The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556: Technically

It was an honorable realization.

One that must be shared by everyone who thought they’d seen much of the world.

And while some were naturally harder to convince, others had simply surrendered to the impossible.

Like one particular deputy officer who was now making a very hasty run for it.

CLANK.

CLANK.

CLANK.

The distinct sound of military boots hammering against steel floors echoed behind him.

"Lock the testing chamber." That had been the order. Eden, meanwhile, had been told to take over the monitoring for the facility, especially during the scanning of this so-called anomaly.

To be fair, it hadn’t started like this.

It had been as normal as it could get before they all left the auditorium close to midnight. And despite "normal" being something else entirely—especially for those mildly traumatized and severely awakened by existential awe—they still didn’t quite grasp what the cadet meant.

Not until Marshal Julian gave his nod to proceed with the demonstration tomorrow, right under the heavy, unblinking gaze of one imperial prince whose silent pressure probably counted as a war crime.

Of course, this decision came with basic expectations. Like confirming whether the mecha actually worked.

Normally, a proper mecha test involved multiple checkpoints at every major system. But that idea had long gone out the window, swept away by the sheer speed of the mechanic’s build. By the time someone remembered anything about a test, the mecha was already standing.

And it didn’t just stand. It powered up, walked, and gleamed like some kind of star-forged champion.

Which, technically, should’ve been more than enough to earn that cadet a license, ten commendations, and perhaps a statue.

But no. Luca Soren Kyros wanted Day 2 to proceed as scheduled.

Except now, the venue was no longer an auditorium.

It was a mecha combat arena.

Hence, the three of them had no choice but to do a safety inspection after returning to the military headquarters.

After all, they couldn’t exactly let the Marshal of the Empire strap himself into an untested machine, no matter how impressive it looked. Thankfully, it was easier to justify because they had watched the entire process live, and after they’d agreed to do the demonstration, the mecha hadn’t left Julian’s space button. But despite all this, all precautions must be taken to ensure the safety of the empire.

And the moment they summoned it, Curtis had to pause.

Because that mecha was... breathtaking.

When it emerged, the mecha stood like a silent sentinel cloaked in that black armor that gleamed here and there.

To be completely honest, Curtis thought of it as an elegant yet imposing beauty. Like this, one would think that the cadet had thought about giving it to the Marshal long before today.

He blinked.

Wait. Didn’t he ask about the Marshal’s favorite color just that morning?

Was this a coincidence? Or was the boy just that good at improvising?

"Well, he’s got taste," Curtis muttered, unaware that he had just complimented Sid and D-29, who had worked themselves into a frenzy to prevent golden biceps.

But beauty alone didn’t make a machine battle-ready.

"Marshal, do you want me to run a safety test before you strap in?"

"No need."

The marshal answered without even turning his head. Frankly, after the way Xavier had looked at him earlier, climbing into a potentially sabotaged mecha seemed like the lesser risk.

Curtis gulped.

Still, Julian entered the cockpit with practiced ease. Only to blink in surprise.

This... wasn’t standard. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

In fact, it felt a bit too comfortable. The controls, the seat, even the HUD—there was a level of detail here that suggested the designer had personal grievances. It was customized. Intentionally. Maybe that was the benefit of being a mechanic who could pilot?

Julian exhaled and shook his head. He wasn’t here for aesthetics or comfort.

He was here to see if the machine worked.

And oh, it worked.

Worked well.

A little too well, in fact.

The moment the mecha responded to his first command, Julian realized they might be in trouble.

He turned toward Curtis and Eden.

"Lock this place down."

Because something told him they were about to see something far beyond ordinary security clearance.

As someone who had been piloting mechas since before puberty, Marshal Julian knew better than most how a mecha should feel.

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