The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Unusual Delivery

There were certainly many ways to respond to trauma, and it wouldn’t be polite to assume everyone would react the same way.

That said, it was highly unlikely that the average victim would label the source of their emotional damage as "cute."

Just ask the students who left piloting class with trembling knees and fresh psychological scars.

They were certainly not amused.

Most of them responded similarly: stunned silence, wide eyes, crushed pride, and the distant echo of mechanical trauma.

And that—exactly that—was the kind of reaction she had been dying to see after all the effort she’d exerted for this.

Just as expected! The intel was really accurate!

She grinned as she replayed the recording for the fifth time.

Technically, she shouldn’t have something like this.

But she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied unless she saw his reaction for herself. So she sweetly asked for a favor from one of those guys who usually flocked around her.

It wasn’t difficult.

After all, the items she was sending over weren’t illegal, nor would they raise any suspicion when sent to a student from the mecha manufacturing division.

Totally normal. Just a few helpful things for a fellow mechanic. Nothing suspicious.

In fact, most of these items were something anyone would covet.

So she told the guy to deliver the box, which had already passed a thorough inspection at the campus mailroom, to a certain mechanic living in the same dorm.

His hesitation and uncertainty were apparent when she asked him. And only after she said that it was allegedly a gift from one of her shy friends did the student agree.

He eventually caved, but not after peeking at the contents to be sure. No one would want to be dismissed from school for anything untoward.

And it was harmless, really—just casings, and materials, a lot of them, and a small card that simply said:

"To O,"

"You deserve it."

So he did as was told, and once his classes ended for the day, amidst all the chaos brewing in the hearts of excited and terrorized students, one cannon fodder unknowingly set off the strangest chain of events.

All because he delivered a box and took a short video as requested.

For he captured the oddest reaction to a harmless gift.

He’d only been given the room number and a description of someone who had blonde hair, so he was surprised when the door swung open.

It’s one of those guys! Ollie Mylor!

The Ollie Mylor. The only one who passed the licensure exam as an aspiring freshman mechanic.

No wonder the sender couldn’t just deliver this by themself.

If even he was nervous, then what more for that shy friend who’d have come up with a way to confess?! freewebnoveℓ.com

If the rumors were even half true, then this wasn’t a "simple delivery"—this was an event. A moment. A declaration.

"Hello?" blinked the shorter person before him.

Wow.

He’s never seen him this close, but it seemed like this one was glowing with some sort of ethereal light.

"Uhm, hello? Did you need something?" Asked the blonde, whose eyebrows were now furrowed.

"Oh! Right! Hi! Sorry, I got distracted," the poor guy stammered, thrusting the box forward. "I was asked to deliver this gift to you."

"A gift? From who?"

"Sorry, I don’t think it’s my position to reveal the identity of the sender," the delivery guy said sheepishly, scratching his head. "But it’s from a shy classmate."

The shorter guy squinted at him.

Not suspiciously. No. He squinted like a detective evaluating a suspect under harsh interrogation lighting.

"Hmmm."

Ollie assessed the guy before him; his mother had always taught them how to spot liars, but the one before him right now didn’t seem like he was lying.

"Thanks, but do you mind if I open it here?"

That ought to scare this one! Maybe he’d even run back home!