The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 384

Chapter 384: The Deal
They weren’t ready.

Even if they thought they were.

Because when everyone moved toward the hangar and the materials lab, they didn’t expect the shock value of that “reject shelf.”

And not metaphorical rejects—actual mecha parts, stacks of them, neatly organized and labelled like common spare bolts.

Marquise Julienne nearly blacked out.

Meanwhile, the polisher clutched Xavier’s cuff in embarrassment until the prince whispered, “You did really well with the parts. I’ve never seen such good ones, Luca.”

It was true. For in the many years that Xavier has had to watch his mechas being serviced, and after seeing the bill for the parts, nothing has come close to these.

And yet his little chipmunk was shy.

Was it because he thought it took him too long to perfect? Or was it because he had so many tries?

But no, it was because behind that display case, Luca was working on a little secret project that he was hoping none of them would see.

Because then it would be really embarrassing!

“Thanks, we were practicing with the part that used renewable materials; the others might be too expensive to practice with.” Luca’s voice was strangled as he clutched on tighter, hoping Xavier wouldn’t start looking around.

Thankfully, there was so much more to see in there, with Ollie excitedly calling everyone over to show their latest creations.

Components.

In a great stroke of absolute genius and luck, he was showing off components, and one dwarf was loving it so much that she wanted to just sleep there.

“You’ve got this much material?” asked Cece, who was close to driving herself dizzy with everything she was seeing, especially after seeing ores.

“You have these?! Where did you get these?!” Her eyes were like saucers, and her fingers practically zinged as she watched the floating Nanite ore that Luca kept contained in an energy canister to keep it from reacting.

“About that…I was actually hoping you could help us, Auntie Cece.” Luca moved from behind Xavier because he almost forgot about this important bit.

See, if the Mylor couple really do agree to sell them the materials, all they would be lacking would be the Obsidium, Voidsteel, and Oblivium—all of which they could actually mine from the dungeon.

They just need someone who’s better at spelunking than they were because Sid and D-29 didn’t want them returning there without an expert.

So, the obedient boy asked after the excited dwarf moved forward as if receiving an award.

“What is it? Tell Auntie! I will do it!”

“It’s the dungeon caves. We actually need three more materials to complete the ones needed to make the aquaponics complex, and they’re supposed to be somewhere in the dungeon.”

“But the last time we went mining by ourselves, there was a little trouble, so we were hoping for an expert’s help.”

As if it were not a done deal from the moment the young lad mentioned the word “mining”, Luca still looked at the shorter dwarf with the same eagerness and devotion as he would look at eggs on clearance sale.

“Ehem…So, you want Auntie to mine?”

Nod.

“You want Auntie to bring back the rarest metals in the Empire?”

A very eager nod.

Cece smacked her chest with one hand. “Say no more.”

It was a done deal.

But Luca said she’d have to first look at the information they have about the material, because the last time they didn’t, they were sorely surprised to encounter the ruthlessness of the Nanite ore.

Ollie turned pale from remembering, but they promised not to mention what happened, so the blonde had been trying to be one with the wall of materials whenever someone attempted to make eye contact.

But the hiding didn’t last for too long, as the blonde’s father realized that this was already their version of staying within the realm of possibilities but existing within a totally different category.

“If we’re going to do this, we should probably start with your most rudimentary ones.”

Honestly, he didn’t say “normal” because there was nothing normal about this. Not when even his wife still hadn’t picked her jaw off the floor.

He knew money. But she knew materials. And right now, the woman looked like she was reconsidering life or moving in with the dwarf to stay in this place that looked like heaven to them.

Thankfully, they could visit, and as often as they want, too.

“…And then maybe one or two standout items that’d make everyone think of this as an anonymous master’s work, or someone would start looking for factories.”

“If there are any S-grade materials you don’t want or need, that would be easier to defend. It would draw attention but not suspicion.”

“They won’t ask for the mechanic?” asked Gisella, who felt like she had been gone too long that she’d need a refresher on how to live her life as a modern human.

“Most won’t ask,” replied the Marquise, voice flat. “The smart ones know not to offend a mecha master. You want a good mecha? You don’t threaten the person who builds it.”

Not to mention how many of them are so set in their ways that sometimes it’s like talking to the wall. And yet you’ve got these two munchkins who are playing around while trying their best and producing these.

And guess what, one of them was even hers.

“Mom! Pop! So, it’s settled then, right?!” Ollie rushed to them, practically tackling his father like a small bear.

“Right?!”

“Oliver! We are in a meeting! You do not tackle people during negotiations! Since when was that professional?”

“Since I was born from the very blood and flesh of the prospective vendor!” dramatically announced the blonde who was batting his eyes.

“So, what is it, Pop! You have to say it! Because until you don’t, you can still take it back!” he shook him, or attempted to.

“…”

The people around Marquis Mylor stared at him, and frankly, with all these eyes, it was impossible not to be pressured. But he knew better; he’s likely always thought it would end up like this anyway, from the very moment his son ran to the confessional.

“Fine, we’ll sign.”

Finally, the patriarch sighed and signed his company away to these kids who were trying to save the universe or just trying to eat good food.

Or both.

And the background exploded.

Cheers. Whistles. A few people and a certain entity actually started clapping, or well, virtually clapping.

But then, while everyone was rejoicing, Marquis Osmond asked an important question.

“In the light of this, when would you want us to do the auction? Before or after the expo?”

“???”

“Huh?”

Now, everyone was looking at him like he’d grown another head, and this was concerning.

Very concerning, for the businessman felt like something was very wrong.

“The Guild Expo? The one happening in about three months to start the next selection process for the Astral Cup?”

“…”

“Seriously?!”

No shit.

But it was really oh shit because these people have been in seclusion for so long they’ve totally forgotten what this expo was all about.

“Pop? What’s The Guild Expo…?” Ollie had been trying to think of this thing called guild expo and felt like he should know this!

But the Marquis could only rub his temples as he said, “You call it, The Annual Pissing Contest…”

Clearly, he had parenting problems that resulted in this. But only then did the shorter blonde’s eyes widen.

“Oh…”

“…”

“OH SHIT!!!”