The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 857

Chapter 857: When Decisions Bloom

It was an uncanny situation.

While the people of the Empire were busy holding debates, arguments, and full-blown forum wars over the first day of the Annual Expo, the very people being discussed were actually occupied with something else entirely.

At the moment, they were far too busy gawking.

So busy, in fact, that it would have been easy to forget there were other things they were supposed to be doing.

One such person was Theo Belgrave.

Theo had experienced a day like no other.

It was probably a phrase abused to death by countless people that day, but for Theo, it fit far too perfectly. Not just today either, but especially today.

As someone who might very well rank among the luckiest blokes alive, Theo had always been the type to wake up thinking life was great.

Imagine that.

Then again, if even Noah, who treated pessimism like a lifestyle choice, could be pushed to that point, then Theo must have been operating on an entirely different tier of joy.

But just when he thought things couldn’t possibly improve further, he finally got to show his family more of what they had really been doing and he couldn’t help but feel a different sense of satisfaction and gratefulness.

Moreover, after witnessing everyone’s reactions and understanding the benefits they had unknowingly gained from that single visit, Theo felt a deep certainty settle in. This was exactly what he had always believed was his calling.

Everything felt right.

It felt like purpose.

So much so that while doing the most mundane task imaginable, stacking cups and bottles at their guild’s café, the words slipped out of him without warning.

"Noah," Theo said suddenly, "I think I’ve made up my mind."

"Huh?" Noah replied distractedly, carefully pouring milk while crafting latte art he had unwittingly been in charge of. "What, did you finally decide whether you’re eating a cookie or a sandwich?"

"You should really decide, you know? At this rate, it’d end up being dinner time and you wouldn’t be able to eat either of the two."

"What? No. I mean, I..." Theo hesitated for half a second, then blurted it out. "...I really wish to work for Luca or House Kyros even after I graduate."

That came out of nowhere. And it was so random that Noah’s hand jerked.

The elegant leaf pattern he had been working on warped into something vaguely tragic.

"Damn you," Noah muttered. "I know. But maybe say things like that when I’m not pouring something?"

Theo blinked. "Wait. What do you mean, you know?"

"I mean it’s obvious," Noah replied, tilting his head just enough to look down at Theo over the rim of his cup. He was annoyingly taller like that. "If they’d accept us, why would we be stupid enough to go elsewhere?"

Theo’s eyes widened as he shoved his glasses up his nose. "Then you too?!"

Noah only shook his head lightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he returned to making drinks.

That conversation had happened earlier into the day.

Much earlier.

And just moments ago, they had finally worked up the courage to approach Luca.

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