The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 879

Chapter 879: Who Helps the Helpless

Well, apparently nothing.

Nothing in the sense that Ada, the orc aide, could not actually cure the children’s adoptive siren mother, who had fallen ill.

That was the unfortunate reality.

She could absolutely hand over the Jade Vine the children had won. That part wasn’t an issue at all. In fact, according to the system, they had earned it in a manner so emotionally charged that Ada briefly wondered if the vine itself should come with a trauma waiver.

Because D-29, ever diligent and mildly unhinged in its sense of thoroughness, had already pulled up the footage for her.

First came Ysa.

Tiny. Determined. Clutching the railing with both hands like it was the last thing anchoring her to reality.

The wheel spun.

Stopped.

Try Again — "Barely Missed It (Pain)."

The child stared at the screen.

Her lip trembled.

Then came the waterworks.

It wasn’t the quiet kind but the kind that spelled full-body despair. Knees buckled. Hands curled. Tears poured down as if all hope was lost.

Ada winced.

The next footage played immediately.

Yno’s turn.

The boy stood stiff as a board. Eyes shut. Hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles went pale. His lips moved soundlessly as he prayed with the kind of devotion Ada would have reserved for crucial things like surviving Luca’s tutorial lessons.

The wheel slowed.

Too slow.

It ticked past loss.

Ticked again.

Hovered.

And then stopped.

1 Item Allocation.

The children froze.

For half a second, neither of them moved. Then Yno let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a sob. Ysa screamed. They both dropped to the floor at the same time, clutching each other in sheer desperation and relief, crying and laughing so hard that nearby onlookers had to pretend they weren’t emotionally invested.

They hugged.

They sniffled.

They wiped their faces with their sleeves.

And then, still shaking, they scrambled to their feet and ran straight to the minimart counter.

Ada stared at the footage in silence.

Yes.

They had earned it.

No one could possibly argue otherwise.

Unfortunately, the problem was not whether the Jade Vine could be given to them.

The problem was that the vine by itself was useless.

Jade Vine was not something one simply chewed on and hoped for the best. It required processing to be of use.

And while the orcish aide could have turned a blind eye and simply handed it over—trusting that some adult would know how to turn it into a proper tonic—her sharp mind was already screaming that such hope was painfully unrealistic.

Ada exhaled slowly.

This was beyond her jurisdiction.

So she did the sensible thing.

She called Theo.

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Originally assisting inside, Theo was surprised when he received a short but urgent message from Ada asking for help.

The young mercenary pharmacist didn’t hesitate. He headed out immediately, only to stop short when he was greeted by two children staring up at him with wide, anxious eyes.

"Uh," Theo started, then glanced at Ada. "What’s wrong?"

That was when Ada relayed the story she had just heard. And the more she explained, the more Theo’s expression shifted.

The children had come without a guardian.

They were on day passes that had originally been meant for today, because their mother had planned to visit the expo herself. She wanted to ask the guilds if anyone could help gather medicinal herbs for her condition.

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