The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 948

Chapter 948: Hard Line

Pop!

Crack!

Boom—boom—boom!

Inside the Expo Hall, the ceiling suddenly burst into a cascade of indoor fireworks as bright flares exploded across the vast chamber in shimmering arcs of gold and silver. The detonations echoed sharply against the polished walls and towering displays, rolling through the hall in rapid succession as sparks rained down like fragments of shattered stars.

For a brief, heart-stopping moment, the halfling thought it had worked.

The sound had been perfect.

A sharp pop. Loud. Violent. Exactly what he had expected from their Prince, who wanted to create a spectacle that people would really remember.

It was a long time coming, but in the end, the frustrated halfling finally managed to take his revenge! Now, all he needed to hear were their anguished cries, and he would be satisfied.

His head jerked toward the platform instinctively, breath catching in his chest as adrenaline surged through his veins.

He needed to see them break down, just as he had when his family was torn apart!

However, instead of tears and screams, what finally registered in her ears were coos and clapping.

"??!"

And then he saw her.

Princess Marin was still there.

Still walking.

Still smiling as she hurried forward with unrestrained excitement toward DG’s booth while Prince Elior followed nearby, the crowd parting respectfully to allow the royal siblings passage.

Nothing had happened.

The halfling’s stomach dropped.

"...What?"

His eyes darted down to the device in his hand.

He pressed the button again.

Click.

Nothing.

His brow twitched.

He pressed harder.

Click.

Still nothing.

Another explosion from the fireworks thundered overhead, colorful blossoms of light spreading across the ceiling as the crowd gasped and applauded at the unexpected spectacle.

Pop!

Crack!

Boom!

To everyone else, it was entertainment.

To him, it sounded like his pulse hammering against his skull.

The halfling pressed the button again.

And again.

And again.

Click.

Click.

Click.

His breathing began to quicken, his fingers hammering the trigger repeatedly as a creeping chill settled deep into his bones.

Why wasn’t it working?

Why wasn’t it—

His comm suddenly crackled to life.

"Hey... hey! Are we picking flowers now?"

Another voice quickly followed.

"Did it bloom already?"

A third chimed in with mounting urgency.

"Status? Are we moving?"

The halfling swallowed hard.

His grip tightened around the device as more voices flooded the channel.

"Hey! What’s going on over there?"

"Hey!"

"Are we picking flowers or what?!"

The questions overlapped, growing sharper, louder, increasingly distressed as more seconds ticked by.

Technically, he would have ended up distressed anyway, but a big part of that should have been due to the inevitable escape.

But now what? He couldn’t even explain what the problem was!

The halfling lowered his head slightly, his shoulders stiffening as dread seeped deeper into his chest.

Something must have gone terribly wrong.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to focus because, at the very least, they hadn’t drawn attention to themselves. If they could just leave and regroup, then they’d be able to figure out just what the heck went wrong.

He exhaled slowly and turned as though preparing to melt back into the moving crowd.

Only to walk straight into someone standing directly behind him.

The halfling blinked in surprise.

A sufficiently tall human was looking down at him with a pleasant smile, the kind someone might give after accidentally bumping into a stranger.

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