The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 510

Chapter 510: The True Orc

The sound of boots thundered through the quiet manor, dozens of feet pounding toward the kitchen.

So many people were rushing that it almost drowned out the blaring alarms still screaming in the halls.

When they reached the kitchen doors, the alarms finally cut off, replaced by a flashing message on the nearest wall panel and across every staff terminal:

[NOTICE: ASSAILANT SUBDUED.]

[CAUTION: UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE DETECTED. HAZMAT SUITS REQUIRED.]

The calm, clinical prompts blinked in quiet contrast to the chaos just moments ago.

There was a moment of tense silence as the guards and staff hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances.

And then someone stepped forward.

Butler Gary.

His room was closest to the kitchen, and of course, he was the first to arrive.

With a practiced motion, he pulled a hazmat suit from his space button—one of many precautions he’d started taking after that one unforgettable dungeon incident.

The kitchen doors slid open.

And inside, under the stark white lights, lay a giant Orc sprawled on the ground.

His massive body was pelted with five giant tranquilizer needles still embedded in his hide.

At his side, a small bottle lay on the floor, cracked open. Its faint, dark contents glimmered with a sinister sheen.

Butler Gary stared.

And then sighed.

"..."

"D-29. Is he alive?"

A moment later, the kitchen screen lit up with a response:

[UNFORTUNATELY.]

Gary’s lips pressed into a thin line as he adjusted the cuff of his suit.

"The Duke and Duchess will need to see this."

He crouched slightly, studying the Orc’s face with caution.

"And D-29... if you have footage of this..."

Gary stood again, his gaze hard as stone.

"...prepare a copy. Because one King is going to want to see this."

Actually, the King would rather not concern himself with the petty affairs of humans.

Not really.

Instead, he thought, at the very least, it might still be possible to convince Kira to return home.

For her safety, of course.

In this way, he could stay rational, right?

Wrong.

Because this trip was about to become the most eye-opening experience of his life.

Just when the ear-piercing alarms stopped, the door to his room slammed open.

Yes, slammed.

But just before the King could behead someone for this insolence, he saw that standing there, with her arms crossed and eyes blazing, was his very own daughter.

Who, with her sharp, cold, and absolutely furious voice, said, "Father. Grakkar has been detained."

For a second, King Garick just blinked at her.

It was early. Too early. And that did not sound like a morning greeting.

Grakkar?

His trusted nephew?

Garick stared at her in stunned silence, still sitting on the edge of his bed as her words sank in.

Well, this morning had already taken a turn—only it was about to get even worse.

King Garick stood in the center of the kitchen, his massive arms crossed, his expression dark enough to make the staff shrink back.

On the floor, Grakkar knelt, restrained and newly awakened from his forced slumber, his head lowered just enough to hide the defiance in his eyes.

The King’s glare bore into him.

"Explain yourself. Now."

Grakkar raised his head slowly.

At first, his voice was calm, pitiful, even. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"This... this is all a misunderstanding. I don’t even know how I ended up here. I—"

He faltered, but the faint smirk on his lips betrayed his confidence.

After all, he still believed in the artifact’s power.

What he didn’t know and what the technology-hating Orc never cared to understand was that just hiding with an artifact was not enough to fool Kyros’ technology.

Not here.

Not under that vengeful system’s watchful eyes. And certainly not after he’d interrupted its precious "research" time.

By now, the leaders and the young members of DG had gathered around, staring at the massive projection that displayed D-29’s captured footage.

Every angle.

Every step Grakkar had taken.

Every muttered word.

There was no denying it now. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

King Garick’s anger simmered hotter.

"You dare..." he growled lowly.

Grakkar’s confidence wavered, but he tried to salvage himself.

"I... I was ordered! It wasn’t me! The humans—they were the target!"

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