The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707: The Last Supper

Was this their last meal?

In all of Sergeant Sam’s short life, this was the first time he had ever encountered something like this.

And of all the places in the galaxy to experience it, the most elaborate meal he’d ever seen was happening right there—within full view of that still wiggling, half-dead, half-alive giant creature outside.

But somehow, despite that revolting sight, no one could look away from the feast spread before them.

There were colors.

There were smells.

And actual solid food.

It was like being teleported to another dimension, one where soldiers didn’t eat nutrient paste or drink metal-flavored energy shots.

"Line up properly," someone from House Kyros called out, tone polite but firm.

And so, like children afraid of being scolded, Sam and his comrades lined up in an awkward mirror formation across from the Kyros soldiers, following every motion as if imitating a holy ritual.

They didn’t know what they were doing, but it felt sacred.

The whole time, Sam and Nia kept craning their necks, trying to peek at what the Kyros soldiers were doing.

"Do you think we’re doing it right?" Nia whispered, her voice low but anxious.

"I don’t even know what ’right’ looks like," Sam muttered back, trying not to look suspicious even as his head tilted a full forty degrees.

Marco, ever the voice of reason, sighed. "Maybe we should just ask instead of acting like stalkers."

Sam glared at him. "Do you want to be the one to admit we don’t know how to eat properly?"

Marco’s lips thinned. "...No, but what even is proper?"

"Touché."

Meanwhile, the rest of their squad looked hypnotized as the Kyros soldiers picked up dishes in an orderly, almost reverent sequence. Every time one of them lifted something new, a chorus of gasps and whispers rippled through the Zone Four soldiers.

"They said it’s called a fried egg," one soldier whispered.

"Fried egg?" another repeated, as if tasting the words themselves.

"Fried egg!"

"FRIED EGG!"

The phrase traveled down the line like gospel until someone suddenly gasped loudly enough to make the whole row flinch.

"C-chicken!" the poor soul blurted out, eyes wide.

Heads immediately tilted in unison.

"What chicken?"

"Is that really chicken? I’ve seen a photo of it on Star Net. Is it really the same?"

"Oh god, that’s a tomato, right? My sister is part of the fandom! If I don’t survive to tell her about this, she’ll curse my spirit!"

They all leaned in closer as if witnessing a miracle—because for them, this was one.

From across the other line, Second Lieutenant Merren caught their stunned faces and, with perfect lip movement, mouthed two very critical words. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Get everything."

"You read that too, right?" whispered Nia, already preparing to accept everything the staff would give her.

"Yep, definitely," Sam confirmed, nodding gravely.

Even Marco, who had been so against eavesdropping earlier, muttered under his breath, "She’s a ranking officer. It’d be rude to ignore her advice."

Whoa!

His entire face contorted like someone experiencing divine revelation.

And he wasn’t even the only one.

All around him, familiar comrades were having their own epiphanies, well, at least until one of the House Kyros soldiers approached with a serious face.

"Sorry to interrupt," the man said politely, "but I didn’t want anyone else to make the same mistake I did."

Sam blinked. "Mistake?"

"Yes. The chicken and the egg—you’re supposed to eat them with rice. Like this."

He demonstrated with the precision of a saint. "Also, if you put your roasted chicken on top and let the juice seep into the rice..." He paused dramatically. "...you might see your ancestors for a moment."

"!!!"

Who were they to argue with such sacred instruction?

Instantly, everyone followed his example.

And the next thing anyone knew, the tent trembled with sounds that the soldiers from House Kyros could totally relate to.

Nia clutched her chest, eyes glazed. "Dang, of all people—it was actually Mom who came to mind..."

She sounded quietly possessed.

Sam didn’t blame her. He understood completely.

If enlightenment had a taste, this was probably it.

But how could enlightenment only be for them?

After all that effort to grow, how could one giant bloom not think about itself and its children?