The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Enablers and Heirs

But of course, she was right.

Because the Duchess was speaking from experience.

To begin with, would the manor have ended up looking like this if she were still capable of catching up with her son?

Had it still been possible, then she would’ve only had to deal with her husband’s insanity. But what do you do when your child is so great he’s managed to turn everyone around him into loyalists?

In the end, it was like living in a manor full of enablers.

Previously, the same people would have questioned the appropriateness of installing Luca-related designs and decorations.

They would normally have discouraged the Duke from filling all the empty spaces with things related to his son.

But now?

Now they would even add their own. Or they would encourage the Duke to immortalize Luca’s new achievements and contributions.

And at the rate they were going, they’d have to build a new manor just to accommodate everything.

And yet, maybe she was part of the problem.

Because even as she’d gotten more comfortable as a mother, she also couldn’t ignore the need to keep reminding Luca that he had a family who wholeheartedly loved and supported him.

Haaa...

But if she were being honest, it wasn’t their thoughtful son who needed the tangible reminder. It was really for them, the parents, that whatever happened, and however far their son went, they would always be a family.

And this wasn’t empty talk. They owed their son and themselves that much.

They weren’t going to slack off. While they likely wouldn’t ever catch up to him, they’d follow as far as possible, so he’d always know that if he fell or tumbled, they’d be there to catch him.

So that’s what they were doing right now.

Impressively, even Leander understood that his precious son hadn’t returned as a baby and had been trying to keep himself from doing everything for him.

Duchess Amelia thought he’d surely made some sacrifices while trying to rein in his natural tendencies.

However, clearly he needed to separate her husband and this King, because their ideas about marriage and family life were contagious and would likely spark rebellion from the poor children. Not that there was any hope for her husband when it came to this aspect.

That was why, when Leander said that sixty was a good age to think about marriage, considering their lifespans, the concerned Duchess decided to step in and metaphorically shut their traps.

Thankfully, shutting them up wasn’t too difficult.

Not when there was food.

Mind-blowing. Spirit-renewing. The kind of food that made even the proudest Orc King pause mid-rant.

It also marked something special.

Their first harvest from the outdoor facility.

And to commemorate it—and to fulfill his earlier promise to celebrate the cadets’ success in passing their exams—Luca went all out.

He purchased ten pigs from the Trove.

And because this was Luca’s way to thank everyone, he didn’t stop there. He even requested Elder Pao Xi to teach them how to butcher and prepare the meat properly.

Because today, he planned to serve roasted pigs, just as promised.

He was also going to attempt to prepare pig’s blood stew and just prayed that the people of this era would take to it.

Then again...

For people who had already shown themselves willing to eat rinds and peels, what was not to like?

Especially when the smell alone was enough to make the entire dining hall fall silent in tense, mouthwatering anticipation.

One particular butler could feel every pair of eyes on him as he entered with the servants.

The scent of roasted pork clung to the air like a spell. The clatter of platters and serving spoons sounded deafening. They actually had several dishes tonight, but the size of these new serving trays alone commanded everyone’s undivided attention.

Butler Gary swallowed, his gloved hands just the slightest bit clammy.

At first, he’d thought they’d have to resort to a battle royale for the food again.

But Luca—ever thoughtful—had insisted they serve it in a way that would allow the guests to appreciate the kitchen staff’s hard work while still ensuring everyone got their fair share.

A controlled buffet.

At least no one would flip a table over this time. Hopefully.

Still...Butler Gary was nervous.

They had important guests tonight, and he wasn’t particularly keen on starting a war because he didn’t cut the meat correctly.

And he’d only just perfected his carving skills a few hours ago, slicing up the earlier roasted porks packed into lunchboxes for the staff on duty.

Now?

He had to do it under the eyes of hundreds of hungry people who looked seconds away from fainting from sheer anticipation.

No pressure.

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