The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 955

Chapter 955: Twenty Minutes

Unlike the master mechanics, who were allowed to remain and participate in the competition, the other delegates were given exactly twenty minutes to walk through the booth and receive introductions to facilities they wouldn’t even be allowed to use.

Frankly, the entire tour felt like they were flying from one place to another.

It was nothing like the other booths they had visited during the Expo for the exact same twenty minutes.

In most places, every minute dragged endlessly as presenters droned on about technological breakthroughs and achievements that did very little to impress the Federation, which had its own share of mad inventors and questionable geniuses.

How could work by those guilds even impress them enough?

But DG’s booth was the complete opposite.

The delegates found themselves desperately wishing each second would stretch longer, even as they were forced to follow a strict route that allowed them to see as much as possible without actually interacting with anything.

Then again, Rhys was already surprised they had even been allowed inside at all.

If the Federation possessed a facility like this, there was absolutely no chance that outside delegates would ever be granted access.

Not that they even had delegates coming over when no one would really be stupid enough to do such a thing. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

But in the case of the surprisingly carefree Empire, even they were allowed to see something as crazy as this.

Toward the end of the tour, the group was guided toward the café.

According to their hosts, who were clearly overwhelmed by the same sights, they had been told it was the perfect stop for visitors short on time.

Naturally, several entitled cadets within the Federation’s delegation wanted to raise hell.

They had waited for this moment for so long, only to discover that they couldn’t actually enjoy most of the attractions the booth offered.

They were given a brief look at the farm, but no fruit or vegetable picking happened.

They saw the packed arcade, but weren’t allowed enough time to try even a single game.

Don’t even mention the restaurant or the minimart, since they also wouldn’t get to experience them.

The list of missed opportunities was astronomical.

And now they were only being sent to the café. The younger heirs couldn’t help but click their tongues.

But at the end of the day, they were still representatives of the Federation.

So what exactly were they complaining about?

Even so, Rhys found himself experiencing an unexpected moment of inner turmoil the instant he was served a cup of something called hot chocolate and that very flaky pastry.

Normally, the adjutant would have been attentive enough to hear the explanation of what the pastry was called.

But the moment he took a bite, it was as if his mind completely blacked out.

For several seconds, he couldn’t even hear the staff member finishing their description.

Around him, similar reactions quietly spread throughout the café.

An Aerun representative lifted the cup of hot chocolate to her lips and froze mid-sip, blinking slowly as though trying to process the sensation.

One of the dwarves stared at the pastry in his hand with narrowed eyes, turning it over suspiciously before taking another bite.

An Orc delegate didn’t even bother hiding his reaction and was only thankful because whatever that was, they could probably ask their King and Princess for more.

"...What is this?"

On a different table, a Siren carefully broke apart the flaky layers of the pastry, watching them crumble with delicate curiosity before tasting it and going utterly still.

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