The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 865: Blessed by the Biceps

Actually, the adults barely had ti to intensely inspect what the dubiously quiet children were doing.

Much like Princess Nina that night, surrounded by busy adults bent and working in literally every possible direction, most children were similarly granted an unusual amount of freedom simply because the grown ups were far too occupied to hover.

Those lucky enough to secure expo passes were already deep in strategic discussions about the remaining days.

Day one had been fair ga. People who didn’t know or arrived too late had simply lost out. But from day two onward, everyone understood that it would beco a battle of wills and wit.

Because if even their usually lazy asses were planning logistics, then other people were likely doing the sa thing. Probably to an even greater extent.

This ti, people knew exactly what to do.

And more importantly, where to go first.

Preparations were suddenly very serious matters, especially for families planning to attend together. Schedules had to be rearranged. Traffic patterns considered. Hovercraft parking spaces debated heatedly by those unfortunate enough not to own expensive or large enough space buttons.

To think that wasn’t even touching on the office workers.

Those casual goers who usually bought passes and attended after work for leisure were now scrambling to file sudden vacation leaves. Shockingly, once the promise of a generous "small souvenir" was floated, bosses and coworkers alike beca remarkably cooperative. Approvals that normally took weeks were processed in record ti.

Miracles truly did happen.

After all, how many offices could boast about having employees who were smart enough and fast enough to get such access?

Companies weren’t even competing about who would get inside the booth because even with just an expo pass, their employees would at least be able to get access to the free taste.

"..."

"..."

Yes. It was that bad.

Ahem.

But even when ignoring that side of things, even for those stuck at ho, the night was no less busy.

ssages flew back and forth as people desperately searched for anyone heading to the expo who could bring sothing back. Anything.

For ailing relatives. For personal use. For that one rare item soone heard might appear if luck allowed.

Price was no longer the issue.

Piggybacking was.

It was a night packed with plans, negotiations, bribes, and whispered strategies.

Which ant that a great many things went unnoticed.

Like the growing congregation of small children huddled together in quiet but intense discussion.

In an Empire that surprisingly loved to share, that habit started young. What one child learned had to be passed on. To a friend. A classmate. A neighbor.

And if sothing was guaranteed to bring great luck?

Well then, everyone absolutely had to know.

Right?

Right.

And the result of that very generous information exchange was exactly the scene Princess Kira found herself dealing with at that mont.

Without Luca, as well as the others to man the critical booths outside, it was up to a team composed of two orcs, two systems, and a few soldiers of House Kyros—who were actually there for their invite slot but were instead roped in as temporary lookouts because of the sudden ergency—to figure sothing out.

Fortunately or maybe unfortunately, the main issue was the outside, because the bulk of their custors were still out there trying to win access to the greenhouse.

Princess Kira and Ada prayed for themselves. May they hold on long enough for their other guild mbers to arrive.

To Ada’s credit, she really did train for all the booths regardless of her usual assignnt. And it was showing. She handled herself well under the pressure of the incoming swarm.

But in slight contrast to her was Princess Kira who was montarily frozen in place.

The bewildered orc stood there, tall and very green, while internally scrambling to prepare herself psychologically for whatever this was.

"???"

As the one currently greeting custors, as Luca always emphasized, she fully expected people to interact with her, but why on Solaris were the smallest toothpicks approaching her like this?

They ca in a group.

Then they organized themselves.

Then they ford a line.

Not at the booth. Not at the counter where samples were being handed out. But directly in front of her.

Their parents, who had fully expected their children to be busy playing nearby while they queued for food samples, were left watching in mounting confusion as the children abandoned them entirely.

Princess Kira blinked.

Once.

Slowly.

Before she could retreat or brace herself, the children stopped a respectful distance away. They straightened their backs with exaggerated seriousness, clearly mimicking sothing they thought was very important.

Then, in perfect unison, they spoke.

"Good day, Your Highness Princess Muscle Muscle."

"?!"

A sound escaped Princess Kira before she could stop it.

Behind the children, the waiting parents froze.

Several of them wobbled dangerously.

One mother gasped so sharply she nearly caused herself to pass out.

The parents had not expected this. Not the line. Not the title. And definitely not the way their children addressed an orc princess as if greeting an underground boss they deeply admired and mildly feared.

Just as Princess Kira and the increasingly catatonic parents were processing how strange and possibly dangerous this was, the tiny toothpicks took the next step.

In perfect synchronization, they lifted their arms.

Left bicep.

Kiss.

Right bicep.

Kiss.

"!!!"

That was it.

That was the breaking point.

Parents collectively inhaled at once, already halfway into a sprint. Apologies ford on their tongues. Explanations. Pleas. Promises to discipline. Promises to flee the planet if necessary.

But before anyone could grab a child or begin groveling for forgiveness, Princess Kira blinked again.

Then her face lit up.

A wide grin spread across her features, bright and delighted, as if she had just been greeted properly for the first ti that morning.

She straightened proudly.

"Good day to you too, tiny humans!" she bood cheerfully.

Then, without hesitation, she lifted her arms.

Left bicep.

Kiss.

Right bicep.

"What a good orcish greeting, huh!" Princess Kira declared, clearly pleased.

"???"

The parents stopped mid-panic.

The children bead.

And sowhere in the Empire, an entire generation of humans would later insist that this was the correct way to greet important people.

Then again, far from the hustle and bustle of DG’s booth, yet still close enough for certain beings, focused eyes faltered in a quiet corner as soone nearly fell over.

What?

She did what now?