The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Possible Solution

Now, there was a big difference between a passing rumor and confirmation from the Young Lord himself.

The moment Butler Gary visited the training grounds to "calm things down," he accidentally did the opposite. His quiet nod and polite answer of "Yes, he’s making pizza" spread like wildfire, then exploded into a housewide spiritual advancement.

It added fuel to a fire that should never have had kindling to begin with.

People started meditating on top of training dummies. Even maids were sparring in pairs for physical conditioning. And worst of all, the Duchess nearly tripped over herself after seeing three dozen volunteers ask to join her elite physical conditioning program.

She stood there, stunned. For a woman who trained like war was tomorrow, this was...unprecedented.

After all, most people, save for the poor souls who really had no choice, would start running away the moment she was scheduled to train.

Apparently, the tipping point came from something Xavier once said: that it was once observed in ancient history that people who used their spiritual abilities were more likely to see changes in their inner workings, which would usually result in improvement.

And that had been true; it was just that in the last century or so, no one really had enough energy to spare to practice.

But it was different for this group of people now.

For even Princess Kira and Ada were surprised to see just how creative humans could be when using spiritual abilities.

Honestly, as Orcs, they were really more reliant on their natural build superiority as well as their elemental abilities. In fact, many from their race still sneered at humans for their dependence on mechas.

But recently, they’ve had to quiet down since their physical superiority and abilities wouldn’t allow them to travel through space, which was really why they’ve been isolated for so long, until the first humans reached them by accident.

And that wasn’t the nicest sight back then; it currently serves only as a lesson for the younger generations that one cannot underestimate enemies that look like walking sticks.

Like right now. They certainly didn’t grow after the breakthrough, but what was this about them running on materialized spiritual energy and creating weapons out of thin air?

Clearly, this was not something they would do because the orcs were traditional in utilizing the gift of nature. But Princess Kira really wanted to try.

She wanted to try this, that, and even the new and future food items that Luca was planning on making.

She wanted to try them all.

She wanted to stay.

But how?

Her thoughts, however, were interrupted when Ada gave her a small signal because the Duchess was heading toward them.

Princess Kira quickly straightened, brushing nonexistent dust off her sleeves and mentally preparing herself for what was probably going to be an intense round of questioning.

But to her surprise, the Duchess, who had earlier been so intense while inside the arena...smiled.

"Your Highness, would you like to join us for training?" Duchess Amelia asked. "You’re welcome to join in when your schedule at the Day Care is free."

It took a second for the Princess to process that this was not a scolding.

"I..." Kira fidgeted, ears twitching. "I would really love to, Your Grace! But I don’t think I can. Not if I have to stop training soon."

The Duchess tilted her head. "Stop?"

"Why do you think I’d remove you from training?" Amelia asked gently. "I only stop those who are injured."

"Mm." The Princess looked away, her voice dropping slightly. "It’s not you, Your Grace. It’s my father. He’s supposed to be coming soon and’ll likely drag me back."

Duchess Amelia frowned, but didn’t interrupt.

"He’s assuming that we’ll just have a wedding here," Kira said, her tone tinged with frustration. "Then we’ll head back right away."

She twisted her fingers together. "But I don’t want it to be over. I haven’t even found him yet!"

And what about everything that Luca was going to make in the future? And the works of art that she was in the middle of writing?!

"Do you want to stay?" the Duchess asked.

The Princess’s gaze snapped up.

Then, quietly but firmly, she nodded. "Yes. Yes, Your Grace."

There was no hesitation.

Duchess Amelia studied her for a moment before her expression softened, the usual strictness giving way to something far more maternal.