The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 881

Chapter 881: Everyone Needs a Moment

It was a struggle.

A struggle, Theo Belgrave found, was even worse than the period when he practiced as if his life depended on it just to pass the mercenary licensure exam.

At least back then, his failures had been expected.

This time, it was personal.

By the time he managed to coax a single proper dosage into existence, several events had already unfolded around him.

Kyle, for one, had somehow drafted a child-friendly version of a contract. It came complete with simplified clauses, large readable fonts, and a solemn instruction that required the children to swear upon their tiny pinkies with him.

They did so with grave seriousness.

So serious, in fact, that they walked away with their pinkies still raised, expressions determined and proud.

After all, this was the first contract they had ever entered on their own.

More than that, the same overworked adjutant who suddenly looked as though he had just awakened from a ten-year nap prepared the formal contract for the children’s mother. It was long. Painfully long. Possibly longer than the average contract required to purchase an actual house.

No one commented on that.

At the same time, outside the booth, destinies were being rewritten.

People spun the wheel.

Some screamed.

Some cried.

Some stared at their terminals in silence.

A few were likely going to live longer than expected simply because they took a chance that day.

Then there was Doyle Rook.

Baldie, who had nearly died of annoyance when he realized he had only made it to the free sample booth right as the expo was about to close yesterday.

Baldie, who went through the full five stages of grief in under a minute.

Baldie, who then woke up today and decided he would march straight back to the line, and vowed to see justice served.

He was seething, still bald, but he was most definitely determined.

But apparently, all that was only part of it.

By the time Theo finally finished, he was huffing and puffing, frustration written all over his face. Anyone watching would have assumed he had just burned through an unreasonable amount of spiritual energy to create that single bottle of tonic.

The children certainly thought so.

Uno did too.

Uno, who Xavier had sent specifically to escort the children home safely, looked at Theo with genuine admiration. He vowed on the spot to personally deliver the children, the tonic, and the compensation back once everything was settled.

They were all deeply touched.

And to be fair, Theo had worked extremely hard. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

That part was true.

Unfortunately, the reason he looked like a complete disaster was because he had been the cause of it.

He had not expended an absurd amount of spiritual energy.

He had simply lost control of it.

Repeatedly.

And then there was the final blow.

Because somewhere in the middle of that entire ordeal, Luca had woken up.

"..."

"..."

Yes, dammit.

Tsk. Tsk.

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