The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 658

Chapter 658: Battle Lines

Empress Gisella was surprised because, apparently, a reorganization was underway.

Similarly, the little princess could only blink at the sudden influx of people standing up.

"Huh? What’s happening?" In her distress, she almost jumped from her chair until the Duchess spoke, effectively rattling the first-timers.

"Ah, Your Highness, it’s their battle preparations."

"B-battle preparations?!" The child was scandalized, her eyes round, until Duchess Amelia calmly continued.

"Yes. They’re strategizing. At one point, we had the opportunity to grill our own food. And it was then that people discovered how some were just naturally talented at cooking, while others should never think of it again."

The princess gasped softly. The Emperor leaned forward, clearly unsure if he should laugh or take it seriously.

"But then there are also other factors to consider," Amelia went on smoothly. "Like hand speed and appetite. The elders are not to be trifled with. Unless you are on a diet, you would not want to be in their line of fire."

"Then, there are those who like sharing their food or only eat smaller portions by nature. And so they tend to be popular every mealtime."

The moment Amelia finished, chaos erupted. Head Maid Gloria, Butler Gary, and Steward Han, being people heavily involved in the kitchen, suddenly became the most popular figures in the room.

Several groups argued over them loudly, claiming that people who could cook well should not all be seated together. Blessings, after all, were better shared.

The Duke looked mortified. "That can’t be! Are you saying we shouldn’t sit together?!" He screeched so loudly that the entire room turned. He was convinced they were plotting to separate him from his precious son.

But surprisingly, everyone just looked at him with sour expressions before promptly turning back to fighting over the head maid, the butler, and the steward.

"???"

"Hey! Hey!" The Duke tried to shout some sense into them, but Duchess Amelia just reached over and bonked him on the head.

"Leander, the smartest choice would have been to give you your own pot. But because we are family, here we are, thankfully balancing your curse with your son’s abilities."

The Duke huffed, cheeks puffing, but his mood could not remain sour for long. Not when he was seated close to his precious boy, which meant victory was already on their side.

"Is it always like this?" asked the Empress, wide-eyed as she watched cadets in the background trying to reorganize themselves like soldiers preparing for combat.

Surprisingly, Kyle had also been eyed by Princess Kira. But Ollie latched onto him like a defensive barnacle, proving impenetrable as he guarded his boyfriend and personal cook.

Only, Ollie’s hold faltered when his own father raised a hand with a request.

"Pop!" Ollie gasped.

"Now you know how to say Pop?!" Kyle’s eyes twitched as Marquis Mylor berated his little mop.

Meanwhile, the strategic repositioning continued noisily in the background. Duchess Amelia answered Empress Gisella’s question with serene poise.

"Not always. Apparently, it wasn’t always this peaceful."

"T-this is peaceful?!" asked the Emperor in disbelief.

"Tsk." Duke Leander shook his head with the weight of experience. "Before, they were grabbing weapons and beating each other to secure fried chicken rights. Now at least they are able to talk amongst themselves."

"At one point, we even held a tournament. It was an issue of who would be guarding and eating outside while the others remained inside."

The room fell silent.

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