The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 930

Chapter 930: The Path to Kyros

"Wow!" Luca exclaimed, looking back and forth between the two Unos who were wearing different clothes, but most definitely looked like clones.

The golden-eyed cadet suddenly understood why Prince Eren became obsessed with such an ability.

More than that, seeing it like this just gave so much credibility to the story Princess Kira had shared with them.

No wonder that Elven Princess managed to infiltrate the stronghold of the Orcs!

"Prince Elior, are you actually able to maintain that form for a long time?"

The Elven Prince responded in his usual voice at first.

"Yes, I’m not exactly sure what happened, and I’ve been meaning to test this since earlier, but now that I seem to have been cured from that affliction, I can hold it in for longer."

He moved forward while speaking.

Except when he continued, it wasn’t his own voice that came out.

It was Sir Uno’s.

"In fact, I’m also noticing that I’m able to polymorph with much greater ease and to a greater extent. Thank you. Thank you so much."

"This wouldn’t have been possible if not for your help."

He was absolutely sincere. It was why he was more than willing to show them all the cards they had always kept hidden.

Sure, they didn’t hide his bloodline ability and told them about it earlier, but in his case, seeing always proved to be a different kind of experience.

Several people jolted in surprise, while Luca kept shaking his head, saying it was all good. After all, the Elven Prince also worked hard by practically hanging on as he was being revived and "examined" (cough, cough).

Prince Elior bowed, and Luca thought maybe he could just explain what really happened to the recovering patient next time.

"Um, actually, ancient records stated that our ancestors who possessed the same bloodline ability could even alter their attire to match the target."

"Sounded like a tall tale to me. But as embarrassing as that was, I actually tried. Unfortunately, as a branch member who shouldn’t even have this ability in the first place, I had never succeeded in doing it." shrugged the Elven Prince.

"It could have come in handy, too. Because when we were out there gambling while I pretended to be an adult, we always had to bring a change of clothes similar to those worn by the people we planned on imitating."

"What? Gambling?!" Princess Kira blurted out, scandalized.

Prince Elior looked embarrassed about it, but in truth, the Princess had a different concern.

She couldn’t believe that someone could make money gambling when she simply kept losing wealth because of certain demonic arcade machines!

Could it be possible that her Bunbun was lucky?!

Gasp!

But just as she was about to verify the truth, her eyes widened.

She leaned forward.

And sniffed. Then realized something important.

"Your scent," she said slowly. "It’s still the same!"

Ada, who had been standing beside her, nearly lost balance because Princess Kira had suddenly grabbed her arm as though anchoring herself to reality.

The loyal Orcish aide hesitated but forced herself to ask because she knew that look.

It was the same look she had whenever she spoke about Prince Silarion’s tale.

So how could she deny the Princess this particular moment?

"Princess... what does His Highness smell like to you?"

"Floral soap!" Kira announced proudly.

Rahil choked.

He physically had to look away because he couldn’t comprehend how Elior, of all beings, could possibly smell like floral soap.

His laughter almost slipped out.

But it died immediately.

This day, really.

She’d be able to tell.

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