The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 765

Chapter 765: Panic at the Allocation Office

A far-end corner booth leading outside.

As in outside-outside, not one of those booths that would lead to bigger adjacent rooms that would have at least offered extra space.

And as if fate wanted to doom them all, it was one of those booths where you get a diagonal landing for an entrance. Not only would it effectively reduce the opening allowed, but it would also limit the possible designs for the entrance.

That was what DG had been assigned after literally everyone, including the other vendors, got their own picks.

This year, there would be over two hundred fifty booths. While not all attending guilds were participating in the Astral Cup selection, this period was still the most anticipated time of the year for trade guilds and concessionaires. Every booth space was a battleground. Every square meter was a potential gold mine.

So as expected, the competition was brutal.

And of course, priority was given to guilds that secured the top spots in the ending Astral Cup.

Which meant guilds like the Silver Serpent, along with the guilds supported by the Dukes, practically waltzed their way into choosing the best locations. The ones near the entrance. The ones near the stage. The ones right along the foot traffic rivers that guaranteed massive exposure.

Naturally, they took the biggest spaces. The prime real estate.

Because who would willingly choose the disadvantaged spots?

Certainly not them.

Everything was going exactly as the organizers expected. That part was fine. Perfectly fine.

What was not fine was the thing they had been ignoring for days.

They had not heard back from DG at all.

Not a peep. Not a single confirmation. Not even a confused emoji.

They sent a sudden notice for the booth draw, and then just shrugged and let it be.

After all, there were only nine student members. Maybe the kids did not care about booth placement. Perhaps they were humble. Or maybe they were the quiet type who didn’t fuss over these details.

With the facade of their guild base, the others simply assumed they were like that. Also, with nine members, where only five of them were mecha pilots, surely they wouldn’t be going for the Astral Cup?

Then again, if everyone else was being honest, they chalked it up to DG already being wildly popular.

They were so popular that even if more people wanted to enter their establishment, it would be impossible to accommodate them. So what were they even supposed to promote? And was there truly any need for promotion when even they could not secure memberships because the daycare was already packed to the brim?

In the end, the organizers attributed their lack of communication to them simply not caring.

They didn’t push for communication.

They didn’t follow up.

Nor did they even send a second reminder.

Which, in hindsight, was the first mistake in a growing pile of mistakes.

Because while they assumed DG was simply too laid-back to respond, the truth was now flooding across Star Net like a spiritual tsunami.

Those cadets were fighting in a Mature Contaminated Zone, where they probably weren’t allowed outside contact.

Yes, fighting.

Oh, and they were fighting in a catastrophe-level battle at that.

With every hour passing, more clips poured out. More shaky footage. More eyewitness accounts of the nine cadets being terrifyingly competent. More forum threads filled with shock and awe.

And the organizers watched all of it in dawning horror.

They wouldn’t even be able to claim mild inconvenience when everyone could see exactly what that inconvenience looked like.

It was becoming more and more obvious that none of the nine could possibly have taken a moment to attend a mere booth draw.

And that was why the organizers were in despair.

Because how would the public react when they realized that the guild that fought beside the Marshal now had a booth that required everyone to trek to the farthest, coldest, least glamorous end of the building?

Of course, Adrian was losing his mind.

He had warned them.

He had warned the entire board.

He had said, very clearly, that perhaps they should send a second notice. Or a reminder. Or literally any form of communication to the newest guild in years, a guild that probably did not know all the new expo rules and placements yet.

But the old committee members simply scoffed. They said there was no need to waste time. As if Adrian didn’t know that they were just out there protecting the interests of their favorite guilds.

And now here they were.

Forced to stare at endless posts praising the DG cadets. Posts of shocked officers describing their battles. Posts of soldiers recounting events because they couldn’t accept the sensationalized headlines they saw upon returning.

More than that, they were now forced to face the newest wave of forum posts.

People asking supposedly simple questions.

"Where was DG’s booth going to be?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Where should they go?"

The organizers stared at the booth map.

At the very end.

Far corner.

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