Chapter 119: Colorful Imagination

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Chapter 119 of "The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]" begins the action: Chapter 119: Colorful Imagination Jax was not sure why everyone was reacting like that. He merely hoped... Discover the next part!

Chapter 119: Colorful Imagination Jax was not sure why everyone was reacting like that. He merely hoped that Luca wouldn’t find night patrols to be tiring; after all, this was part of what academy mercenary members usually did. Yes, night patrols. Xavier used that excuse when someone asked. It was under the guise of showing Luca what it actually meant to take odd jobs for the military. Then, just how did it turn into something mortifying again? When would he be cleared of all these mounting charges against him? At this rate? Never. So, why bother? It was a scathing realization, but with a peaceful mind full of acceptance and surrender, Xavier decided to ignore all the stares and just wait for a meal that almost didn’t come. This time, Luca was hell-bent on cooking for the people of the duchy and almost forgot about his other charges until they came running in. It was that glorious Crispy Fried Chicken meal they had the last time, but this time, Luca was generous enough to buy a few sauces from the Trove. And for the little penny-pincher, nothing could possibly hurt more than spending his precious CP. But this was his way of showing his sincerity, and he sure wanted to get the thought across. Because aside from solving the Duke’s medical problem, all Luca could do was give them the best he had to offer. But even this would have to wait until it was deemed safe. However, Luca didn’t realize how excited his buddies were when they noticed the upgrade in what was already the best meal they’d tasted to date. So, the diligent cook was surprised to see his friends’ expressions when they realized that he was packing the food into shipping containers. All of it. Ollie, who was still on the floor, finally had to ask where Luca was planning on sending all those delectable goods. "It’s for my Father and the people of the Duchy." When the other realized where the food was going to go, they were momentarily envious until Kyle asked whether that would be safe. Luca thought about the same thing but realized that he would have to come clean sooner or later because he had implicated the House in this. It was a tough decision, but in the end, the currently filial son decided to prepare some fruits, the fried chicken dish, and a few low-grade Guiding Pills. At first, he wanted to send everything, including the spiritual water, but worried that it might be dangerous for both him and his Father. So, instead of sending it all in one go, he hoped to get the Duke to a more stable condition so that they could meet in person. His sins had to be confessed properly, and Luca could only hope that he wouldn’t experience a re-do of his past life. He said this silent prayer almost daily and even more fervently now that he was starting to experience the joys of life. He hoped that things could stay like this for as long as possible. But for that to happen, maybe he should consider cooking some for the people who suddenly wilted in place after realizing that the food wasn’t for them. Meanwhile, a certain father was actually preparing to re-enter society for his only son. While it was a long shot, they needed to prepare as early as now to be able to catch up with everything they’ve let go of these past few years. While the duchy had money, it lacked the same influence it had before after its core figure decided to seclude himself in the name of getting better. But everyone knew what it meant. Because there was really no getting better from the spiritual power imbalance, and all they could do was to just wait it out for as long as possible. Well, not until the unsuspecting duchy received a package from their Young Lord. This time, Butler Gary was prepared with a protocol for when packages from their Lord arrived. And to avoid the sulking of their Duke, it was best to make sure that he got to open the package unless it was explicitly addressed to another person. It was just that as the Duke approached the sealed package, he was miffed to learn that it was addressed to Butler Gary, of all people. "..." While the touched Butler felt like a winner as he approached the package, the Duke’s pout could probably reach the Manor’s front door. He couldn’t believe how he was defeated by nearly everyone else when it came to getting attention from his precious son?! But then the Duke’s ears twitched when Butler Gary called on him. "Your Grace, I think the package was really for you." Duke Leander initially wanted to pout a little more but decided to give it up when the Butler continued his explanation. "There seems to be a small note with directions and a separate letter addressed to you in this package." Now, that got him excited, but surprisingly, that was not all. Butler Gary continued opening the package as per the note, only to be caught off guard when he saw three boxes that each emitted an aroma so enticing that the people couldn’t help but be drawn to walk towards it. The people around them could only murmur excitedly. Technically, they had no idea what these boxes held, but their noses could tell that they were willing to scramble over it if given the chance. Even the shortest maid felt like she was willing to skirmish with a few people just to be given the chance to see what was in there. "Your Grace, it seems like the Young Lord sent us something to feast on. It says here that we should consume it while it is still hot." "My son sent over food?" The Duke was surprised, wondering where his precious son got such things when he was busy being such a good student. If the son had a colorful imagination, then it was likely for the father to be the same. In this father’s imagination, his son was already very homesick and decided to sacrifice his time and effort to look for things to send home. The Duke, who was already fired up with the desire to race to the Ministry, was even more fired up when he realized that his son had penned an actual letter for him. "!!!" A letter like that could definitely be preserved, right?! He had such thoughts until Butler Gary opened one of the lids. The murmuring stopped, and the Butler swore he heard someone clench a broom so tightly that it cracked. It was the maid from earlier. While she was only weak compared to these people, the maid didn’t think she was capable of such physical feats until she realized there were things worth fighting for. It was the Butler’s fault. "It seems like our Young Lord has prepared this for all of us to enjoy." The Butler cleared his throat, hoping to remind everyone that they were now civil members of society and had dignities to uphold. But what to do when the most childish of them all was the Duke himself, who almost flew over to the innocent boxes? Why, of course, it was all back to basics! That afternoon, the entire Manor was out of commission from the battles that broke out for this thing called Fried Chicken. And if there was any point in time that the Duke felt like his sickness was advantageous, then it was probably this time when he was granted a share without having to duke it out. Ah! What a time to be alive!

Chapter 119: Colorful Imagination

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