And very distressed.

Mostly because they were trying to process a relationship that had suddenly veered into deeply questionable territory.

Sam, for one, couldn’t even blame inebriation due to drinking when they hadn’t managed to drink any. DG was strict about drinking and driving regardless of whether they were using automated hovercrafts.

And yet despite the lack of alcohol in his system, he still felt drunk anyway, overwhelmed by mind-blowing food, dazzling lights, and an experience that would absolutely refuse to be forgotten.

So really, everything should have been fine. No. In fact, everything should have been great!

But instead of the fully-sated being that he should have been, Sam was now a bumbling mess as he tried to figure out just how he could possibly face the world after what had just happened.

Or in general, after what he had actually done.

But what could have possibly caused such a dilemma that had him flailing dramatically in his bed, groaning as he slapped a hand over his face.

Well, see, because just hours ago, he, a supposedly sane bro, just made out with his sworn brother.

Not once.

But twice.

TWICE.

Good heavens.

"Holy shit," he muttered into the pillow before looking right into the mirror to talk to himself. "Nope. Pretty sure that was a hallucination. They warned against overeating and look at you getting sick. You should be damn well aware that you’re probably dying."

"Dying, I tell you!" he continued to chastise himself only to plop down and say, "Because if you’re not then that’s worse. Congratulations, you’re now insane."

Unfortunately for the struggling soldier, his memory was working perfectly. A little too perfectly for someone who unbeknownst to himself, had recovered a staggering amount of spiritual energy after that fateful day.

So too bad for him, he could remember it all.

ARGHHHH!