The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 754

Chapter 754: The Shadiest Deal

With what was probably the shadiest deal since the Federation’s founding, the Elven King demanded that the newly freed princess return and hand over the Crown Prince unharmed. Only then would she receive the antidote to the special poison they had given her upon her release.

Tsk.

The ex-princess did not like that one bit, but she figured this way she would be able to fix everything. In fact, she was rather confident that she would be able to get back everything that should have been hers in the first place.

So she embarked on a personal quest to give back as much as she had received.

Then again, was she not the closest person to the prince? Was she not the most perfect candidate for mimicking him?

She chuckled, a sly grin forming as she decided where she would start.

But contrary to what she expected to be an easy infiltration, the determined criminal found it difficult to get inside the rumored stronghold where her cousin was staying.

And the main issue? Scent.

Those blasted orcs had such insane noses that it had been impossible to pass off even as a random server.

Even if she managed to polymorph perfectly, mimicking their appearance, attire, gait, and usual movements, none of it worked in the face of that stinking smell.

Even those orcs who slept on duty would wake up the moment they caught an unfamiliar scent, which forced her to suddenly change into something as stupid and vulnerable as a fly just to escape.

In the end, she was forced to stick to polymorphing as such because nothing else was working, and she was close to running out of time.

But why was she so opposed to polymorphing into an insect or a bug? That was because she would not be able to carry the prince out if she appeared as one. Moreover, there was this insane rumor floating around that even insects were not allowed near where Silarion was.

So how could she risk being killed for that cousin of hers?

Therefore, the annoyed princess decided to take it as slowly as possible. She prepared a safe house where she rested, documented, and prepared for every infiltration.

In the end, she even returned to the Elven King to barter for time by giving information and telling him about her most recent discoveries.

First, she told him about the significance of scent. At first, it did not seem important to him, but he became interested and granted her time when she said it would be critical for Prince Silarion.

Because, unless they wanted the orcs to be able to consistently find him, then they had better think of a way to take out that mating scent that Silarion now carried.

Second, and probably the more important reason for her return, was her demand for assistance because she had learned that the Orcish Prince would be leaving the stronghold to deal with the fighting on one of the borders himself.

As expected, the Elven King reacted to that and promised to intensify the battle so they could buy more time for the infiltration.

Then one day, after witnessing a tearful and cringey goodbye from that doomed couple, the princess-turned-fly saw the perfect opportunity to nab her target.

It happened in the dead of night. The halls were quiet, the torches dim, and the air so still that every footstep felt too loud.

The princess slipped into the chamber quietly, her movements precise and practiced now. After being forced to infiltrate to fix her life, how could she not have gotten any better?

Then again, the decrease in the number of guards also probably played a role in how she finally reached her destination.

They probably thought they were being clever, pretending that Silarion would leave with the Orc Prince. But did they really think no one would notice their real plans?

Laughable.

Sure enough, before her, lying peacefully on the bed, was Prince Silarion. His features were soft in sleep, his hair spread across the pillow, and his breathing steady after days of tension.

He looked so calm. So unbothered. So annoyingly serene.

She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing with amusement. She could have captured him just like this, asleep and defenseless, but that felt far too anticlimactic. After everything he had put her through, how could she leave without seeing his face when he realized she had won?

So the princess chose the more satisfying road.

"Long time, no see, dear cousin," she said, voice low and laced with false sweetness. "I do not suppose you missed me?"

Silarion’s eyes snapped open at once.

He pushed himself upright in one smooth motion. Even fresh from sleep and still tangled in sheets, he immediately shifted into the composed posture of the Elven Prince. Tall, elegant, alert.

The princess scanned him up and down with a slow, mocking smile.

"So he swings that way, huh?" she said lightly.

Silarion did not honor her with any answer. He simply said, "Get out of here. Do not force me to use violence against you."

The princess clicked her tongue. "Tsk. Tsk. It hasn’t even been long enough since you’ve been with the orcs, and look at you? My usually nice and demure cousin has already turned into such a brute?"

She shrugged and added, "But it is good that you told me. It will make everything much easier."

Silarion’s brows furrowed. His stance shifted as he prepared to fight.

He never got the chance.

"Op. Op!" The princess said as she lifted a hand. "You might not want to do something like that, you know? Unless you are fine with your favorite elf ending up as minced meat."

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