The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Notable Contributions

But see, if the heir had considered the appetite of everyone immediately around him, then even triple wouldn’t have been enough.

For there was no satisfying the mouths of people who had already tasted the food of the "gods," or so they thought.

So, when the time came to finally perform his first experiment, the nervous cook decided to do it alone.

For one, unlike the other dishes they had made, this would actually require several pauses, and it would not be good to bring everyone in only to tell them to come back several times over.

That would be cruel, especially when he could use his spiritual abilities for this anyway.

And so when the first batch of dough balls had finally been left for refrigeration, Luca didn’t notice the wave of murmurs that followed.

Obviously, it was largely because it was impossible to hide the sudden containers from the likes of the manor staff who regularly visited Luca’s kitchen in the Dungeon space.

But this time, it was a determined father who ran back to the Butler to ask about the balls that filled up the giant refrigerator. And like a covert mission, they went on to check what interested the Duke.

Rows and rows of small containers that had what looked like squishy balls inside got the butler checking for the now-popular beast.

"!!!"

It was instinctive, as the beast that had made a reputation had been monitored daily, although only secretly.

So when his gaze drifted to the nearby shelf where the once powerful sourdough starter beast had lived, the butler ended up frozen.

"What’s wrong, Butler Gary?!" prodded the Duke, who was alarmed by his sudden reaction.

"Your Grace! Look at that!"

The magnificent beast had been reduced to something so...small.

So pitifully small and filled with bubbles that the color from these grown men’s faces ended up drained.

The two men looked at each other.

"...Is this normal?" the Duke whispered.

"I don’t know, Your Grace, but I cannot help but think that it is related to all those balls inside the refrigerator!"

Because how else could this be explained?!

And yet neither of them wanted to know the gruesome truth, and so without another word, they left.

It was just that, while they had made it out unseen, something clearly lingered with the Duke—because he could not function for the rest of the day.

But this didn’t go unnoticed, as the Duchess had had enough after the unanswered calls to attention.

"Leander."

He didn’t answer.

"Leander."

He blinked. "Oh! Yes, my love?"

"What’s wrong with you today?"

The Duke opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked at the wall but eventually caved because his wife’s brow had risen too far up.

"We saw the beast. It’s...it’s been reduced to a whimpering jar!"

The Duchess squinted. "What in the stars are you talking about?"

"It’s so small now," he whispered, eyes full of haunted reverence. "It’s like it’s been sacrificed."

"...Are you sick in the head?" she asked, wondering if all of those concussions had finally combined into a massive one.

"I swear! Ask the butler!"

And the duchess who wanted to understand just what kind of gibberish he’s been spouting really did, only to be shown side-by-side photos.

Okay...well, he didn’t seem all too crazy now.

Because now even Duchess Amelia was conflicted about this. For if this really was the result of the beast being used—if that powerful, fearsome starter had been reduced to this just to make those squishy dough balls—

But unfortunately for everyone, someone overheard.

A few someones who happened to have a few ears and fast mouths that were certainly more than enough to circulate it everywhere.

"Because I don’t think we can finish the entire dome," Ollie continued quickly, "but maybe like 60 to 70 percent if we skip breaks and cut the redundant acts we’re doing for show. I mean, it’ll still be safe! And the integrity seals will hold—"