The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 655

Chapter 655: Permission and Pride

Ollie could tell something was different.

Sure, they had always cooked and eaten what, in his not-so-humble opinion, were the greatest meals in the universe. But today felt different.

Today, it was as if his good brother was glowing with a nervousness Ollie had never seen in him before—well, at least not when it came to food.

When Ollie asked what was wrong, Luca had only muttered that it was because he was serving a meal to everyone who mattered to him. Then, with a shy flush, he admitted there was also the matter of serving food to those he hoped to know better, with the quiet wish that everyone at the table would find harmony together.

"!!!"

The blonde nearly wept.

His good brother, the little chipmunk who once lived on resilience and frugality, was now a man thinking of family, friends, and future bonds. Without even an onion in sight, Ollie’s eyes were already stinging.

How fast that child had grown!

As the marginally taller brother, how could he not be proud?!

And look at the proof!

Apparently, they were now mature enough that Luca thought it would be a good time for all of them to try something different. A cooking and eating style they hadn’t really experienced before.

It was apparently so elaborate that the first question was not about the food, but about whether Auntie Cece could even make the pots.

"Brother, is it necessary to have such custom pots?" Ollie asked, his brows furrowed as he watched Luca carefully blending their famed dried chilis.

"Well, I haven’t tested it out for myself," Luca admitted, his cheeks pink, "but according to what I read, it’s necessary so that we can have the proper experience. Also... because I think it’s safer. Nina and everyone else can just pick what they prefer and eat what they can handle."

Ollie froze. Then his vision blurred.

Such thoughtfulness! Such foresight! Who else could be so considerate? His good brother wasn’t just cooking—he was bestowing blessings upon them.

And in Ollie’s teary eyes, Luca shone. A golden figure in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, hands working with reverence. Truly, he looked less like a young cadet preparing dinner and more like a holy being descending to grace them with food.

"Brother..." Ollie’s voice cracked as if he were giving away his own son in marriage. "Is this really alright? All we have to do is cut or shred everything?"

"Yes, brother!" Luca beamed, his earnestness so bright it could blind. "Hopefully, it’ll all come together later!"

Hopefully.

Because this was his first time, too.

But he had seen it often—on ads everywhere during snowy holidays, where families huddled together with steaming bowls. Where laughter and warmth filled homes as people cooked and ate from the same pot.

Luca had always wanted to try that.

And really, wasn’t this the perfect chance? Everyone was finally here. They could experience it together.

Besides, the book that had specifics of it promised something: this kind of cooking would let everyone have their own unique experience while still eating as one.

His heart thumped with excitement. More than anything, he just wanted everyone to discover a taste they could truly like.

But one little princess didn’t even need to reach the eating part before she found something she could like.

When the nervous members of the Imperial Family—including the Marshal, Shadow Uno, Butler Henry, and even two bewildered pets—stepped out of four doors standing neatly in the middle of blank plots of land, their hearts nearly leapt from relief.

It worked.

The doors actually worked!

They were just starting to take in the sight when—pop!

Luca and Xavier suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as if reality itself decided to shrug.

So much for instincts. When even the most seasoned combatants couldn’t predict their arrival?! Then again, it wasn’t really their fault, as it was a perk Luca and Xavier enjoyed inside the dungeon.

But to a certain little girl who had been fiercely protecting the most important secret of her most important chipmunk, their arrival was pure catastrophe.

"!!!"

Princess Nina froze, her tiny body stiffening. Then, scandalized and mortified, she launched herself forward with all the power her little legs could muster.

In one dramatic jump and swoop, she practically slammed herself against Luca’s face, stretching her arms wide as though her small frame could shield him from every gaze.

"Nothing to see here!" she cried, voice trembling as she quivered like a puppy in the snow.

Her little body shook from the effort; her cheeks puffed, and her tiny brows furrowed in fierce determination. It was the kind of desperate pose that would’ve been adorable if it weren’t so heartbreaking—like a kitten trying to cover an elephant.

But why was she doing that?

Because apparently, the little girl, who became busy right after hearing about the invite, didn’t get to listen to the entire story before they got there. And with the way her parents referred to Luca as the chipmunk, she thought they would be meeting in disguise.

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