The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Guardians?

Luca was all smiles amidst the heartache.

Because there was no use in crying about the fact that they were now extremely poor.

At least his father allowed them to put up the sanctuary by the Duchy.

But then again, he knew they would likely have to buy things for the space or at least prepare food for these beasts who would have to stay with them until they could be moved into the prospective sanctuary.

They just have to survive under the dictatorship of Tortie, the boss tortoise.

It was an unexpected development that shocked everyone who witnessed the little tortoise bossing around one giant manticore and four different primates of varying sizes.

Well, they did attempt to squash him first, so Tortie wasn’t in the wrong for retaliating.

And the guardian tortoise thought the same way.

He had been lounging as the humans walked around, bringing in things riddled with corruption.

He thought he could never understand why they wanted that in this place of potent energy until the different blobs started shedding the goo.

It was just like him.

Without the sparkly cannon to the mouth.

Unfair!

Obviously, it was because he wouldn’t fit in this chamber even if it were enlarged so many times over.

But Tortie had selective memory and wouldn’t let this perceived ’injustice’ pass.

They were all beasts and must be treated the same way! Thought the guardian tortoise as he wriggled around on his silken coverings next to his banana smoothie and lettuce stash.

So he thought of ’welcoming’ them but almost got stepped on as that blasted manticore attempted to gnaw at him.

Now, the result was a given, and by the time the pummelling ended, one tortoise rose above it all.

"Tortie, what happened here?" Asked that scary cannoneer who redeemed himself by ordering him to hoard his own food.

Hmph!

Luca definitely couldn’t understand, but it was evident that a one-way beating happened just as he returned from talking to his father.

But if that were the case, then wouldn’t this be a good thing?

Maybe Tortie can keep them in line?

However, here’s to hoping they won’t form a gang like Pan-pan and the Chicken Gang, who would extort more feed whenever they took chickens for food.

Thankfully, they would soon discover that it was really a little different from the chickies as the beasts lined up whenever Tortie plodded around them.

Now, Sid witnessed all of this and missed the days when the other guardian mechas would stand in attention whenever he strode to the command post.

But that was ages ago, and right now, he would be hard-pressed to find even one other guardian mecha in the Empire.

And maybe that was for the best, as he already had his hands full with just one system attempting to break the status quo.

D-29 was biding its time, waiting for the right moment to ask.

According to the dramas, one must wait for the opportune moment for monumental things, like announcing you’re pregnant or unveiling someone’s cheating records.

All of it must follow a proper course for maximum effect, and so was asking for favors that may be a little too big.

Like half a million CP-big.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t just a little too big.