The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 863

Chapter 863: The Morning After Victory

Technically, if they were going to talk about "fine," then last night was fine.

Actually, it was more than fine. It was so far beyond fine that Princess Kira still felt a little unsteady thinking about it. After what felt like forever, they had finally reunited with their people.

She still remembered how desperate they had been back then. How they searched for every possible way to stay, only to end up volunteering to go home so they could fight alongside their own.

What a ridiculous turn of events.

In the end, it was her very own father who ordered them to stay put.

Who would have thought?

Thankfully, with the help of their friends, everything had been resolved. There were losses, yes, but nothing close to the complete annihilation that could have befallen their family and people. Hearing about victory was one thing. Seeing everyone alive, standing before her, was another entirely.

And that had happened yesterday.

So many things happened yesterday that it honestly felt like an entire month had been crammed into a single day. But when she finally met her father, Ada’s parents, and their loyal subordinates, a strange warmth settled in her chest.

She felt revitalized in a way she had not in a long time.

As expected of orcs, there were not many words exchanged. No long speeches. No drawn-out declarations. Instead, there were grateful bows, clasped forearms, and extremely strong punches as a sign of respect for those who had endured and for those who had fallen.

After all, as the Orc Princess, their blood was still on her hands.

It was the weight of royalty.

And she hoped to carry less of it by doing something meaningful.

Like helping mend the relationship between humans and orcs.

From what she could tell, it was working.

She could hear it in the voices of her father’s subordinates as they spoke among themselves, surprised and almost shy about the reception they had received since arriving in the capital.

One of them sniffed the air thoughtfully and muttered, "Even this room smells good."

"Right? Just like the rooms we got this time around," the first clarified, nodding.

A third chimed in, clearly pleased. "I don’t know how they did it, but at least we don’t have to keep on leaving and returning to find suitable air."

"And did you notice?" another added, lowering his voice. "People aren’t staring at us like they want to start a fight."

Earnest nods followed and they continued to talk about their experiences.

The orcish princess smiled quietly to herself.

Of course, there would always be reservations when visiting the Empire’s capital. Even for royalty. But having grown more aware about the position and views of the leaders of the Empire, she felt that everything would be alright.

And they really were.

Apparently, Kyle’s older brother had taken particular care with the logistical arrangements involving the orcs. He had personally overseen accommodations and security, and he was even the one who secured a private venue for their first proper gathering in a very long while.

She heard more chatter after that. Excited voices talking about DG’s booth. About food. About things they absolutely needed to brag about once they returned home.

Princess Kira giggled softly as she listened.

Still, she didn’t need to look very far to see proof of DG’s impact.

Her father and Ada’s parents were seated nearby, finally sampling the desserts they had made with all their green hearts. The pride radiating off them was so intense it felt like it could cause minor seismic activity.

But such pride came with little bites.

Like extremely little bites.

The rationing was admittedly impressive.

Princess Kira watched in disbelief as her father personally portioned out dessert with the solemn focus of a general distributing wartime supplies. For her, he scooped a generous serving. A proper one. The kind that clearly communicated love, pride, and unrestrained indulgence.

For himself?

A bite.

Not a slice. Not a spoonful.

A bite.

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