The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1011

Chapter 1011: A Matter of Appeal

Laughable.

For when the two bumbling brothers decided to walk around, claiming that "they won’t take long," they ended up having such an encounter.

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It was already way past curfew, and the teen should’ve long been sent back to bed.

Of course, such a feat didn’t come without consequences.

One that he was currently pressed against while carefully concealing his presence and doing his best not to move an inch.

And yet, despite the indignity of his situation, it was precisely because of this hiding spot that he’d been able to overhear what he believed were important pieces of information.

"Oh, I’m telling you, it’s getting worse," one of them sighed, her tone filled with genuine distress.

"And what does that leave us with?" a third added, clearly exasperated. "Fewer and fewer prospects."

"I had such high hopes this year too..."

Their voices overlapped in a flurry of shared frustration as they neared the women’s lounge situated close to the men’s, the very place Aziel had chosen as his hiding spot.

Silence followed.

Unfortunately, that also meant he couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation.

And just like that, the same group of ladies stepped out again, their earlier frustration now replaced with a giddy sort of excitement.

"I did," another answered quickly. "I was really torn about liking the situation, but the way the Young Lord looked—!"

"And gosh! Lord Luca," a third added, fanning herself lightly. "He was so domineering. The way he looked at his partner..."

"That kind of attention..." one of them sighed dreamily. "Where are we even supposed to find something like that?"

"Truly, where else are we going to find men like that for our dream romance?"

"At this point, I just hope the Imperial Crown Prince turns out like them and stays single. At least then we’d still have someone."

"Right?" another agreed immediately. "Because if not...are we really supposed to start looking outside the Empire?"

Aziel frowned.

That was the only conclusion he could arrive at.

Him.

And yet they had the audacity to include people like Kyle Nox. Or Jackson Taylor.

But not for long.

It was only a matter of time before he reached that level.

An affront.

And so, after taking a moment to compose himself and step out from behind the decorative vase with as much dignity as he could gather, Aziel cleared his throat.

He appeared with what he believed was a composed and dignified air. His posture was straight, his chin slightly raised, and his hands folded neatly behind his back as he approached the group of young ladies.

Mature. Collected. Impressive.

The ladies paused mid-step.

Aziel took that as encouragement.

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