The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 954

Chapter 954: Unaccounted Variable

Simple.

Luca.

Luca happened.¹

Unfortunately for the Elven Prince, who had planned and plotted for years, he neglected to include the return of one wide-eyed Luca Kyros in his carefully laid plans.

But fortunately for him, he wasn’t actually the only one.

Maybe it would even be comforting for the Elven Prince to know that he wasn’t alone when it came to feeling confused and shell-shocked.

Because in a sense, whether it was joy, annoyance, or pure curiosity, several people and an even greater number of organizations and noble houses had also been caught completely off guard because of one person.

They just didn’t know it yet.

Like how he had managed to stumble into the most random and coincidental rescue operations that led to massive shifts in the political landscape of the universe.

Like how he derailed bioterrorism in the span of just a few days.

Like how he replaced entire systems and practices, driving specialists and masters across the Empire completely insane.

Oh, and how he was inadvertently changing the order of society as people knew it simply by living his life.

Of course, Luca himself had never actually planned any of that. In fact, all he wanted in the first place was to live a happy life while building up his little purse.

But what could he do when the other great houses suddenly found themselves backed into a corner after realizing the kind of firepower House Kyros had been quietly accumulating as they followed Luca in his day-to-day adventures?

It wasn’t even difficult to speculate once people started examining the standards that the house operated under.

When their employees said something would be "greater than your expectations," they apparently meant something close to near impossibility.

Something that even great ancestors didn’t bother to write about, because how?

So when the same employees warned about "intense competition among staff," what they really meant was tanks contending against other tanks.

Because what exactly was this supposed to be?

Unlike experts who were normally sought after, was House Kyros having difficulty because there were too many talented people competing for the same tasks? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

But where were they even getting all those people when House Kyros had long since frozen their hiring?

Worse, even the guild associated with them only had nine frigging members unless they counted an actual tortoise?!

"..."

"..."

The other dukes were left exchanging looks as they discussed the kind of people House Kyros employed, and they were correct in concluding that it wasn’t because the duchy had simply hired specific experts.

Just by looking at the composition of their staff, along with the original profiles of those same individuals, it became painfully obvious that something else had happened.

Those people had undergone an unprecedented metamorphosis.

No wonder his boss had that particular look on his face earlier.

He clearly liked this situation.

They obviously couldn’t hear what the dukes were talking about with that spiritual barrier around them, but they didn’t even need to read lips to know from their expressions.

Honestly, anyone with enough experience in politics would be able to infer several things whenever something that could translate into a massive boost in power would come up.

Imbalance.

And an imbalance this big would usually lead to desperation, greed, or envy—a perfect mix for creating gaps in an otherwise solid alliance.

Ideally, that would have been correct. If only those young confederates knew more about the true foundation of the four great dukedoms, then maybe they would have been able to see something else. But that was something outsiders would eventually have to discover for themselves.

What mattered for the moment was something far more immediate.

Like how the people of the Federation reacted to everything they ended up seeing.

To be fair, they, too, had been struck by the glaring differences they witnessed during their painfully short twenty minutes inside DG’s booth.

At that moment, they were certain that if the other officers and stakeholders of their nation could experience what they had just seen, they would immediately understand Cassian Veyra’s insistence on coming in person.

It was truly the kind of revelation that was impossible to ignore.