The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1018

Chapter 1018: Necessary Measures

The Imperial Palace looked magical.

Between the ethereal glow of the floating lanterns and the shimmering moonlight reflecting off the walkways, the ambiance was romantic enough to take one’s breath away. It was the kind of setting where one would expect a soft confession or a quiet, intimate stroll.

Instead, the silence was shattered by indignant complaints and a whole lot of frantic flailing.

Ollie Mylor feared for his already-shaven-off life. He had absolutely no idea what was going on as his boyfriend strode forward with alarming confidence toward the grand hall.

"K-Kyle, wait! Where are we going?" the trembling barnacle asked, confusion written all over his face.

But the man named Kyle didn’t even slow down as he answered.

"Home," he replied, his tone nonchalant, yet his pace anything but.

In truth, the word signified so many things logistically, but as usual, the blonde didn’t see all the different things attached to it, but focused on what felt alarming to him.

"What?! Already? But the others? Shouldn’t we be going with them?!" Ollie panicked, glancing around only to realize that his good brother and his brother’s husband weren’t even following.

"That’s probably not happening anyway," Kyle said calmly, still walking with purpose. "Besides, we’re just doing what we should’ve done long ago."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

As if hearing something worth replying to, the star-carrier finally looked at the fidgeting mop. His gaze seemed relaxed, but for some reason, the blonde couldn’t help but worry.

"Mn."

"Just deepening our relationship. Haven’t you been extremely worried about that?"

"!"

A massive tingle shot straight down Ollie’s spine. Those eyes carried a hint of something else—something intense that he couldn’t quite place. But nonetheless, it made the young man’s heart nearly jump out of his chest.

"Wah! N-No, about that—our relationship is already deep! Really deep!" he sputtered in distress.

Because clearly, his boyfriend had heard everything.

"Ah, then that’s fine," Kyle said smoothly. "If it’s not for us, then consider it a lesson you can teach your friend who seemed to be in such a dire situation."

"Hic—"

The guilty little liar hiccuped out of nowhere.

He was doomed.

So, so doomed.

"What?" Kyle raised a brow, his lips twitching slightly.

"Didn’t you say you wanted to atone for not being able to offer a solution?"

His smirk was unmistakable. Then again, even if the man hadn’t changed his expression, to the blonde, he would’ve still looked like he was speaking with a menacing grin.

"Waaah! Noooo! T-the friend... there’s no friend!"

"Oh."

The exclamation sounded surprised, even though it was painfully obvious he wasn’t.

"Yes! So there’s really no need to make the extra effort! It’s fine! Everything’s fine!" Ollie said desperately, his eyes sparkling with the kind of hope that bordered on delusion.

"Ah, well. I still think this is the best way," Kyle replied easily.

He shrugged like he’d been left with absolutely no choice, and the mop’s eyes widened at that.

"What?"

"If it wasn’t for a friend, then it must have been for you."

The word "you" practically echoed as if cursing the very man who thought he had already escaped certain death.

"And I can only hope that you were thinking of me when you raised those concerns."

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