The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 864

Chapter 864: The Day the Empire Learned to Flex

The bearer of wondrous things.

The source of great cheer.

The princess who rescues.

Overnight, nicknames had multiplied at a frankly alarming rate.

What was once whispered as the Green Scary Princess had somehow undergone a complete rebranding. This time, there were no hushed tones or fear. Just enthusiasm. Loud, unfiltered enthusiasm.

There was Power Princess.

One-Hit Princess.

Even Treasure Princess, which came with the very concerning implication that she might be buried somewhere with loot.

All good things, really. Confusing, but good.

And yet, out of every possible title that could have emerged from everything now associated with the Orc Princess, the one that rose above all others did so with unstoppable momentum.

Princess Muscle Muscle.

Yes. Muscle had to be said twice.

At first, it had actually been Princess Muscle Muscle Muscle. Three times. Because important things needed to be said thrice.

Unfortunately, according to the primary demographic responsible for the nickname, which happened to be young and short humans with very strong opinions, three times was far too hard to shout properly.

It took too long.

They ran out of breath.

So a vote was held.

Twice was decided to be the optimal number.

It was powerful. Efficient. Memorable.

Moreover, the children insisted it was perfect because of how the nickname came to be in the first place.

One might reasonably assume it was simply because she was strong. And yes, that was true. No one was disputing that.

But that wasn’t entirely the real reason.

It was because of what the shocked yet definitely impressed children witnessed her doing in the livestream.

In truth, when people first saw her on the stream, many couldn’t help but be wary. Because orcs were orcs, and they weren’t particularly popular for hospitality.

At first, viewers watched cautiously. They listened with half an ear. They waited for something to go wrong.

But then the Orc Princess started speaking.

And every time she did, something good happened.

She announced prizes. People cheered.

She introduced items. People leaned closer.

She smiled and pointed out amenities and arcade games. Crowds shifted in real time.

So instead of avoiding her voice or looking away from the screen, people found themselves hanging onto her every word.

The effect was strongest on the children.

The younger they were, and the less the world had taught them fear or prejudice, the more intensely obsessed they became.

They didn’t care that she was green or that her hair was fiery red.

They didn’t care that she towered over everyone else or that she had fancy horns.

All they could see were the things she showed them.

Dolls.

Toys.

Brightly colored sweets called candy.

And something spoken of in reverent tones, called chocolate.

They could see it. They could hear it being described. They just couldn’t touch or taste it.

And yet, judging by the looks of pure longing on the faces of the people physically present on the stream, these were clearly very good things.

Of course, there were rare plants and precious herbs being shown as well.

Very expensive things.

Very impressive things.

But the children ignored them completely.

Their attention stayed firmly fixed on the trinkets, the snacks, and the promises of joy that made much more sense to them.

Everything came to a head during one particular moment on Reeve’s stream.

Someone had called out for help.

Reeve was out there trying out a different machine but from where he stood, the interaction could still be seen.

A family stood awkwardly in front of a game labelled the High Striker, staring up at the towering apparatus with visible distress.

The orc visibly wondered what was wrong and thought that maybe they needed a more detailed explanation. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ah. At least the small one seems to have understood what to do!

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