The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 751

Chapter 751: The Tears, The Table, and The Truth

Ollie’s hand shot up.

"I-I have a question," he stammered, visibly sweating. "Is this the part where everyone just drops dead from shock?"

Surprisingly, Princess Kira shook her head solemnly.

"No, Ollie. This is the part where the Orcish King picks up the nearest banquet table and THROWS it."

D-29 shrieked, its prompts weirdly a mix of poppers and giant Xs.

"YES. YES. FINALLY."

Ollie gulped.

Luca’s eyes trembled in distress. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Ada sighed long and deep. "Here we go."

Kira leaned forward, eyes gleaming with chaos.

"Apparently, the bride couldn’t tell them. But that didn’t mean nothing had been done because the bride ended up showing them instead."

"!"

A hush fell over the small group as Kira continued. The story unfolded like an ancient drama that had been passed down through traumatized generations.

Inside the wedding hall, the bride’s eyes widened with sudden clarity. She stared straight at the crying intruder, who seemed lost in her own dramatic meltdown.

But then something changed.

The intruder’s face twisted, just slightly, as if fighting a smile. A smirk flickered over trembling lips.

The bride froze.

The crowd remained confused. After all, the Elven Crown Prince had been seated calmly at the head table for the entire reception. How could the intruder make such a claim when the prince was quite literally right there?

But the moment stretched. It felt like forever.

The bride pressed a hand against her chest. Her new husband looked down at her, confused and surprisingly worried, as if he sensed something was wrong.

Then, in one sudden motion, the bride shed a single tear.

She turned. Slowly. Deliberately. Her gaze locked onto the head table where the prince sat among the important guests.

And with no warning at all, she raised her hand and fired a spiritual attack straight at the Elven Prince.

The entire hall recoiled.

They had been too distracted by the screaming intruder. No guard reacted in time.

Spiritual light cracked through the air.

A wave of panic followed.

Screams rose from every direction.

Then a louder scream cut through the chaos when the Elven Prince’s body jerked, shuddered, and collapsed.

A hollow sound echoed.

Wood.

Dry, splintering wood.

The prince’s body had turned into a wooden puppet.

The bride collapsed to her knees and wept.

Gasps erupted like a volcano.

Someone fell.

Then someone else fell on top of that person.

Kira paused her story only to enjoy the horrified expressions of her audience.

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