The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 851

Chapter 851: Maximizing the Experience

Earlier that evening, everything had been great.

Amazing, even. Actually, scratch that. Amazing wouldn’t be enough to describe their experience. In fact, they couldn’t even respond to the messages they had gotten throughout the day because they were trying to come to terms with how to describe their surreal day.

But then their life came to a head during and definitely after the dinner service.

Dinner had been incredible. It had been everything they could have possibly imagined and more.

The two of them actually went for the picnic option as they wanted to be able to see the lay of the land, well, more like the lay of the food.

As soldiers who had experienced eating in Zone Four with the members of DG and the people of House Kyros, they actually had the advantage of understanding a bit of how that worked.

And sure enough, when they opened that large basket as they followed Lady Ada’s explanations, they were greeted with exceptional dishes.

They kept on pulling out things and somehow each one was better than the last.

Just perfect, really. And they couldn’t be more thankful for having such an experience.

Sam and Marco had eaten like champions, joking, elbowing each other, arguing about which dish was superior while stealing bites from each other’s plates.

They were best buddies. Bros. Just brothers being brothers.

Marco, as usual, had been relaxed, composed, and annoyingly confident. Sam had been louder, dramatic, and in hindsight maybe very much in denial about... everything.

But hey, it was all good. This was way better than their initial plan of just surviving and retiring young.

But maybe that should have been the warning sign.

Sam thought that up until that moment, everything had been good. Great, even. But maybe he should blame himself for watching the people around him and joking about "maximizing the experience."

Maximizing the experience his ass!

They ended up maximizing it so much that they practically signed up for their present dilemma!

They poked their heads into scenic nooks and cozy corners, only to retreat hastily every time they stumbled into yet another couple doing very couple-like things.

Hand holding. Whispering. Laughing softly. Leaning too close.

It happened so often that Sam finally snapped.

Okay, wait.

To be fair, it wasn’t really that often, but even if it had only happened thrice, to a single dog, that was already more than enough of a reminder! He might as well have toothpicks to hold his eyelids open!

Ahem.

"I get it," he hissed as they ducked away behind yet another tree. "I get why everyone’s busy. And what I would give to experience that stuff. But look at us. This sounded smart when we decided it, but now look at this!"

They had barely settled when footsteps approached again.

Another couple.

Sam froze.

They were already there. Too close to the deep edge to leave without being seen. And judging by the hushed voices drifting toward them, this was not a casual conversation.

It was a confession.

"Oh lord," Sam mouthed silently.

Without thinking, he grabbed Marco and pulled him fully behind the tree.

They ended up face to face.

Way too close.

Sam, ever the unfortunate romantic and eternal gossip magnet, forgot the danger immediately. Of course he didn’t want to hear this, but at the same time, how could he not hear it?! So his eyes widened as he leaned just a little, trying to hear better.

His face burned.

The confession he was hearing felt heartfelt. It was a little awkward, but nonetheless it sounded sincere.

Sam was invested.

So invested that he nearly tipped over trying to angle himself for better hearing without using spiritual energy. After all, he didn’t want to get kicked out over possibly questionable acts. But he didn’t want to miss this.

Only, when he tried to lean in ever so discreetly, Marco tried to tug him back.

Sam ignored him.

So Marco adjusted instead.

Huh? What?

"You should really focus on your own story instead."

Sam’s heart was pounding violently. His face felt like it was on fire as he denied anticipating something.

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