The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 865

Chapter 865: Blessed by the Biceps

Actually, the adults barely had time to intensely inspect what the dubiously quiet children were doing.

Much like Princess Nina that night, surrounded by busy adults bent and working in literally every possible direction, most children were similarly granted an unusual amount of freedom simply because the grown ups were far too occupied to hover.

Those lucky enough to secure expo passes were already deep in strategic discussions about the remaining days.

Day one had been fair game. People who didn’t know or arrived too late had simply lost out. But from day two onward, everyone understood that it would become a battle of wills and wit.

Because if even their usually lazy asses were planning logistics, then other people were likely doing the same thing. Probably to an even greater extent.

This time, people knew exactly what to do.

And more importantly, where to go first.

Preparations were suddenly very serious matters, especially for families planning to attend together. Schedules had to be rearranged. Traffic patterns considered. Hovercraft parking spaces debated heatedly by those unfortunate enough not to own expensive or large enough space buttons.

To think that wasn’t even touching on the office workers.

Those casual goers who usually bought passes and attended after work for leisure were now scrambling to file sudden vacation leaves. Shockingly, once the promise of a generous "small souvenir" was floated, bosses and coworkers alike became remarkably cooperative. Approvals that normally took weeks were processed in record time.

Miracles truly did happen.

After all, how many offices could boast about having employees who were smart enough and fast enough to get such access?

Companies weren’t even competing about who would get inside the booth because even with just an expo pass, their employees would at least be able to get access to the free taste.

"..."

"..."

Yes. It was that bad.

Ahem.

But even when ignoring that side of things, even for those stuck at home, the night was no less busy.

Messages flew back and forth as people desperately searched for anyone heading to the expo who could bring something back. Anything.

For ailing relatives. For personal use. For that one rare item someone heard might appear if luck allowed.

Price was no longer the issue.

Piggybacking was.

It was a night packed with plans, negotiations, bribes, and whispered strategies.

Which meant that a great many things went unnoticed.

Like the growing congregation of small children huddled together in quiet but intense discussion.

In an Empire that surprisingly loved to share, that habit started young. What one child learned had to be passed on. To a friend. A classmate. A neighbor.

And if something was guaranteed to bring great luck?

Well then, everyone absolutely had to know.

Right?

Right. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

And the result of that very generous information exchange was exactly the scene Princess Kira found herself dealing with at that moment.

Without Luca, as well as the others to man the critical booths outside, it was up to a team composed of two orcs, two systems, and a few soldiers of House Kyros—who were actually there for their invite slot but were instead roped in as temporary lookouts because of the sudden emergency—to figure something out.

Fortunately or maybe unfortunately, the main issue was the outside, because the bulk of their customers were still out there trying to win access to the greenhouse.

Princess Kira and Ada prayed for themselves. May they hold on long enough for their other guild members to arrive.

To Ada’s credit, she really did train for all the booths regardless of her usual assignment. And it was showing. She handled herself well under the pressure of the incoming swarm.

But in slight contrast to her was Princess Kira who was momentarily frozen in place.

The bewildered orc stood there, tall and very green, while internally scrambling to prepare herself psychologically for whatever this was.

"???"

As the one currently greeting customers, as Luca always emphasized, she fully expected people to interact with her, but why on Solaris were the smallest toothpicks approaching her like this?

They came in a group.

Then they organized themselves.

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