The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 405: Another Incentive

Thankfully, the brothers didn’t get consud by guilt as Luca called for the kitchen staff and all those who helped in assembling the actual pizza, which included them.

However, the kitchen staff themselves weren’t sure about this because none of them felt like they did anything notable since they were just doing their jobs.

But then Luca said that no one would even be eating anything if they didn’t work on the actual food.

Also, because this was so ti-consuming, how else would they find the ti to train on top of their other duties?

The staff all looked at each other and couldn’t believe that their Young Lord even considered such a thing. But more than anything what surprised them was the praise that followed.

"You’ve all done so well," he said, a praise that was directed at everyone, which ant more as it was as if he was treating everyone’s contributions similarly.

"And our kitchen staff, like everyone, had already proven that they’re capable of making food that brings people together."

There was a montary beat as Luca thought about it. But whichever way he turned it around in his head, it really seems like the smartest way to go.

"Hmm...So, if this goes well...maybe we could consider opening a bakery."

"..."

"???"

Initially, many had no idea what it was until Luca explained that it was a place that concentrated on producing baked goods like bread, cookies, cakes, and other goodies.

"Really?!" screeched the Princess from the side.

Luca nodded, and the Orc, who already didn’t want to leave, now had another reason to dig her heels into this place.

"Oh!!!"

Then the voices finally exploded.

Cries of joy. Applause. One even had to sit down in excitent as they finally understood what opening a bakery would an for them.

Luca flailed. "It’s not confird! It’s just a maybe!"

There were many factors that they would need to consider for this, but he really hoped they’d be able to establish one soon.

But there was really no use saying that now because it was already too late. Hope had already been ignited, and there was no stopping these people’s overzealous hearts.

Still, to calm the hysteria, he raised his voice again. "But for now, if you want to improve your pizza experience, you might want to try it with chili flakes or a bit of chili oil."

The silence was instant.

Those who had only eaten half of their slice froze.

And suddenly, people were looking at their leftovers, before a few suddenly bolted towards the established area for condints.

It was like a gateway to paradise or hell, depending on whether soone still had a pizza to experint with.

But whichever way they went, it still ended up as a catalyst for productivity, as it surged like never before.

Luckily, the young heir who now had so many googly eyes looking at him rembered his exit strategy as he waved goodbye to everyone to attend to the pizza pies for the people working on the complex.

It was a good call, too.

For back at the construction site, one blonde felt like the world had abandoned him as the union forums got flooded with photos of that delicious-looking pizza.

Photos, videos, poems. All glorious and tempting.

Photos of a long queue and a group of tall, fierce n and won lined up as they looked nervously at the front, who, on the other hand, looked like they were in the process of ascension.

But just as the poor lad was about to shed a tear after looking at what could’ve been, a voice he hadn’t heard in a while called for him.

"Brother!"

Ollie, the hard-working builder, suddenly stilled, his tool hand pausing as it montarily weakened at the sound that was totally like his good brother.

"Luca?" He asked, turning to see the best brother in the world!

Sure, he was wearing one of those distortion rings, too, but that height couldn’t be mistaken!

"Brother! What are you doing here?!" asked the blonde, whose eyes trembled as he raced toward the brother he hadn’t seen for ages (not).

"Ah! I thought you and everyone else would also want to sample the pizza today. But since it’s been so long, I offered to go see you instead of Kyle. The others are also getting theirs from the temporary facility."

Ollie looked at his flustered brother and really thought that if they were looking for a saint, it would only be right to nominate his good brother, Luca.

Though maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea since they might force him to live far away!

And he wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen, especially not after tasting what could only be the path to a better life.

Pizza.

Two slices of pizza, even. Which really ward the heart of the little chanic whose hard work had been recognized.

"Thank you so much, brother!"

"No-no! I should be the one thanking you! Not only have you been working out here diligently, but you’ve even managed to help in my earlier dilemma!"

Luca’s face was reddening, but it was impossible for soone like him to ignore his strong desire to thank people for any form of help.

He’d already thanked Princess Kira and Ada, and it was really just his brother, so why did he feel like he was going to have so sort of fever?

Ahhhh!

But the internally screaming little chipmunk didn’t have the ti to spiral as his brother suddenly rembered their original problem.

"!!!"

Ollie’s eyes widened as he looked around, only to rember that everyone else had been called to the temporary facility.

"Brother, what do you an I’ve helped you???"

"Huh?"

"The books. Didn’t you send things to read so I could do research?"

Oh no.

No, no-no!

It was ant to be supervised reading for the material he wasn’t sure about! Also, he didn’t rember sending a particular material.

"Brother...what exactly did you read?"

Ollie felt like his throat was tightening, and was only consoled by the fact that his brother didn’t look traumatized.

There was no visible trauma. No signs of permanent damage.

But not all trauma could be seen with the naked eye, and so he, the likely traumatizer, must take action swiftly!

"Uhm, well, this one brother..." Luca then decided to send it to Ollie, who almost fell off the scaffolding in shock.

"I Thought He Was Just My Roommate."

He was dead.

So dead.

He was going to need sacred water. And possibly a shovel.

Because the only way out of this might be through a hole dug by his own shovel!