The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]-Chapter 987: Absolutely Inconceivable
Soon, everyone caught on, and by the end of the night, it was established that any bids involving 305 were practically love confessions.
Now, that by itself was already special, and the bidders were practically tripping over each other to express their affection, while others made their intentions just as clear by very deliberately avoiding those numbers like the plague.
However, what truly made both the viewers and the guests scream were the bids that answered those confessions.
A plus-one.
Getting a plus-one to a 305 meant they could die happy.
Well, hopefully no one would, but that was exactly the kind of feeling anyone who received a plus-one would have.
Like one Oliver Mylor, for example.
Though in his case, people weren’t entirely sure how to interpret his reaction, because he wiggled left and right while rocking back and forth like he had short-circuited on the spot.
"???"
It was truly a sight to see.
And if not for how he suddenly ran straight into the arms of Kyle Nox, who, much to everyone’s surprise, actually received him with open arms, those who weren’t privy to the Academy rumors would’ve remained completely confused about the existence of one such Mylor.
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Then again, many were only pretending to be oblivious. After all, acknowledging the situation right away would just drive home the point that, at the ripe age of aching backs and creaking joints, many unfortunate souls still hadn’t experienced that kind of love.
[If I don’t get a confession like that, then what’s even the point?!]
[+1]
[+1]
[+1]
[Me, when?]
[Probably when you’re as good as them?]
[You guys do realize not everyone can find love, right? More importantly, there are definitely those who are completely happy with just loving themselves, you know?]
[Well, sister, I think you might want to reconsider because look at that—]
[Look at what???]
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The netizens, who had been busy discussing the qualifications needed to have their own fairytale, scrambled to figure out what they had just missed, only to be greeted by the unmistakable frame of an Orc King standing tall—
Looking very green.
And very scandalized.
[Huh?]
[What happened?]
That was a good question.
And it had everything to do with the ever-famous Princess Muscle Muscle, who had been voted in by insistent children who absolutely refused to let go of their parents until they voted on their behalf.
But more specifically, the Orc King’s reaction was due to a very particular bid.
Three hundred five million.
Made by an Elven Prince.
At first, it didn’t quite register.
People continued chatting, still caught up in discussions about how members of DG could even find love despite how busy they were, until someone paused—
Wait a minute.
An Elven Prince?
Oh yes.
Definitely an Elven Prince.
One whose aide was already silently praying that his master wouldn’t be unrecognizable by tomorrow.
If anything, Rahil just hoped there would be enough dental evidence left to identify what would remain of his master’s soon-to-be pulverized body.
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And the Elven aide was probably right to be praying about that.
Especially when the Orc King, who couldn’t believe his ears, eyes, or even his nose, looked like he needed to skewer something—no, someone—to deal with the kind of hell that had just unfolded before him.
Because instead of tearing apart the limbs of the elf who dared to bid on her, King Garrick was witnessing something far more horrifying.
His beloved daughter, the pride and questionable joy of the Pyroan Orcs... and his one and only successor—
Actively threatening anyone else who even dared to reach for their bidding buttons with a snarl.
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Situated in one of the tables of honor, an important royal was forced into a pause.
"...Are we seeing the same thing?" King Garrick asked, his voice caught somewhere between disbelief and impending violence as he slowly turned to his subordinates.
Ada’s mother paused, clearly choosing her words with great care for the sake of everyone’s safety.
"Yes, Your Majesty... I believe Her Royal Highness just growled at that human over there."
She cleared her throat and added for good measure, "It was definitely a fine growl, befitting of her status, if I may say so myself."
The Orc King’s eyes widened even further.
Because, truly, that was just one problem.
What on Solara had happened behind his back, for his child to end up doing such a thing?!
For mere millions!
"Millions," he echoed, sounding personally offended. "She really wants a paltry bid of millions from a talking pole to win?!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"And that one—is he looking down on us?!"
Inconceivable!
Well, the other elves were probably thinking that too, especially those who were confused about why their charge would even do something like that.
Just what were they supposed to report to Prince Eren? It was already close to the end of their stay in Solara, and yet they still hadn’t understood what they were supposed to be waiting for, and worse, couldn’t even properly contact their superiors for advice.
However, as one of them pointed out, maybe it wasn’t so bad because clearly, the Prince had managed to insult the Orcish King, who looked slighted by such a move.
The elves then figured it wasn’t such a bad move. At least, the deposed Prince still had some use.
But unbeknownst to the arrogant lackeys, to the Orcish Princess, none of this could be treated as an insult.
In fact, in her mind, this was sincerity at its peak.
People might think she had gone crazy, but that was fine.
Because, as things stood, her Bunbun was already pledging everything for her.
At the very least, the money he was bidding with was something he had earned with his own hands, not something that came from his brother or Lumira.
It had come up during their earlier discussion, when Prince Elior had made it clear that he had no intention of shortchanging her.
He was aware that he was currently just a Prince in name only and couldn’t be further from a pauper. But even so, he wanted to make it clear that he wasn’t going to use that as an excuse to derail their relationship any further.
"I don’t really have much to my name right now," he had said, earnest and serious, "but I swear I won’t stay like this. I’ll figure something out so I won’t wrong you in that regard."
"!!!"
Princess Kira’s heart had most definitely gone doki-doki, the drums beating so loud that she should’ve captured it to show the ever-curious Luca.
But more than that, she realized that such talk meant he was thinking about the future. Their future.
She had immediately reassured her Bunbun that even if they somehow ended up completely broke, she was confident they could hunt their way into feeding Geon, Lumina, and Dave.
"..."
"..."
Prince Elior had simply looked at her, clearly amused, but judging by how he swore on Tortie, it seemed Princess Kira hadn’t been joking at all.
Well, of course she wasn’t.
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So yes, she was more than fine with three hundred five million.
And she absolutely had no intention of letting anyone else bid anything higher, not when she was already glaring at anyone who so much as touched their bidding buttons.
As for her father—
Well.
She would think about that later.
After all, who had the time to worry about that when she was far too excited for the actual dance?
