The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 399

Chapter 399: Lunch

"I don’t see why it wouldn’t be possible if you think that your father would find any of this interesting?" said Luca, who was munching on an apple that had been cut into an apple bunny by his husband.

To be fair, Luca had just said the first thing that came to mind. Because everyone had been staring at him and the apples he was eating like they were witnessing the demolition of a skyscraper.

It was a little unsettling.

Ada coughed twice, just loud enough to remind everyone that staring was rude and punishable by eye-gouging in some cultures.

"I think His Majesty would definitely find something useful," she said, dragging attention back to the topic. "It’s just that we’d have to think of something that would be enough to allow Princess Kira to actually stay."

That really was the problem.

Making deals? Not hard. They could come up with plenty. But convincing a powerful, battle-hardened orc ruler to let his beloved daughter stay on a distant planet run by a bunch of humans and a mildly suspicious guild?

Now that was difficult.

And while Ada could tell that there were other ways to get in and out of the space to remove the issue of traveling, she also knew that it couldn’t easily apply to them. For one, that would be like opening a direct path that would be out of their control which would effectively reduce the orcs defenses against possible threats.

Not ideal, not for both parties when the partnership hadn’t been established for that long.

Especially when said dungeon was run by someone who, on paper, sounded like a wild card. They couldn’t exactly go out there and say, "Don’t worry, our Guild Leader is made of sparkles, fluff, and good intentions."

That wasn’t going to cut it.

So that was currently out of the question. Then what could they use as a bargaining chip?

There were pills, manuals, and the ability to purify corruption...

Sure.

But the Orcs—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Kyle’s terminal flared to life with a sharp chime, cutting off Ada’s thoughts.

He blinked, then stood up far too smoothly for someone definitely not trying to escape a strategy meeting because, in all fairness to him, he really wasn’t this time around.

Everyone turned.

Kyle cleared his throat. "I’m just going to deliver a meal."

"Oh, is it time already?" Asked Jax who felt like time tracking could really be confusing.

"Yeah, it’s time for him to eat," Kyle replied simply, mentally checking if he’s got everything he needed to bring as he activated the ring similar to his brother’s distortion device.

Meanwhile, Xavier stared at his adjutant but didn’t say a word and only bothered to exchange knowing glances.

It wasn’t like there was a need to. Because Kyle had practically volunteered for this post, even when others said they’d do it when he was busy.

And even then, he really wouldn’t be able to say anything as his wife looked up, mid-bite of his hand-crafted apple bunnies to ask about the hyper-active blonde.

"Is he doing okay over there?" Luca asked quietly, his hand fidgeting as he worried about Ollie, who hadn’t been back in a while.

"I packed extra. I didn’t know if he got enough last time. If ever, please ask him if there’s something he needs or wants, maybe some fruits?"

Or maybe he’d want a backup rice ball in case he drops the first one. Thought Luca, who had been feeling guilty since his brother decided to help with the actual construction.

"...I’ll check on him," Kyle said, voice low but grateful. "Thanks, Luca. He’ll love all this."

Because, of course, Ollie would.

He’d love it even if he was just offered one extra grain, after all.

But then again, at this rate, no one would really complain about him having more because he and the others couldn’t just return willy-nilly.

For now, or until that facility was done under the surveillance of deliberately allowed watchful eyes.

It was one thing they expected to happen once the Mylors shipped the materials to a duchy that had been silent until very recently, but at the same time, it was one that they were also looking forward to.

Because this was the smokescreen that they had been waiting for. So now, they couldn’t just have the workers vanishing right?

Also, the first time they returned after toiling, the workers themselves decided not to take breaks in the space because their bodies refused to leave for work.

Therefore, they had people from the Dungeon-linked space delivering meals. And one such volunteer was Kyle, who had to go for the pitiful mechanic.

The blonde wouldn’t even play it cool, he’d really sit there looking like an abandoned turnip with hopeful eyes and a rumbling stomach.

And that was how the adjutant would usually find the mop after he had walked towards the construction site, which now had one externally completed dome that gleamed under the shields.

Today, the heat was dry and the wind was sharp, and somewhere nearby, someone was shouting about a stabilizer anchor not aligning.

And then—

"You’re late!"

"I almost died from hunger and heatstroke, and boredom!" Ollie declared dramatically. "Did you get mugged?! Did something malfunction?! Worse, did you forget me?!"

Oh. Right!