The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Humble Application

Well, ideally, the pilots shouldn’t concern themselves with Luca finishing on schedule.

Because the chipmunk on the streets, dictator in the bay, was a stickler for deadlines.

However, just because he was, doesn’t necessarily mean that the Mecha Registration Department was, too.

After all, someone like Luca was now required to register his creations.

See, about a week after the selection exam, Luca had gone to change his status from a moonlighting mechanic to an official (and licensed) mercenary mechanic.

When he submitted his application, Instructor Moore actually cheered him on. But he was just one of the many instructors.

And not everyone had the same opinion when it came to the unbelievable prodigy.

They, of course, couldn’t deny his skills when it came to piloting, not after Instructor Falco gave up and showed them the footage of the exams as well as their classes.

The poor instructor was about to end up bald because of the doubts, and wanted to end those odd speculations.

And he did.

Up until Luca came to school with another gremlin (emotional support) to apply for another mercenary license. Only this time, he was going to take the mechanic exam.

The mechanic exam.

Under the prestigious Mecha Manufacturing Division.

One of the prides and joys of the Royal Military Academy.

And here was a student who had never taken a class but was claiming he’d take the exam.

They attempted to reject him.

However, Instructor Moore then stated that no rule prohibited him from doing so. Therefore, how would they enforce such a thing?

"Huh?"

Obviously, that had to be the biggest bull—

Crap. There really was none.

And in trying to make themselves feel better, the others said that it’s not like he’d be the first to have two licenses.

That’s true. He wouldn’t have been the first.

Other geniuses had accomplished this before as well.

But that wasn’t the issue.

The issue was how Luca Soren Kyros hadn’t taken a single unit under the Mecha Manufacturing Division.

Those geniuses who ended up with such distinguished accolades had double majors because they literally went for two courses. Taking one after the other.

But Luca wasn’t even taking them together; he wasn’t even going to class. For both courses?!

Sure, he, like his guild members, remained enrolled in their respective divisions, but only the Belgrave boy actually attended class!

And yet every time they returned, they’d get the top scores and then vanish once again like ghosts.

Or maybe vengeful spirits?! Because who comes to school just to disrupt the peace in the academy?

Today, it was Luca and his blonde spokesman, Ollie, who were sitting peacefully outside the level advisor’s office like well-behaved kids.

Meanwhile, said advisor was trying to talk to as many instructors to determine the best course of action.

Honestly, the First Year Advisor was losing her mind.

It was great having geniuses in her batch—really. Wonderful. Incredible.

But did they have to shorten her lifespan in the process?

"I suggest we allow him to take the exam," she said carefully.

"That’s sacrilege!"

Advisor Tori Arlow already saw where this was going. She rubbed her temples and finally spoke up, voice laced with strained patience.

"If you’re so sure he won’t pass, then what’s the harm in letting him try? Those who don’t deserve it won’t make it anyway, right?"

Silence.

A dangerous kind.

Instructor Moore cleared his throat and used the opportunity to step forward. "I was the one who advised him to take the exam."

Gasps. Literal gasps.

"What?! Why would you do that?!"

"Have you lost your mind, Moore?!"

"Have you no respect for our craft?!"

Moore didn’t flinch. "Sir, with all due respect, I’m doing this because I respect our craft. And I believe that boy has what it takes to prove it to all of you."

All eyes turned to another.

"Instructor Falco. You’re his direct supervisor, aren’t you? What’s your opinion?"

Falco looked dead inside.

"Yes, Sir. And like Instructor Moore..." he sighed. "Except unlike Instructor Moore, I don’t even have the strength to disagree."

The other instructors blinked.

"With that bunch," Falco added, "the only way to survive is to have no expectations. It’s the only way to appreciate their... uniqueness."

He did not elaborate.

Mostly because he was still recovering from explaining to the sophomore instructors why a chunk of their most promising second-years had failed the usually easy examination.

The group tried to debate about it. But because there was no point in really gate-keeping the exam, they settled on a compromise.

While they’d allow him to take it, he’d have to either take supplementary classes to catch up or prove that he did not, in fact, need the lessons.

Moore felt conflicted about that condition.

While he was sure about Luca’s ability to pass the usual mercenary exam, he wasn’t sure about the specialized task they wanted him to do.

And although they offered to allow him to take supplementary lessons instead, the current teachers were sure that it’d be difficult with how in demand he really was.

Were those geezers trying to force him to make a choice?

And more importantly, would Luca be able to make mecha parts? While he’d be allowed to buy materials from the lab because this was such a last-minute thing, Moore wasn’t sure if Luca had ever learned at least that much.

But maybe if the instructor knew about the real state of things, then he wouldn’t be as conflicted as Advisor Arlow, who thought she had to be the bearer of good and bad news.

Luca and Ollie finally met her after waiting for a while.

Why did they look so calm?

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