The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 900

Chapter 900: The Capital Beckons

Knock, knock.

A small pause followed, then a soft, distracted voice answered from inside.

"Come in."

The door opened to reveal a spacious yet warmly furnished room. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, spilling across the floor where a young Elven Princess sat cross-legged, tongue peeking out in concentration as she colored diligently on a large sheet of paper. Crayons were scattered everywhere. Blues, greens, golds, and one very aggressively used red.

A maid stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind her.

"Good afternoon, Princess Marin," she greeted, bowing with practiced grace.

Marin did not look up right away. "Mm," she hummed, finishing a circle before lifting her head. "Good afternoon. Did you need something?"

"Yes, Your Highness," the maid said gently. "I was instructed to inform you that His Highness, Crown Prince Eren, has made arrangements to send you to Solara."

The crayon slipped from Marin’s fingers.

"...Solara?" she echoed.

She jerked upright so fast the paper crinkled beneath her knees. "Solara as in Solara? The Empire’s capital?"

The maid smiled politely. "Yes, Your Highness."

"But why?" Marin asked, eyes already beginning to sparkle. "Did I do something wrong? Or something really right?"

"His Highness believes it would be good for you," the maid replied. "He mentioned that Solara has been especially popular with children as of late."

Marin gasped.

Popular. With children.

Yes. Solara was most definitely popular as of the moment. It was so talked about that such a thing couldn’t even be hidden from young children.

For even without accessing the terminal, adults from all over just couldn’t help but discuss it in their homes.

Her mind immediately raced through everything she knew. The Annual Expo. The booths. The videos. The clips she saved but couldn’t show others, because the featured Princess Muscle Muscle was someone her brother Eren likely wouldn’t like.

That was why, instead of openly expressing her admiration, she simply joined a secret society. One that required writing in their own secret language when conversing about their idol’s greatness.

Her hands clenched into fists.

"When do I leave?" she asked carefully.

"Crown Prince Eren said that it would depend on your readiness. But he did issue a reminder that the expo only lasted for two weeks."

"!!!"

"So, can I really attend the Expo? What about a pass? Wouldn’t it be too late to get a pass?" asked the worried princess, who knew that it was now impossible to get one.

"The Crown Prince had arranged the necessary passes, Your Highness."

"!!!"

Marin squeaked.

She obviously had to go now. And like this, she’d actually be able to meet her oldest brother, right?

The little Princess shot to her feet.

The maid did not even try to hide her smile this time.

"Everyone needs to prepare immediately!" she declared, pointing dramatically toward the door. "I need clothes. Money. And more clothes. And my good coloring books. Not the practice ones. The good ones."

She spun back to the maid. "Can we leave in two hours?"

"If that is your will, Your Highness," the maid said. "We will prepare accordingly."

"Yes, yes! There’s barely any time at all!" Marin exclaimed. "We have to hurry!"

She immediately began scooping crayons into a box with reckless enthusiasm.

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