The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]-Chapter 398: Possible Solution

Now, there was a big difference between a passing rumor and confirmation from the Young Lord himself.

The moment Butler Gary visited the training grounds to "calm things down," he accidentally did the opposite. His quiet nod and polite answer of "Yes, he’s making pizza" spread like wildfire, then exploded into a housewide spiritual advancement.

It added fuel to a fire that should never have had kindling to begin with.

People started meditating on top of training dummies. Even maids were sparring in pairs for physical conditioning. And worst of all, the Duchess nearly tripped over herself after seeing three dozen volunteers ask to join her elite physical conditioning program.

She stood there, stunned. For a woman who trained like war was tomorrow, this was...unprecedented.

After all, most people, save for the poor souls who really had no choice, would start running away the moment she was scheduled to train.

Apparently, the tipping point came from something Xavier once said: that it was once observed in ancient history that people who used their spiritual abilities were more likely to see changes in their inner workings, which would usually result in improvement.

And that had been true; it was just that in the last century or so, no one really had enough energy to spare to practice.

But it was different for this group of people now.

For even Princess Kira and Ada were surprised to see just how creative humans could be when using spiritual abilities.

Honestly, as Orcs, they were really more reliant on their natural build superiority as well as their elemental abilities. In fact, many from their race still sneered at humans for their dependence on mechas.

But recently, they’ve had to quiet down since their physical superiority and abilities wouldn’t allow them to travel through space, which was really why they’ve been isolated for so long, until the first humans reached them by accident.

And that wasn’t the nicest sight back then; it currently serves only as a lesson for the younger generations that one cannot underestimate enemies that look like walking sticks.

Like right now. They certainly didn’t grow after the breakthrough, but what was this about them running on materialized spiritual energy and creating weapons out of thin air?

Clearly, this was not something they would do because the orcs were traditional in utilizing the gift of nature. But Princess Kira really wanted to try.

She wanted to try this, that, and even the new and future food items that Luca was planning on making.

She wanted to try them all.

She wanted to stay.

But how?

Her thoughts, however, were interrupted when Ada gave her a small signal because the Duchess was heading toward them.

Princess Kira quickly straightened, brushing nonexistent dust off her sleeves and mentally preparing herself for what was probably going to be an intense round of questioning.

But to her surprise, the Duchess, who had earlier been so intense while inside the arena...smiled.

"Your Highness, would you like to join us for training?" Duchess Amelia asked. "You’re welcome to join in when your schedule at the Day Care is free."

It took a second for the Princess to process that this was not a scolding.

"I..." Kira fidgeted, ears twitching. "I would really love to, Your Grace! But I don’t think I can. Not if I have to stop training soon."

The Duchess tilted her head. "Stop?"

"Why do you think I’d remove you from training?" Amelia asked gently. "I only stop those who are injured."

"Mm." The Princess looked away, her voice dropping slightly. "It’s not you, Your Grace. It’s my father. He’s supposed to be coming soon and’ll likely drag me back."

Duchess Amelia frowned, but didn’t interrupt.

"He’s assuming that we’ll just have a wedding here," Kira said, her tone tinged with frustration. "Then we’ll head back right away."

She twisted her fingers together. "But I don’t want it to be over. I haven’t even found him yet!"

And what about everything that Luca was going to make in the future? And the works of art that she was in the middle of writing?!

"Do you want to stay?" the Duchess asked.

The Princess’s gaze snapped up.

Then, quietly but firmly, she nodded. "Yes. Yes, Your Grace."

There was no hesitation.

Duchess Amelia studied her for a moment before her expression softened, the usual strictness giving way to something far more maternal.

"You children really are growing up fast these days," she murmured.

She took a small breath and gave Kira a slow nod. "Then show him."

Kira blinked. "Show him...?"

"Show him why you’re better off here. Show him the growth he didn’t expect. Show him that your path, your choices, will one day benefit the Orcs far more than anything he’s holding onto back home."

Kira’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

"But don’t look at me like that," Amelia said dryly. "I’m not giving you the answer. This is something only you can figure out since I also understand where your father might be coming from."

The Princess looked thoughtful, but thankfully, the duchess wasn’t quite done.

"That doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help," she added. "You’re surrounded by people who’ve all fought tooth and nail to make their choices mean something. Ask them how they did it. Ask them how they got the others to understand."

"Ask your friends, Princess," Amelia said, her tone soft but firm.

So, the moment Princess Kira spotted them—Kyle, Jax, and Xavier lounging near one of the newly reinforced training fields—she ran.

Not walked. Ran. And the ground around her shook.

She came to a stop with a dramatic skid in front of them, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes sharp with determination.

"How did you convince your parents to let you stay here?!" she demanded, pointing at them like this was a duel.

The trio blinked.

Kyle, mid-stretch, raised a brow. "Me?" Well, for one, Jax didn’t have to convince anyone, while the Prince was definitely hiding from the world, so really, it could only be him.

Although, he didn’t exactly convince a parent, but more like held hostage his own brother who really would be left with no other choice if he used his thankfully populated brain cells.

"I didn’t really convince my parents," Kyle said simply, brushing dirt off his sleeve. "I only managed to convince my brother."

"Still, how did you do it?" she asked quickly, knowing that, similar to her, Killian Nox was someone of political importance to the empire.

"Made a bet," he said. "Then let him see for himself."

Princess Kira tilted her head. "That worked?"

Kyle shrugged. "Eventually. It would have to, in his case, because while my brother is stubborn, he’s definitely not stupid."

"But Princess Kira, that might not be as simple for you. Because my brother has to consider the benefit of all this to the empire, which as you can see is pretty obvious." Kyle gestured around what was really obvious to anyone with functioning senses.

"However, this might even act as a threat in your case." Xavier offered.

The prince could see how any of this could be viewed by another party who had long held trading advantages because they were capable of supplying essential things that the Empire of Solaris really lacked, but what would happen when such a thing wouldn’t be a case anymore?

The Princess looked at him, confused.

"Your father’s not just a parent," Xavier said. "He’s a leader. Political ties are involved, and just knowing all this exists would have long-term effects on trading and the power structure."

"Tsk." Her shoulders dropped slightly.

Jax, who had been unbotheredly eating a banana the entire time, suddenly shrugged. "Then can’t you just make a deal like Ollie?"

Kira perked up. "Ollie?"

"Yeah!" Jax said. "He was supposed to be taken back, too. But he went on to prove himself, then eventually struck a deal for cooperation so both parties could win."

That caught everyone’s attention.

"A...deal?"

"Yeah! Ollie got the materials in exchange for items to auction."

"So why don’t you just ask Luca if you could exchange something that the orcs would like?"

"Something that orcs would like...?"

"Mn! What about food? Surely orcs would like food?" said the redhead, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And it really was.

But what would such beings like more than just food, thought Kyle, who was looking at Jax like he’d grown another head again.

Food freaking supply.