The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]
Chapter 435: Unusual Delivery

Chapter 435: Unusual Delivery

There were certainly many ways to respond to trauma, and it wouldn’t be polite to assume everyone would react the same way.

That said, it was highly unlikely that the average victim would label the source of their emotional damage as "cute."

Just ask the students who left piloting class with trembling knees and fresh psychological scars.

They were certainly not amused.

Most of them responded similarly: stunned silence, wide eyes, crushed pride, and the distant echo of mechanical trauma.

And that—exactly that—was the kind of reaction she had been dying to see after all the effort she’d exerted for this.

Just as expected! The intel was really accurate!

She grinned as she replayed the recording for the fifth time.

Technically, she shouldn’t have something like this.

But she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied unless she saw his reaction for herself. So she sweetly asked for a favor from one of those guys who usually flocked around her.

It wasn’t difficult.

After all, the items she was sending over weren’t illegal, nor would they raise any suspicion when sent to a student from the mecha manufacturing division.

Totally normal. Just a few helpful things for a fellow mechanic. Nothing suspicious.

In fact, most of these items were something anyone would covet.

So she told the guy to deliver the box, which had already passed a thorough inspection at the campus mailroom, to a certain mechanic living in the same dorm.

His hesitation and uncertainty were apparent when she asked him. And only after she said that it was allegedly a gift from one of her shy friends did the student agree.

He eventually caved, but not after peeking at the contents to be sure. No one would want to be dismissed from school for anything untoward.

And it was harmless, really—just casings, and materials, a lot of them, and a small card that simply said:

"To O,"

"You deserve it."

So he did as was told, and once his classes ended for the day, amidst all the chaos brewing in the hearts of excited and terrorized students, one cannon fodder unknowingly set off the strangest chain of events.

All because he delivered a box and took a short video as requested.

For he captured the oddest reaction to a harmless gift.

He’d only been given the room number and a description of someone who had blonde hair, so he was surprised when the door swung open.

It’s one of those guys! Ollie Mylor!

The Ollie Mylor. The only one who passed the licensure exam as an aspiring freshman mechanic.

No wonder the sender couldn’t just deliver this by themself.

If even he was nervous, then what more for that shy friend who’d have come up with a way to confess?!

If the rumors were even half true, then this wasn’t a "simple delivery"—this was an event. A moment. A declaration.

"Hello?" blinked the shorter person before him.

Wow.

He’s never seen him this close, but it seemed like this one was glowing with some sort of ethereal light.

"Uhm, hello? Did you need something?" Asked the blonde, whose eyebrows were now furrowed.

"Oh! Right! Hi! Sorry, I got distracted," the poor guy stammered, thrusting the box forward. "I was asked to deliver this gift to you."

"A gift? From who?"

"Sorry, I don’t think it’s my position to reveal the identity of the sender," the delivery guy said sheepishly, scratching his head. "But it’s from a shy classmate."

The shorter guy squinted at him.

Not suspiciously. No. He squinted like a detective evaluating a suspect under harsh interrogation lighting.

"Hmmm."

Ollie assessed the guy before him; his mother had always taught them how to spot liars, but the one before him right now didn’t seem like he was lying.

"Thanks, but do you mind if I open it here?"

The mechanic thought about how he didn’t want to bring this into his room, and if it was anything bad, then the person before him would have opted to run away, right?

"Sure, the mailroom inspected it, too."

Ollie nodded, but just used a detector for explosives to be safe.

Meanwhile, the delivery boy had been watching and recording this intently with his terminal, thinking about how careful the elite were and how it seemed justifiable.

Then, when it passed the scan, as he expected, he was treated to Ollie’s expression of shock and...fear?

Wait...did he see that right? Was that fear?

"Uhm, is everything okay?" He couldn’t help but ask. He didn’t want to offend someone like Ollie Mylor, after all.

Not after what his guild leader did earlier today.

But the guy before him took a beat to answer, his face looking all pale and a bit too frozen.

Then, mechanically, like a man clinging to social customs to mask inner breakdown, he said: "I’m alright. Thank you." So the guy couldn’t really press on for more and just decided to leave quietly, then sent the bizarre clip he captured.

By nightfall, Lyka had replayed it at least seventeen times, each time zooming in on Ollie’s stunned face and whispering, "Bingo."

That ought to scare this one! Maybe he’d even run back home!

Meanwhile, in a small dormitory that had barely seen its tenant in the last month, there was a particular mechanic whose hands were trembling.

He stared at the box like it was a cursed artifact from an ancient tomb.

Seriously, what was this?!

Not only did he receive such a gift, but the card with that scent as well?!

He looked down at the big box that lay before him and had to take a seat.

There were explosive casings that were ready for use, and several materials that he would’ve seriously appreciated before being exposed to so many high-grade ones by his brother.

But even then, these were materials.

Genuine ones, even.

His eyes were wide, but then ended up even wider when his terminal beeped.

[Transfer Received: 10,000,000 Starcoins.]

"WHAT?!" He yelped, almost falling back in surprise.

10 million Starcoins?! But from who???

But there was no note. No sender ID. Just the money and a growing sense of doom.

His hands shook as he accessed his terminal to contact Kyle, who had instructed him to call if anything happened.

It didn’t have to ring for a second time; the video feed just connected almost instantly.

"Ollie? What’s wrong? You look pale," Kyle said, eyes narrowing with immediate concern. He hadn’t expected the call to come this soon, but considering the heads-up he got earlier, he should’ve.

He actually wanted to keep the mop with him, as usual.

But they all agreed it would be suspicious if people never saw Ollie coming in or going out of his dorm room while they were attending regular classes for the week.

Still, maybe he should’ve just forced it because Ollie didn’t look so good right now.

And for someone like him to be this speechless, something big must have happened.

"Ollie, what’s wrong? Do you want me to come over?" He repeated, worry evident in his voice.

"K-Kyle..." Ollie finally croaked.

"What is it? Tell me."

"Kyle, what do I do?"

There was a pause.

Then a sudden wail:

"I think someone’s trying to pursue me!"

"..."

"..."

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, the normally composed adjutant twitched.

And almost slipped.

Because of all the scenarios he’d conjured in his head, he didn’t imagine this kind of emergency.

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