The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1013

Chapter 1013: Uncanny Lecture

Well, it couldn’t be helped.

They had, quite unfortunately, swallowed a very bitter pill.

Because for the self-aware noble ladies, it truly sucked to be able to deduce things just a little too quickly.

If they had only been a bit more naive, then perhaps they could’ve delayed the inevitable truth.

Because clearly, it wasn’t Young Lord Aziel who needed to hear the advice.

It was them.

They were the ones who needed to exude an aura that was just as pleasant.

After a thorough and rather speedy internal evaluation, the conclusion had been immediate and painfully clear.

It was like a group of beasts surrounding small woodland critters.

"..."

"..."

And they had the gall to wonder why they didn’t have partners that wanted to protect them instead of spar with them?

The ladies exchanged glances.

Then sighed.

Then looked at Aziel again.

"Well," one of them began gently, "of course they have appeal. Even you do, Young Lord."

Aziel’s expression sharpened at that.

"Honestly speaking, you are all...cute."

From the side, as if the ladies were mind readers, Ollie bristled at the mention of the word he’d been thinking about.

But before he could really say anything, the lady continued.

"My lord, appeal can be very subjective," she added, her tone soft but firm. "There are many more factors involved, but those are things that Young Lord Aziel should only hear or concern himself with when he’s a bit older."

The blonde froze as he heard words related to more factors.

Meanwhile, Aziel reacted exactly as expected.

"What do you mean, older?!" he protested, clearly annoyed. "I’m already old enough to understand!"

The ladies didn’t waver.

Their expressions softened, but their stance remained firm.

"In a few years, Young Lord," one of them said with a small, reassuring smile, "you may come to us again, and we will definitely tell you everything we know."

"For now," another added, nodding along with the others, "you should focus on growing well."

"Because it would be much harder to learn allure and the art of seduction if the base canvas is no good."

They meant it kindly.

They truly did.

They even nodded at one another, as if confirming that this was sound advice.

But before Aziel could push further—

"Excuse me, my lady."

Luca raised his hand.

The interruption was polite, almost hesitant, and yet it drew everyone’s attention.

"This seduction and allure...what exactly do you mean by them?"

Looking at the face of DG’s leader, it was definitely an innocent question.

A very sincere one.

But precisely because of how he looked at them, such a gaze made it even harder to answer.

The ladies stilled, but eventually their eyes shifted slowly toward Aziel.

The meaning was obvious.

They couldn’t possibly explain something like that in front of a teen.

Luca followed their gaze.

"Oh."

Understanding dawned quickly.

"I’m sorry," he said at once, turning toward Aziel with a small but respectful bow.

Then out of nowhere, a faint ripple of spiritual energy spread outward to form a barrier.

It settled around Aziel in an instant, isolating him just enough that their voices would no longer reach him.

"...!"

Because...why?

Why would they need to learn about allure and seduction when they already seemed to have it?

Very interested. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

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