The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 640

Chapter 640: Just a Look

It was a tragic moment for the little system that had prepared for this very situation.

Thousands of materials in different languages, only to be caught unprepared and unable to respond because all the careful steps and scenarios it had stockpiled had been ripped apart like cheap paper.

The Host was similarly malfunctioning. His temperature had spiked, his golden eyes wide and glassy, and his ears were practically steaming.

So, as his most trusted system, what exactly was D-29 supposed to advise at a time like this?

"No need to really say anything. Her Imperial Majesty seems to have drawn a favorable conclusion," Sid finally explained, calm as always.

"Favorable? How is it favorable when the Host was not offered anything?"

"That’s because in all your research materials, there had always been resistance first, only for the people to end up together anyway."

Sid’s tone was maddeningly reasonable. "In this case, there had really been no need to prepare for resistance when the Imperial family had been looking forward to the Little Master’s arrival."

"Huh? But then what about—"

"He would get everything." Sid cut in before the little system’s processor could start sparking from overuse. Anyway, he had a good sense of what D-29 was about to say.

"!!!"

"Everything? But what is everything?"

"The Empire of Solaris," Sid said without hesitation. "Because knowing the Master, what was his would likely become the Little Master’s." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

D-29 took a moment. Calculations flickered across its circuits at lightning speed. By the time Sid finished speaking, the results were conclusive.

The Host would be rich.

Extremely filthy rich.

The thigh that was being hugged was not just a golden thigh. It was the golden thigh.

Sid could already see where this was going, so he decided to get ahead of it. "Now that you know, it’s important to remember that others will also want to serve the one who owns everything. The competition is cutthroat."

"!!!"

"Is that why you train so hard?" D-29 asked, horrified.

Sid didn’t bother to answer. He didn’t have to. The little system had already concluded as much and was begrudgingly envisioning the terrifying possibility of being demoted.

Obviously, such a fate could not be allowed.

But instead of training harder as Sid clearly intended, D-29 decided on an alternate course of action: it would start checking the status of all other systems.

After all, who would need a competition if there were no competitors? At the very least, as a measure of security, the little system should really make sure to sabotage—er, monitor the competition!

"..."

Hopeless.

This was just hopeless.

So Sid, the long-suffering guardian mecha, simply chose to double his own training for compensation as the others in the room began to recover from the Empress’s direct words.

Emperor Xavian privately thought, as usual, that his wife was really one to think on her toes. She clearly understood how necessary it was for Luca to have a favorable position in their family.

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