The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 922

Chapter 922: Double-Dipping

Like most expo-goers, closing time was just the beginning.

Today’s expo might not have been livestreamed the same way one golden harvest jackpot prize winner had done on the first day, but it was certainly chronicled by nearly everyone who managed to get in.

As such, only a few supposedly fortunate individuals didn’t get to document anything. Instead, they ended up being documented a lot.

Like a pair who weren’t exactly a couple, but also not exactly just friends.

Curtis couldn’t even be bothered to check his terminal for messages because by the time they once again sat down for a "discussion," his terminal had already blown up with questions about wedding plans or blinking twice if he needed help.

Apparently, soldiers whose keen eyes were suddenly of use couldn’t help but spot Curtis and Eden in so many streams and photos that even alluding to the idea that they weren’t actually together would be remotely impossible.

With how many photos he’d received of them locking lips, even he was starting to be convinced, if not for the same woman pinching his thigh hard enough to bring him back to reality.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Now what? What’s wrong with you?!" Curtis hissed, twisting in his seat and trying to evade Eden’s menacing hand.

Eden smiled in a way that didn’t reach her eyes. "You’re welcome. Consider it a personalized alarm."

"Now you’ll be able to focus."

Deputy Officer Curtis grimaced at that but let it go, because apparently, they were in for an even bumpier ride.

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Smuggling.

Human trafficking.

Insurance fraud.

Premeditated murder.

Oh, and treason.

Eden honestly felt like barfing as more and more charges were flung into the holoprojection, each one appearing with clinical indifference.

Of course, they had long known that House Orell, a long-time Federation sympathizer, had been up to something again. In fact, it was precisely because of that suspicion that she’d secured her current employment, which had originally been her punishment for snooping where she shouldn’t have. She had risked her life the first time she broke into their servers, searching for traces of her older brother, and if not for what she found, she could have faced far bigger charges.

But despite all that, they had never managed to uncover how House Orell was operating. And they certainly never imagined they would finally find out on a day like this. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The Veyras wouldn’t have favored both House Orell and Aramont if they hadn’t been able to benefit from them.

But seeing it like this, and seeing it after just a few hours, had Eden’s hands trembling in both anger and relief.

Clearly, she hadn’t been delusional when she claimed that something else had definitely happened to her brother.

Moreover, she hadn’t been delusional when she’d informed them that something—no, someone—had been blocking her every time she tried to gather information about a mysterious individual and his wondrous doings.

See, if most people associated DG with Vendor 11820251002 because of the goods they offered, Eden became far more certain of the distinct connection upon being introduced to D-29.

An entity capable of needling its way through House Orell’s servers at such a speed and with such finesse had to be the same entity responsible for rebuffing her countless times.

But Eden swallowed back all her questions because she needed to hear the explanation first.

"If we trace back the earliest insurance claims I’ve found, it’s safe to say their family’s been at this for almost a century."

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